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Approximately one year ago, we relocated to Hartford MI, where i was born and raised. When we decided to move back to Michigan from Wisconsin after a three-year tenure, among other things we also had a new member to our family to relocate. At this time "Kooji" was about 2 years old and we had adopted him from neighbors in Spooner, WI.. My boyfriend Charles had brought him home as soon as he was old enough to leave his mother. Kooji was the only Calico/Siamese with all the beautiful markings and blue eyes in the whole bunch. We have always loved him dearly. About a month ago I noticed that he would leave and not come back until about 9pm every evening. I suspected the neighbors were keeping him inside their place and i was a little put off by this. One of the reasons being that this schedule would knock his feeding schedule out of whack. Another was that I did not know these people from the man in the moon. Well two days ago my car wouldn't start so I went to the neighbors to see about a jump, the elderly man was incredibly nice and helped out with no reservations whatsoever. Upon my departure, I thanked him sincerely and prepared to go about my business, when he (the man in the moon) asked me if that was my beautiful cat that comes over to visit? I said yes and asked him if this was a problem at all and he told me no. He said " as a matter of fact we love him". Talk about feeling like a twit. Regardless, I have no more reservations as to Kooji visiting with the neighbors. As a matter of fact, I'm truly relieved that not only does my cat bring joy to our lives but he also spreads that joy to the elderly neighbors, what a blessing![169004]
I have MS, an auto-immune disease, and get lots of infections. A recent serious infection turned critical for me. One evening I realized how deathly ill I was, but passed out before I could call for help. Ten minutes later, I came to with my darling but VERY LARGE Florie jumping on and off my chest, screaming very very loudly, as I've never heard a cat scream before. This time I made it to the phone, and lost consciousness in the ambulance. When I awoke the next day, my first thought was to arrange for Florie's care. Several days later, I came home. When I came through the door and said "Florie?", she let out a loud cry and literally launched herself from 4 feet away, right into my arms. She clung to me and her emotion was so intense that she was trembling -- but not in a shivery kind of way, as kitties so often do, but as if she were having a seizure. Florie is so precious to me and is truly "THE" kitty.[169003]
My husband and I were talking a walk, and we cut through the parking lot of a nearby apartment complex. I heard a small “meow” behind me and turned, but heard some children playing in the distance, and assumed it was them. Then I heard the “meow” again, and found a kitten hiding under a semi cab parked there. He was scared and would climb up into the engine when we got close. My husband tried reaching up into the engine and got bitten! We persevered and eventually got him into a pet carrier. When we got home, he acted as though he’d never walked on carpet before. He was still very scared, but it only took him a few days to discover that petting felt good! Now Darby is our very best boy! He is a laid-back little love who goes everywhere with my husband, like a dog! He gets in the truck and says, “alright, where are we headed?” and then he comes home and cuddles with me.[169002]
I REMEMBER •The phone call with the words YOU HAVE CANCER! then nothing but a buzzing in my ears and thinking NOT ME—WHY ME--- GOD please don’t let me die •Calling my husband and the struggle to say I HAVE CANCER and wondering would or could we get through this •Two weeks of searching for courage to tell my children I HAVE CANCER and that they shouldn’t be scared, when I could hardly breath from FEAR •The decision I made NOT to tell my mother who was very sick I had CANCER, because if she died after I told her -- that it would somehow be my fault •Lifting the bandage from surgery to find a sunken hole were my breast had been and crying out from the shock •My FIRST CHEMO treatment and being in so much fear I had to be sedated •My hair falling out in the shower and it feeling like spiders crawling over me •Finding I could LAUGH at myself, like when my wig would get off centered or WHOSE really curly hair was that starting to sprout on my head or the pick line that always dangled from my sleeve to catch on something •Realizing I would and could get through this •My family, friends, and coworkers showing and giving me love, support, prayers, and most of all helping me to remember to breathe and believe! •That cancer has shown me to love and cherish all things TODAY & EVERYDAY •I remember my little Harley never wanting to leave my side, knowing I needed the special love only a pet can give. He didn’t care if it was a good day, bad day or even what seemed like them worse day ever. He showed me quiet simple love. Sometimes I cried, I ranted, I laughed, it didn’t matter! Harley was there for it all, right in my lap. •I will always remember Harley’s commitment to me through my treatment and today as a Survivor. With his companionship each day is always easier & happier.[169001]
The day I found out I had the big C, I went into a daze and thought my life was over. I had my surgery and had half of my right breast removed. When I had my first chemo treatment, I came home so depressed and alone that my husband came home that same day with a little ball of fur. I then finally let it all out--crying and holding the kitty—and all my sad went away. She stared at me and started kneading me like I was her mother. That same night I was wondering where she would go to sleep. I didn’t feel well sitting up when she came in the bed with me. Soon I laid down and she laid on my head of hair and kneaded me—soon I fell asleep. When my hair fell out, she would go under the blankets and knead my stomach. She is such a comfort. Now—six years later—she knows when I have a bad day because she will come and knead me. We are so close and she is--I believe—my recovery kitty and brings me so much comfort. She has been there through both the bad and good with me. I am not alone any more. I also had a lot of support through the Cancer Institute and all the people at the oncology center.[169000]

