I was moving April 2000 and had all the boxes piled up to the ceiling, leaving some steps for the cats of course. Max was sleeping on the very top box and I guess he rolled over in his sleep. He came tumbling down the mountain and tore underneath the bed. I split a gut laughing...
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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