08-17-2003, 04:11 PM
Tomb Bomb has you beat. He is 25 pounds of pure FLAB! When he sits down on his haunches, rolls of flab cover his hinds legs like a skirt. When he jumps down (Rare occasion, he usually wants me to set him down) the forward motion of his fat pockets hides his whole head from view. Tom's skin ascribes to the one size fits most catagory. He even has rolls of flab you can pinch on his tail, although doing so will rob him of his elder statesmen dignity and he will screech and howl in a most pitiful fashion when you pinch one of his fat pockets. You can grab flab from the top of his skull, pinch it like dough, and leave it setting in a flab mowhawk.
Pffft. 24 pounds of muscle. Who needs that? :lol:
Now Spaz on the other hand, is about 13 pounds of pure hell. She is a munchkin blue haired Russian. She has short stumpy legs like a weinier dog. And a long body. Blue fur. Actual honest to God blue fur. Pound for pound, she is the most vicious animal I have ever encountered, and I have tangled with some mean beasties. I have to put her away when company comes over. She is MEAN in a way that redefines mean. So far, she has taken off a piece of the vet's nose, part of a nurses' ear, and bit off a hunk and swallowed a piece of a vet assistant's finger. Her eyes burn with intensity. When she looks at you, according to most, you can actually see she is plotting some way to kill you. But she is daddy's precious baby. She has never hurt me. When boxing with the puppet, she wont even use her claws. She is the sweetist most loving little ball of blue fur you have ever seen, but nobody will believe that. As mentioned, she needs kitty Prozac. I am still not sure I agree. Wife wants her declawed. Company pleads to have her declawed. (Somebody opened the wrong door trying to get to the bathroom. Blue Hell Fury came forth. Nothing that a dozen stitches can't fix. Sheesh, folk overreact.) I agree that something should be done. But I wont toss her out. I did have her fixed. (Nurse lost ear lobe on that visit)
The things we do for love.
Pffft. 24 pounds of muscle. Who needs that? :lol:
Now Spaz on the other hand, is about 13 pounds of pure hell. She is a munchkin blue haired Russian. She has short stumpy legs like a weinier dog. And a long body. Blue fur. Actual honest to God blue fur. Pound for pound, she is the most vicious animal I have ever encountered, and I have tangled with some mean beasties. I have to put her away when company comes over. She is MEAN in a way that redefines mean. So far, she has taken off a piece of the vet's nose, part of a nurses' ear, and bit off a hunk and swallowed a piece of a vet assistant's finger. Her eyes burn with intensity. When she looks at you, according to most, you can actually see she is plotting some way to kill you. But she is daddy's precious baby. She has never hurt me. When boxing with the puppet, she wont even use her claws. She is the sweetist most loving little ball of blue fur you have ever seen, but nobody will believe that. As mentioned, she needs kitty Prozac. I am still not sure I agree. Wife wants her declawed. Company pleads to have her declawed. (Somebody opened the wrong door trying to get to the bathroom. Blue Hell Fury came forth. Nothing that a dozen stitches can't fix. Sheesh, folk overreact.) I agree that something should be done. But I wont toss her out. I did have her fixed. (Nurse lost ear lobe on that visit)
The things we do for love.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."