suddenly decided to get into a box of yarn that had just been delivered.
She came up to me shyly and she was trussed up in the skein of wool. She looked like a spaghetti monster; colorful wool wrapped around her and trailing behind.
I will never forgive myself for not taking of a picture, because she looked hysterical.

Poor thing... she need me to extricate her.

🎄 🐶

downstairs (1/2 bath) he’d run up the stairs. We’d be watching TV and I’d have to pee (it’s under the staircase) I’d hear him running basically over my head. He thought since I wasn’t there and I didn’t go in the garage or go outside I MUST somehow be upstairs. He’d come back downstairs with this “Oh THERE you are” look on his face.

We used to crack up about it.

Kitten climbed in my pants and fell asleep. I didn't want to disturb him, so I sat there until my cheeks went numb.

one of the food box recipients opened the hatch of the car before I could get the car shut off and my130 lb GS flew out of the back of the car. The guy froze and his eyes got huge because he didn't know there was a dog in the car let alone a big GS!!! We all laughed. It is one of my fondest moments with my GS.

A few decades ago I was crying like a baby after receiving a phone call that a close relative died and the last of our domestic cats climbed into my bed and started licking my face as If I were one of her kittens.
She had never seen me cry before that day.

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And he managed to sprain his right foreleg after sliding on a glossy magazine that had fallen on the floor. He walked around yelping and holding up his right paw, letting it dangle like it was permanently injured. He continued acting this way the next day when I took him to the vet, where suddenly he had the zoomies again and raced around the exam room. The vet said it was probably just a sprain and had obviously healed already. A few days later, I came home to find he had knocked over the garbage can in the kitchen. I screamed at him for the mess but he raised his right paw and looked at me with big, soulful eyes, so I gave him hugs and kisses, as I was worried he'd hurt himself again. Another few days passed and I came home to find the garbage can knocked over again. Again I screamed at him, and he gave me the big-eyed look and lifted his left paw. I laughed and said, "You idiot! That's the wrong paw!" So he put down his left paw and raised the right one.

I grew up in the middle of nowhere northern Michigan and went to a one-room school from K - 6th grade. The school was right across the road from my house. . I had a Siamese cat, Yum Yum, who was sitting on our porch one day minding her own business when the aggressive German Shepard farm dog that lived down the road started approaching our house. It was lunchtime so I was looking out the window of the school and saw the dog heading towards my cat. Upset, I asked the teacher if I could go and rescue my cat, but the dog was too fast. He ran into the yard and straight for Yum Yum.

Yum Yum fuzzed out then launched herself on that dog's back like a ninja and started slapping its eyes like a boss. The dog started "yipping" and whining then beat it out of our yard with Yum Yum riding him like a rodeo star on a bucking bronco. All the kids were cheering and screaming, lol. A minute or two later, Yum Yum came strutting back up the road, tail waving in the air, into our yard, and back onto the porch. I was never so proud of her! And that dog never came into our yard again.

I still miss that cat.

most affectionate. Loved her.

who was HYPER and dumb in the extreme, decided to tear into and try to devour an entire 20 lb. bag of dried dog food we'd just bought,.

Hearing all the ruckus, when we came downstairs, my partner picked him up under his front paws, letting his whole body hanging down, to get him away from his frenzied gobbling.

At that point, Pie (as he was called) IMMEDIATELY DROPPED ABOUT FIVE TURDS onto the rug from about 4 feet up.

THE BEST PART: When Wayne set him down, he scarfed up 5 of his turds, looking quite satisfied.

I laughed so hard I almost urinated.

he was a silly but destructive terror.

"Beethoven", somehow managed to get a thin, plastic shopping bag stuck to his tail, and FRIGHTENED....he TORE THROUGH THE HOUSE... UPSTAIRS AND DOWNSTAIRS as if the devil himself was chasing him, wide-eyed and frenzied.

(Again, laughed so hard I almost wet myself, but luckily we were able to free him from his pursuer.)

One afternoon my father was napping on the couch when she jumped
up on the back, walked over to where my father was sleeping and starts
sniffing him. Suddenly, she sticks her tongue in his ear and shlurp!
My father woke up like a shot while I'm sitting there in hysterics. He
asked what happened. I told him while gasping for air and he said it
"sounded like a cow pulling its foot out of a bucket of yogurt." And
of course, that got me going all over again.

about Beethoven, our male cat who was a REAL CHARACTER. One Christmas season we had family over for a visit. We were all sitting in the living room, decorations everywhere and lit small candles on the coffee table.

Beethoven came strolling along, nonchalant as you please, waving his long gray tail back and forth. Of course, the TIP CAUGHT ON FIRE as he waved it like a kerchief. Beethoven continued on, undisturbed. The waving DID PUT THE SPARK OUT. ROFL!!!!! Oh, he was one of a kind, that one.

the 3 cats had something cornered. I averted my eyes and hurried by. I figured it was an insect of some sort as that has been their favorite targets. So then, yesterday, I saw a very fat mouse run out of my bathroom. Houdini was sleeping by me and I picked him up and dropped him next to the mouse. The next thing he did stunned me. Instead of moving into prey mode, he laid down, rolled over on his back, stretched out his front leg, retracted his claws and petted the mouse!!!!! I couldn't believe it. It was like he was hanging out with his best friend. No wonder that mouse is so fat!! Anyway, without any help from any of the 3 cats, I managed to sweep the mouse out of the house and into the garden. I have never seen anything like that.

Great story!

The Doggie Doolie, a pet septic container/system to dispose of dog poops.

It was Halloween (how appropriate) and she was so over-the-top excited when the kids came to the door, I was afraid she might knock one of the little ones down. So . . . I put her out.back in our fenced yard. Once the trick-or-treaters were done, I called for her. She came racing in looking like a dripping fudge popsicle, flew by me, raced up the stairs smearing the white wallpaper on the way, and then took a flying leap onto our bed, dressed, of course, with a white bedspread.

How she fell into the Doggie Doolie or got out? I have no idea.

This is one of those experiences that are funny in retrospect.

In the moment? Not so funny.

And the smell? Enough to bring grown men to their knees.

Quite a night. The story is usually recalled with: Remember when Breena dressed as a fudge popsicle for Halloween?

Dogs and kids. They never fail to surprise.