tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post111264879725141577..comments2024-01-08T04:01:50.122-05:00Comments on Special Sauce: Consider My Front Porch Crapped On.Special Saucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-1112711464452807702005-04-05T10:31:00.000-04:002005-04-05T10:31:00.000-04:00Awww, ET. *hugs own babies in attempt to transmit ...Awww, ET. *hugs own babies in attempt to transmit a hug to yours*<BR/><BR/>I hope she gets better. If that's not possible, I hope she doesn't suffer. And you're not the worst cat mother ever, because the girl the Artist dated who wouldn't spay her cat because "she's so cute when she's in heat!" has that title in perpetuity.<BR/><BR/>Holla at me if you need me. Lovies.Pope Lizbethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00506541826234667585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-1112660081529307682005-04-04T20:14:00.000-04:002005-04-04T20:14:00.000-04:00Me too. And it wouldn't have been QUITE so bad, i...Me too. <BR/><BR/>And it wouldn't have been QUITE so bad, if my dad wasn't being a jackass. Literally, the second I hung up from making the appointment, he was all "You need to think about putting her to sleep." Which is fine, and yes, it is a consideration, but I. Just. Found. Out. She. Might. Croak. I haven't even processed THAT yet, don't start ragging on me. <BR/><BR/>So, yeah, that was Special Saucehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12333250441119874615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7374081.post-1112652548873115802005-04-04T18:09:00.000-04:002005-04-04T18:09:00.000-04:00Aww... that's 'orrible... ah lubs fwuffy wittle pu...Aww... that's 'orrible... ah lubs fwuffy wittle puttycats... *whimpers*Ghost of Goldwaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04827649024006735746noreply@blogger.com