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calling all animal lovers
07/25/2010 = 04:45 AM

This is important.

My cousin Deb, a fan of walking for cures, is looking for a) new readership for her blog; b) sponsorship if she can get it; and c) funny animal stories.

Right now her blog is completely devoid of content, so probably, anything goes. I don't even know how she wants to receive the funny animal stories.

So I will post one in here, and put the link in her comments, and let her do as she pleases with it.

I am also giving her permission to cross-post it (copy it into her blog) as long as she gives me credit. She may be family, but writing rights are writing rights.

As for the rest of you, the link to her blog is here (opens in new browser window):

http://fansofwalkingforcures.blogspot.com/

and if she's anything like the rest of our rawtha twisted yet clever family, it's probably going to be a pretty good blog in a very short time.

Without further ado, here is my funny animal story:

My dear friend, Ms. F, had a loveable cat named Bandit.

She didn't buy him, or have someone give him to her — she heard him squeaking under the porch and pulled him out.

He was alone, not in a litter, and she took him to the vet at once, knowing he was going to be hers.

Turned out he had feline AIDS, but she took wonderful care of him and he lived to an extremely ripe old age, sick or not. (NOTE: he was in no pain and certainly wasn't aware he was sick at any point in his lifetime.)

There are a lot of funny little stories about Bandit, like the time Ms. F. accidentally dropped a container of tomato sauce on him and he was pink for a week, or the time she said, "He can't dance very well," and I replied, "That's because he has two left feet," or even the time he was mewing in response to everything she said, like a conversation, and I remarked that I had read an article about how a cat will do that if he was neglected by his mother, and she got tears in her eyes and said, "But I'm so good to him!" and I had to explain that the article meant his cat mother, not his people-mother.

But I think the best example of how funny Bandit was can be summed up by this tale:

Background: Ms. F collected Beanie Babies for years, to the point where she finally thinned out her collection by unloading anything that wasn't a teddy bear and still had about fifty million bazillion of the things.

I was at her house one night and she showed me her newest acquisition: a Beanie Bear that had, rather than the traditional velour fur, an inordinately silky body that was about the softest thing we had ever felt.

We sat cooing over the cuddliness of this bear, and suddenly, a grey and white streak flew across the room, snatched the bear, hid it behind a table, and flew back to us, where it plopped itself between us on the sofa and looked up at us with huge eyes as if to say, "What bear? I never saw any bear. However, I am quite soft, myself, should you care to experiment."

I think that qualifies as a funny animal story. If you disagree, oh, well; it's too late now.

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