Pimping...

melwil is doing a survey on child development (for a class, I think?), and would like as many people as possible to fill it out. She's interested in your answers whether you have children or not.

Go fill it out at:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/melwil/179484.html

There are two parts - there's a link at the bottom for second part.

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Pimping...

melwil is doing a survey on child development (for a class, I think?), and would like as many people as possible to fill it out. She's interested in your answers whether you have children or not.

Go fill it out at:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/melwil/179484.html

There are two parts - there's a link at the bottom for second part.

< /pimping >

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How strange. Last night and this morning, I got a bunch of old LJ comments in my old inbox. I've already changed my address at LJ and most recent comments have been going to that address. One of them made my throat tighten - from someone wishing the best for Bob.

I think Stimpy must miss him too. John had always had the cat hierarchy pegged as Bob being the senior top cat, and Stimpy being his enforcer. Goldie and Spot, being newcomers, were on the bottom rung, with Stimpy throwing his weight around at them - mostly at Spot, since he's the most recent and male besides (I think - he's so fluffy it's hard to tell). Stimpy and Bob did hang out together quite often. Occasionally Bob would reinforce his seniority, in the way that cats do, but there was also quite a bit of companionable sitting side by side and every once in while, a mutual lick on the head (Goldie and Spot also do this). When outdoors, the two top cats surveyed our entire property - front and backyards and sometimes forays into the neighbors. Bob would even occasionally cross the street, but he was always very smart about it - I'd swear he looked both ways and then mosey across. None of that skittering across as fast as possible, belly nearly touching the ground, for him.

Last week, out in the front yard, Stimpy actually came over and got in my lap, and demanded some petting and scratching. He has a Siamese voice, so he's hard to ignore. However, Stimpy has never been a lap cat, at least for me. In the wintertime, he'll go in the den and sit in my Dad's lap when his feet are cold. When he's outdoors, though, he likes to pretend he's feral; usually the only person he lets pick him up is John, because John is his "dad."

While I was scratching Stimpy, Gareth was talking to me. He always starts out with "I'm worried about Bob." which I think is not quite what he means. But he heard me say it when I was sad about him, before he died, and now it's the thing to say when he misses him, too. He's really the only one of them who is putting it into words at all. We were talking about Bob, and I felt the tears start. Gareth asked why I was crying, and I calmly told him that Bob was my good friend and I missed his presence. He said he missed him, too.

When we go for walks around the block, I keep looking out of the corner of my eye for that furry shape trotting in the gutter slightly behind us.

talonsage, I am holding you in my thoughts, and will be for quite some time yet.

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How strange. Last night and this morning, I got a bunch of old LJ comments in my old inbox. I've already changed my address at LJ and most recent comments have been going to that address. One of them made my throat tighten - from someone wishing the best for Bob.

I think Stimpy must miss him too. John had always had the cat hierarchy pegged as Bob being the senior top cat, and Stimpy being his enforcer. Goldie and Spot, being newcomers, were on the bottom rung, with Stimpy throwing his weight around at them - mostly at Spot, since he's the most recent and male besides (I think - he's so fluffy it's hard to tell). Stimpy and Bob did hang out together quite often. Occasionally Bob would reinforce his seniority, in the way that cats do, but there was also quite a bit of companionable sitting side by side and every once in while, a mutual lick on the head (Goldie and Spot also do this). When outdoors, the two top cats surveyed our entire property - front and backyards and sometimes forays into the neighbors. Bob would even occasionally cross the street, but he was always very smart about it - I'd swear he looked both ways and then mosey across. None of that skittering across as fast as possible, belly nearly touching the ground, for him.

Last week, out in the front yard, Stimpy actually came over and got in my lap, and demanded some petting and scratching. He has a Siamese voice, so he's hard to ignore. However, Stimpy has never been a lap cat, at least for me. In the wintertime, he'll go in the den and sit in my Dad's lap when his feet are cold. When he's outdoors, though, he likes to pretend he's feral; usually the only person he lets pick him up is John, because John is his "dad."

While I was scratching Stimpy, Gareth was talking to me. He always starts out with "I'm worried about Bob." which I think is not quite what he means. But he heard me say it when I was sad about him, before he died, and now it's the thing to say when he misses him, too. He's really the only one of them who is putting it into words at all. We were talking about Bob, and I felt the tears start. Gareth asked why I was crying, and I calmly told him that Bob was my good friend and I missed his presence. He said he missed him, too.

When we go for walks around the block, I keep looking out of the corner of my eye for that furry shape trotting in the gutter slightly behind us.

talonsage, I am holding you in my thoughts, and will be for quite some time yet.