tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post2842074167965300162..comments2024-03-23T18:12:39.782-07:00Comments on wacky tacky: Crazy Crafty: Le Chat NoirMr. Tinyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646297018044505890noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-75430582342645601292015-10-16T18:03:46.197-07:002015-10-16T18:03:46.197-07:00Oh, that's awful on every level. Somehow it s...Oh, that's awful on every level. Somehow it seems sadder with a kitten than with an old, black cat.Mr. Tinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16646297018044505890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-6527892785720869212015-10-14T06:37:02.453-07:002015-10-14T06:37:02.453-07:00I recall an incident from my childhood involving a...I recall an incident from my childhood involving a dead cat, or rather kitten. My dad was a 'batchelor" for 12 years between the time of his first wifes passing and his marriage to my mom. What was the best parlor became a hoarders paradise. He ran a gas station, so half the room was filled with tires, the other half unwanted furniture and stuff. Our cat burrowed into the middle of the biggesr furniture pile to give birth to her kittens. Unfortunately one was stillborn. I still remember my mom tearing apart the pile to remove the little corpse. darkeladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17643467894153215698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-34542459414302962452015-10-05T19:42:39.196-07:002015-10-05T19:42:39.196-07:00The "incident" is definitely not one of ...The "incident" is definitely not one of my family's proudest moments but, as part of my recovery, I felt I had to share. The only consolation was that the guy who retrieved the cat said that forensic evidence placed the cat at the scene only as long as I smelled it. Not to be too graphic, but if there had been noticeable decay, I don't think I would've ever been able to set foot in the garage again!Mr. Tinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16646297018044505890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-72239211964532966372015-10-05T19:38:17.236-07:002015-10-05T19:38:17.236-07:00"Hoarder" is a word I often use to comic..."Hoarder" is a word I often use to comic effect; I would definitely say that while I am concerned with cleanliness, I am definitely a recovering "collector."Mr. Tinyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16646297018044505890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-77319995610961037202015-10-04T22:06:28.735-07:002015-10-04T22:06:28.735-07:00I am impressed by the fact that you are not a hoar...I am impressed by the fact that you are not a hoarder. That show is vile. Those people are not sympathetic, Bloggers, and blog readers tend to love stuff but filth? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-14819348602344029572015-10-04T15:20:32.670-07:002015-10-04T15:20:32.670-07:00I can't tell which is more alarming - the old ...I can't tell which is more alarming - the old photo of people in literal cat suits or the story of the hidden dead cat! I cannot judge at all for the latter...when we cleaned out our garage, we made 3 trailer sized donations to goodwill and filled a dumpster with trash...and I sold $800 worth of stuff on eBay. It takes a village. I'm very surprised somewhere in that process that we didn't find a dead animal. We were fully prepared for that situation as it is not our of the question for small creatures to be rummaging around in our walls or attic...this is Tennessee. I mean if I were a cat looking for a place to die, a pile of old musty clothes seems ideal, right? Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170910814856328134noreply@blogger.com