http://desicritics.org/ Superior South Asian bloggers on Culture, Media, Politics, Sport, Business, and Technology. en Copyright 2006 by the authors Sun, 8 Mar 2009 20:33:51 EDT http://backend.userland.com/rss BC custom software http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-359037 Gute Arbeit hier! Gute Inhalte. 359037@desicritics.org Sun, 8 Mar 2009 20:33:51 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-359036 Gute Arbeit hier! Gute Inhalte. 359036@desicritics.org Sun, 8 Mar 2009 20:33:28 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-356889 Interessante Informationen. 356889@desicritics.org Tue, 3 Mar 2009 19:45:09 EST http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-356888 Interessante Informationen. 356888@desicritics.org Tue, 3 Mar 2009 19:44:59 EST http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-331881 Maybe, just maybe, I'll post the story of how Flash caught his first mouse, Deepa. 331881@desicritics.org Mon, 12 May 2008 16:36:59 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-331853 Ruvy I enjoyed your story as much as I enjoyed Zainub's! 331853@desicritics.org Mon, 12 May 2008 09:29:21 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-331849 Nice article Zainub, I can hardly wait till Kensei and Zoey have their kittens;) 331849@desicritics.org Mon, 12 May 2008 07:56:18 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-331819 Sorry about the double posting.... 331819@desicritics.org Sun, 11 May 2008 23:04:26 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-331818 Zainub, I enjoyed your story immensely. Anyone who has lived with cats (you can't own them - they own you) would. For years before I met her, my wife had lived with cats as a girl. Most of them either ran away or were run over by cars racing down Cleveland Avenue in St. Paul. One cat that she had had for a particularly long time, Rascal, was the subject of constant reminiscing, and mourning. When we got married, we lived in an apartment and the landlord did not allow pets in the building, but when we bought a house, I just couldn't take the constant reminiscences about Rascal any more. So, one day, I packed everyone into the car and we drove out to the humane society in Ramsey County and picked up a tiny little tan cat who ran up and down our stairs like lightning. That's how he got his name - Flash. Fourteen years and a third of the globe from where he was born, he still runs up and down the stairs; but he sounds like a horse when he does so, weighing in at a healthy 6 kilos, down from the 9 kilos he had gotten up to when we first moved to Israel when we only had two rooms to live in, and he got very little exercise. Our sons have grown up with Flash, but our neighbors four or five houses down have a little tiny kitten the boys are eyeing. Seeing how the two cats get along may be interesting.... Flash was always the cat of our younger boy, who would pick him up and hold him in the weirdest ways. Our elder son always shied away from picking Flash up, but he loves him anyway. But the younger is probably going into the army next year or so, so I suspect that the younger cat will be more that of the elder boy than the younger. In any event, the younger cat will certainly be my wife's cat; she loves cats - even more than I do. One thing, though, Zainub. We rarely hear about Rascal anymore.... Blessings from Samaria, Ruvy 331818@desicritics.org Sun, 11 May 2008 23:03:07 EDT http://desicritics.org/2008/05/11/142719.php#comment-331817 Zainub, I enjoyed your story immensely. Anyone who has lived with cats (you can't own them - they own you) would. For years before I met her, my wife had lived with cats as a girl. Most of them either ran away or were run over by cars racing down Cleveland Avenue in St. Paul. One cat that she had had for a particularly long time, Rascal, was the subject of constant reminiscing, and mourning. When we got married, we lived in an apartment and the landlord did not allow pets in the building, but when we bought a house, I just couldn't take the constant reminiscences about Rascal any more. So, one day, I packed everyone into the car and we drove out to the humane society in Ramsey County and picked up a tiny little tan cat who ran up and down our stairs like lightning. That's how he got his name - Flash. Fourteen years and a third of the globe from where he was born, he still runs up and down the stairs; but he sounds like a horse when he does so, weighing in at a healthy 6 kilos, down from the 9 kilos he had gotten up to when we first moved to Israel when we only had two rooms to live in, and he got very little exercise. Our sons have grown up with Flash, but our neighbors four or five houses down have a little tiny kitten the boys are eyeing. Seeing how the two cats get along may be interesting.... Flash was always the cat of our younger boy, who would pick him up and hold him in the weirdest ways. Our elder son always shied away from picking Flash up, but he loves him anyway. But the younger is probably going into the army next year or so, so I suspect that the younger cat will be more that of the elder boy than the younger. In any event, the younger cat will certainly be my wife's cat; she loves cats - even more than I do. One thing, though, Zainub. We rarely hear about Rascal anymore.... Blessings from Samaria, Ruvy 331817@desicritics.org Sun, 11 May 2008 23:02:32 EDT