MY FRIEND & LOVER. I have a story to tell about a very good friend and lover of mine. He came into my life in the year 1990. He showed up at a flea market that my partners and I opened in 1989. He is not only a good friend but he is a lover. He never asked for much just a place to sleep and food to eat. He started sleeping with me in the winter, and we kept each other warm. He would come to bed with me, lay his head on my shoulder and get his body as close to me as he could. He never went out and he never would go with any one but me. We grew older together. One night he woke me up hollering in my ear. I woke up in a room of smoke: he saved my life. Now my good friend and lover has gone blind. The Doctor asked me what I was going to do. I told him that I would take care of him for the rest of his or my life. I owe him that much after he saved my life. He is now over 96 years old and I am over 64 years old. He does not ask for much, just a warm place to sleep and something to eat, and still sleeps with me but not as much as before. He is a little demanding now nudging my hand asking for attention. I put my hand on him and he is comforted. I forgot to tell you his name; it’s Freeloader. He is a stray tabby cat that came, saw, and stole my heart. He got his name for his freeloading for food when he would come out of the woods. One day he did not go back. He owned me and my heart from that day on. He may be blind, but he knows where every piece of furniture is and never misses a step. He also knows where I am every second that I am home. I love him and he loves me; one day he will be gone and I will miss him a lot. Until that day he will have a warm place to sleep and plenty to eat. This is a true story and still going on to day. I have never had a smoke detector in my house, now I have one in my kitchen, laundry room and each bedroom of the house. If it was not for this stray cat coming into my life I may not be here today because I had no smoke detectors in my house. The entire room I was in was full of smoke almost to the floor. It came from a wood burning stove. So check your smoke detectors every year, make sure that they work and live long and prosper. If you have a dog or cat and they start making noise, you had better get out of bed and see what is wrong, for many pets have saved lives.

In memory of Freeloader 1998-2005. Today, December 12, 2005, Freeloader passed away at 7:15 AM. He will be missed a lot. I’ll miss your loud BELLER when you wanted something, not a soft meow like other cats. Your claws digging in to me when you wanted attention. You rubbing your head on my hand. You waiting for your favorite food, turkey. You went blind, but now you can see again. You will be missed a lot, my friend. You will be in my heart forever; hope to see you again with all my other friends. The house is quiet, too quiet with out your BELLER. I keep expecting to hear your BELLER. It is going to take a long time before I get used to not hearing you BELLER. The house is too quiet. Snooper, Count, Satan, Cotton, Samantha (Sammy), Blackie, Missy, and Missy cat, Boots, Tiger, Alfy and Patsy. Sorry to tell you, Freeloader, but Snooper and Alfy are dogs (but they like cats.) Hope to see you all again so we can play forever in a better place. LOVE you all. There are pictures on this web site: http://www.angelfire.com/biz/shadecanopies/cats-kittens.html. Fred Lawrance, Purina Pro Club member

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It was one of the hottest days in July when I first met Skidget. My friend and I were at a flea market shopping for books. I accidentally kicked something with my foot underneath a table. It was a cage with two kittens in it. One was a little black male and the other a grey and white female. When I saw the little grey and white kitten, I was in love. They had no water and no food, and it was nearly 100 degrees that day. My friend and I agreed that we needed to take them home, no matter what our parents said. I don’t remember if we had to pay for the kittens, or if the woman who had them told us to take them. All I can remember thinking is that they would die if we didn’t take them home. I decided that I wanted the grey and white, and my friend wanted the black kitten, so it worked out well. After she got back to my house, my new kitten spent the first week hiding under the kitchen stove or anything else that she could fit under. She soon grew out of this, though she’s never been as cuddly as some cats. She now prefers to cuddle only when it suits her, or when she can sense I’m upset and need comforting. Skidget was nameless for several months. I tried out lots of names for her, but none of them seemed to fit. She just isn’t a "Fluffy" or "Pansey" or any other name that I could think of. So I remembered an old movie I watched in high school, "Gidget," and gave my cat a name accordingly. She’s my pretty, precious flea market treasure, my Skidget.[161418]
My mom got me a really intelligent kitten. My stepdad named her Boo. She is an American long hair. She is a real pretty kitten. She is 1/2 year old. I really love her. She gets along with my two dogs, Jack and Cooper. She is really an amazing kitten[161417]
Dora was born 9/4/07 to my take-in stray, Miss Blue. She had 2 sisters and one brother, but she was the leader of the pack. Everything was a challenge and she was a true explorer, but the yard was her home, and she was always the first in for supper. That is until last Saturday. I called supper and Mom and the other kids came a running, but no Dora. I called and called, but she just didn’t seem to hear. I went to bed with a heavy heart, slept very little and cried buckets of tears. She was only 144 days old—where could she be? The next day was Sunday; she still hadn’t come home. My daughter and I went to the very far edges of the pastures, and still no Dora. We decided to walk the road just in case she was hit and in the ditch. We were just ready to give up when I looked to the left, and saw her lying in the neighbors yard. She was dead. She had been hit with something, but not a car. We saw a group of boys throwing golf clubs and skate boards around over there, and the only thing we can figure out is that they hit her and broke her neck. She is now at rest in our beautiful garden with our other kitty, Precious. They are at peace, but my eyes are still not dry.[161416]
Sylvester joined my family 20 years ago when he was a kitten. Through these years he has been my best friend and companion. He can sense when I’m feeling down because he’ll come up to me, tap me with his paw and give me a head kiss as if to say, "It’s all right." He’s a clean freak so you won’t see any dirt on him at all. When his companion, Tweety, passed away 2 years ago we went to the Cat Animal Rescue and adopted Ruby (she’s going on 3 now). Sylvester will clean her to his specifications if he doesn’t think that she’s clean enough. He won’t drink milk with his face, but dips his paw into it and licks his paw clean. Sometimes when the kitty litter isn’t cleaned fast enough he uses our toilet in the big bathroom. And, of course, he has trained so many dogs that have come in and out of our home that he’s definitely the "alpha male" of our home. Although now he’s lost a little of his sight, he still gets around our home real well and every morning when I wake up and see him I thank God that he’s allowed me to have another day with him.[161415]
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