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La femme sans pitié......she slept the world
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| Loving them |
[23 Apr 2008|06:47pm] |
Doc,
I'm so terribly sorry. More than I can say.
Your warmest thoughts and prayers for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) docbrite, chefcdb and their fur-family.
Their own beloved cat, Augie is ill with the same terrible disease that took Radio from us.
Augie is not doing well and may have to leave them this week.
The picture above is of Augie and his brother, Frankie.
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| A rememberance for a dear friend. |
[19 Apr 2008|01:13pm] |
Thank you to everyone for your well wishes to our precious Radio.
He was diagnosed with FIP and was lovingly let go by his mom and dad today.
Radio was a gift from Matt to Gabrielle.
Initially named Roper by the woman who rescued him, this mentally challenged little guy won their hearts and the hearts of everyone he ever came in contact with.
His tongue stuck out, he drooled constantly and had a lack of depth perception that was in direct contradiction to everything you think of when you think of cats.
With his moon pie eyes, John Wayne walk and tendency to, without warning, shed his docile nature and whip the shit out of any cat who crossed his path, he was a special addition to the menagerie of animals in their home.
In those days he was the chicken cat, given some sort of boost of energy combined with cogent thought after eating chicken and would zip around the house reminding everyone that even if he was 'Wetarded Wadio', don't you dare feel sorry for him, because he was, the Man.
The Dio.
The Showcat.
When the family decided to move to New Orleans from Los Angeles, Matt was on tour and I volunteered for the role of co-pilot for that drive.
Me, Gabrielle, Riley the Akita, Salem the Black Cat of unending attitude and neurosis, Vincent Price the Egyptian Mao Cat who also belongs in MENSA, and of course, little Dio.
For much of the drive, Radio sat in my lap, drooled and made it look like I had peed my pants.
And smelled of sour milk.
Why? The world may never know.
After Katrina Radio went to live in Texas with Matt's Dad. This was a turning point in his life. Taken off his expensive vet recommended food, he was put on a strict diet of Frisky's and began to improve rapidly. He stopped drooling. He began to walk in a straighter line. He had more control of his wants and thoughts.
He was still his mama's baby.
He was still challenged.
But he was a different cat.
In all the right ways.
When I last saw Radio I was in Los Angeles for the funeral of Maila Nurmi and I was stunned. Of course I knew of his miraculous improvement but I had to see it with my own eyes.
Radio had gained weight, become even more of a love bug and was a determined little thing.
Due to my insomnia I was awake late into the night and we'd spend those nights together.
One night in particular the J button on my computer was sacrificed to his little claws when he tried to jump up on me and snuggle.
Radio loved his Riley. And Riley, 140 pounds, whose head was bigger than this cat, was always so gentle and patient with his small friend. Radio would nurse on him, chomp his toes and try to dominate him by jumping on his back and biting his neck.
Radio also loved his Dad. Matt and Dio had a touching relationship and nothing pleased him more than to be with his Papa. Chewing on his beard or just dozing in his lap.
Goodnight, Radio.
Thank you for every laugh, every bit of drool and every time you reminded each of us not to give up.
Please keep your thoughts and well wishes going for the two other feline family members unmentioned so far. Boris Karloff, the deaf white Persian and Johnny Cash, the Man in Black, rescued from New Orleans post-Katrina. There is a high chance that these boys may also have FIP. There is no definitive test for the virus and the signs associated with FIP are often non-specific, which can cause diagnosis to be very difficult.
Radio's vet bills in the past few weeks have come to almost $3,000. For this family of artists, that came as quite a hardship. And what with the possibility of two more needing quite a bit of vet care, if you'd like to donate, please do so.
The paypal address is Gabrielle@brazenmanagement.com
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| RAINN |
[10 Apr 2008|06:22pm] |
These links are to entries by wonderful women who are fabulous writers.
The subjects are sexual, hilarious and heartbreaking.
During the entire month of April, they are blogging for RAINN (Rape And Incest National Network) in support of National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. At least once a week (but probably more often), they'll be posting about sex in some way, shape or form, as part of a contest through the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign. While they're doing this, if you could please donate to RAINN so that they may continue the work that they're doing, I would appreciate it. When doing so, if you would mention either one of them in the "In Honour Of" box (information on how to do that is at the bottom of each of their posts), it will help them track of their posts and the donations that said posts generate. Yes, they are eligible to win prizes, but really, they're doing this to raise money for RAINN. Every little bit helps.
So, read, be entertained, be moved, and then pay for that entertainment and help women and girls.
chowyunsmut
Hey Miss Manners!!! LICK ME!!!
The Puritan vs. The Prostitot - CAGE MATCH!!!
captain_snarky
Warning: Explicit, Unpleasant, et cetera
And on a lighter note...The Blowjob Post!
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| a serious seating arrangement |
[02 Apr 2008|04:58am] |
so the journal has been locked up tight.
from here on things having to do with photography will be posted on
drowningwoman and shadowangelina, feel free to add.
this one is just me.
for the scores of readers that are not added by me, i apologize but it became necessary.
if you'd like to be added here for my personals, feel free to leave a comment and let me know and we'll see.
thanks,
me
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