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Cats so their own thing in their own time - he really didn't like you messing around with his favored place, I imagine. The poem is hilarious!!!I can picture the chap popping up in the bed when a daughter shows up, for sure!! That's why he forgot his choppers?
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adnohr
on February 10, 2013 at 7:41 PM
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Re: Wiley
What do they say Wiley. Big fleas have little fleas and so on infinitum.
Always do with strong elastic for my catapult.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 10, 2013 at 12:29 AM
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Re: Kabu
Well Kabu I think it is probably best to wear a large nightshirt . A grand gift for a older spouse to offer with a big Valentine's heart possibly flashing, very exotic
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C_C_T
on February 10, 2013 at 12:24 AM
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Funny how rich old men get young women Sam.Yes I am a bit wary of bugs in the grass. I think electricity though expensive is cheaper to run by far as one can keep a frost free environment with a thermostat or I have an enclosed case for early tomatoes etc. I will show it you soon.
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C_C_T
on February 10, 2013 at 12:17 AM
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Re: LOL,
I thinking maybe of an old chap who visited an old persons complex Ray The daughter was shocked when he sat up in bed with her mother.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 10, 2013 at 12:10 AM
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Oh yes Jay quite a few times, but I don't mind furthur episiodes
posted by
C_C_T
on February 10, 2013 at 12:06 AM
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I loved your story about the cat, but then you knew I would, but I loved the poetry as well. I have I ever told you about my cat Cryby?
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UtahJay
on February 9, 2013 at 11:42 PM
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LOL, is this elder love ending??
Surely not as you write so youthfully, CC!...She was maybe a much older lady?? Hehe..Sweetly done, CC! 
posted by
Katray2
on February 9, 2013 at 11:09 PM
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What a poem! I caught unaware with some of the lines and although they ring truth they still made me chuckle! But a good chuckle like the line about an excuse to end an affair and the request for the choppers! LOL! It was such a fun read! And I think the feeling is there with the itching, it just seems to trigger the brain to fear the darn pests! I get that way when someone talks about head lice! When I read about the electricity in the greenhouse but unused I wondered if it was too costly! sam 
posted by
sam444
on February 9, 2013 at 7:22 PM
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what vivd colours today Thank you. The journal about the cat
and the poem ...well I just laughed from crawling back up on the page to the goodbye. Perhaps if she had worn daintier underneath wear she may have lasted longer.....LOL...
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Kabu
on February 9, 2013 at 1:57 PM
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ChiffChaff
Cat has a mind of her own, seems normal to me what with the way Mr.'Graysome' acts.I do hope you don't really have fleas. Nasty things to get rid of. Loved the primroses Bro, and the poem like most of yours was priceless. Where did you hang that bloomers elastic.
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WileyJohn
on February 9, 2013 at 1:30 PM
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Hope so FS I don't think some of our experiences would make good blog material
posted by
C_C_T
on February 9, 2013 at 12:58 PM
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Re: Pat
Pat how lovely to have warm soil all the year round. Why ever did you move? Although Strawberries seem to flourish after a good frosting, I suppose some plants become acclimatised we have plenty of dampness. Carnations and pinks are quite hardy and I have some penstemons that seem to be OK. Sadly those little front gardens have mostly disappeared here and a car has replaced them.
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C_C_T
on February 9, 2013 at 12:56 PM
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There were primroses beside the front stoop at my little house
in Seattle, things stuck in the ground to fend for themselves. And fend they did, happy with the blue hour before sunrise and the gloom most days, the soil never really cold even in winter. I miss them.
posted by
Pat_B
on February 9, 2013 at 12:36 PM
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Things are never dull when a cat is around...The themes you write about reach are themes that many can relate to to different degrees.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 9, 2013 at 11:49 AM
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Re: taps
Hush Taps not bony knees or Long Johns. Well the flowers would have cost you 40p but I did re-pot them, but if you were next door I probably would give them to you.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 9, 2013 at 11:41 AM
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This poem spoke to me in several ways.
For living so far apart from each other, we do have several things in common.
As for the flowers, I would like one pot of each, yesterday's and today's. I have just the place to put them to keep me cheerful and smiling.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 9, 2013 at 9:53 AM
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