"Catherine" wrote in message
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Sounds good. You love cats, and this one needs you! What a happy
festivus
present.

We'll see! All I know so far, second hand via my mom, is that the cat
is mostly black and very sweet.

But before you acquiesce, you should put your brother through some
paces, such as the feats of strength.

Oh, I'm going to do that anyway. It's part of my big sisterly job,
dontchaknow?

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"elegy" wrote in message
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heh. she and luce must share a brain. luce is a big kicker too. and
hard! oh she kicks hard.

Evil red dogs! I have bruises!

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"Shelly" wrote in message
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"Nessa" wrote in message
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for some reason I thought she always kicked.

In fact, she usually curls up next to me and rests her head on my stomach
or side or back. She's a wonderful hot water bottle.

hmmm... anything happen
over the weekend that would have made her restless?

Nope. Just a bog-standard boring weekend at home.

She is probably dreaming that she is running and jumping. Muttley often
does that when he is laying next to me, but generally his feet are facing
away from me. Sometimes he winds up taking too much of the bed, and I have
to ask him to "move around" or "get off" so I can rearrange the covers and
get comfortable. Then he gets back in, almost immediately when asked, or
otherwise he might sneak back in after I am asleep.

Maybe you can get some dog booties for Harriet, and stuff them with foam
rubber, so her kicks won't hurt so much. But I doubt they would stay on
very long.

Does she always curl up on the same side? Maybe she is facing the other way
because of some pain issue with her normal position.

Paul and Muttley

Shelly wrote:

I think Miss Brown has been colluding with Carmine.

I got no sleep last night. I don't mean that I got just a little sleep,
or that my sleep was interrupted, or that I could have slept better. I
got *no* sleep. Every time I started to drift off, Harriet started
kicking me. And not little kicks, either. They hurt! I finally got so
disgusted that I shoved her off the bed, but that didn't help, because
she just got right back up and kicked me some more. I'm pretty sure I
yelled at her, too, which is something I never, ever do. I might feel
badly about it, if I weren't so damned tired.

I never had to deal with kicks, but when I was a teenager my parents dog
usually shared my bed. Sort of. I remember usually waking up at night
feeling cramped, finding him sprawled cross the middle of the twin bed,
leaving me with only the upper third. A couple of tiems I woke up
falling off the bed.Pepsi had a short coat, and I think snuggling next
to me to get the warmth meant that ever time I turned in my sleep he
moved into the empty space leaving me no room to move back to.


If she pulls that crap again tonight, she's going to find out what it's
like to spend the night in her crate.

Shelly wrote:

"Catherine" wrote in message
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Sounds good. You love cats, and this one needs you! What a happy
festivus
present.

We'll see! All I know so far, second hand via my mom, is that the cat
is mostly black and very sweet.
A tuxedo cat?

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"Shelly" wrote in message
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"Nessa" wrote in message
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for some reason I thought she always kicked.

In fact, she usually curls up next to me and rests her head
on my stomach or side or back.

Sounds like a case of DOMINANCE AGGRESSION {}: ~ (

Sounds more like a case of a Howe moron thinking he knows what he is
talking about.

Just let him ridicule himself more...we don't have to do anything.

"William Clodius" wrote in message
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I never had to deal with kicks, but when I was a teenager my parents
dog
usually shared my bed. Sort of. I remember usually waking up at night
feeling cramped, finding him sprawled cross the middle of the twin
bed,
leaving me with only the upper third. A couple of tiems I woke up
falling off the bed.

I bet that didn't make for restful sleep!

Pepsi had a short coat, and I think snuggling next
to me to get the warmth meant that ever time I turned in my sleep he
moved into the empty space leaving me no room to move back to.

Harriet is a heat-seeker, too. She's usually not greedy about it,
though. And, at night, I make sure she's either under the top
blanket/comforter or she's covered with her own blanket. Dainty flower
and all, dontchaknow?

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"William Clodius" wrote in message
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A tuxedo cat?

That's what I'm guessing, but I don't know.

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On 2008-12-08 09:17:59 -0500, "Shelly" said:

Harriet started kicking me. And not little kicks, either. They hurt!

And this bothers you? Miss Princess and the Pea?

I have two dogs who enjoy jumping on top of me, walking over me,
snuggling next to me and pinning me down, using my knees as pillows,
sharing my pillow, kissing me, sniffing my hair, etc. etc.

All right, I have to admit the sniffing of the hair thing is relatively
new since I quit smoking, but still...

"montana wildhack" wrote in message
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And this bothers you? Miss Princess and the Pea?

Yes, it bothers me!!!

I have two dogs who enjoy jumping on top of me, walking over me,
snuggling next to me and pinning me down, using my knees as pillows,
sharing my pillow, kissing me, sniffing my hair, etc. etc.

Harriet has a routine on sleep-in mornings that involves getting off the
bed, staring at me, getting on the bed, staring at me, getting off the
bed, staring at me, getting on the bed and standing over my head and
staring at me... When I finally get fed up with it, I tell her to get
off the bed, and I get up. Alternately, that next-to-last step may
involve standing over my head and giving me kisses then sneezing in my
face.

When I'm trying to sleep, though? She's welcome to *sleep* on the bed.
No gymnastics, pleaseandthanks. I'll tuck her up in as many blankets as
she wants. She can have pillows, or she can sleep with her head on me.
She may not sleep with her head on *my* pillow, though, because that's
just asking to wake up wearing a doggie chapeau. Nor is she welcome to
sleep or walk on top of me, because that hurts. Nor is she welcome to
kick-kick-kick the hell out of me, also onna counta that hurts.

I'm happy to report that the kangaroo episode seems to have been an
isolated incident.

All right, I have to admit the sniffing of the hair thing is
relatively new since I quit smoking, but still...

At least they don't sneeze in your face.

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