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I knew there was something special about you Holly... Never met a cat lady I didn't like, and that goes triple for you! Bumble sounds like a trollop tho...tsk tsk tsk.

Great story Rich! Maine Coons are the bestest...Gracie was mine... I can see you standing there w Oscar in all his glory....back safe in his masters arms... future tenants out the door and oughta there ...and you saying, Good Kitty. I miss Gracie, you miss Oscar, and we all miss Jerry....

Great story! I love kitties! I have three right now and one is a Maine Coon! His name is Xander. He is large as well, bigger than a small dog. His dad is a show cat named Wilson Pickett. His momma is named Mustang Sally. His daddy's head is the size of a cantelope...He has a Turkish Van pattern which is rare in a Coon so he is all white with black ears and tail and one black spot. He looks like a cat cow. About 16 lbs... My newest kitty is Hawkeye and he came from the woods. He grew up outdoors and lost a claw on his front paw somehow. He is the sweetest little boy ever! He is red and white, well more of a rust color. And Stoli, my 12 year old kitty who was born to my other cat Bumble in my closet in one of the hottest summers in STL. Bumble clawed her way out of the bathroom screen to get out while she was in heat. She was gone for 3 days and I didn't think I'd ever see her again. She came home filthy with 4 alley cats chasing her... needless to say she had gotten knocked up...Bumble went with my ex and Stoli still remains... Kitty Stories.

Had a cat in my first apartment illegally, kept litter box in bath tub.....name was Oscar....a fine looking Maine Coon.....well when it was time to find a house.....I let my landlord Mr. Lang know and he said he would show place on a few minutes notice to rent it out after I left, sure enough on this hot August Saturday afternoon he said he'd be over in a minute....scrambling I moved the litter box, put it under my bed and threw Oscar out the bathroom window ( first floor) so he landed on his feet and Mr. Lang was with his potential tenants at the front door, the only door..... Well he starts showing the place, btw it was flea infested....used to walk around in white knee high athletic socks, not for fashion but to avoid getting bitten and pick them off my socks and drown them....one flea at a time. So this couple comes in, in flip flops.....second they hit the carpet they are getting eaten alive, they start scratching.....and mortified as they turn to leave, Oscar, claws and all jumps on the living room screen....six feet up and is clinging on for dear life and meowing up a storm, as he scrambles he begins to rip the screen from his weight...he was a big boy as the screen shreds he, jumps through it into the room, sits at my feet and jumps up into my arms. Chagrined I look at my landlord, he throws me $5, said go buy yourself a flea bomb, and the screen repair is coming out of your security deposit....then turns to leave looks at me and winks, says nice cat.....next time just let the cat stay, less chaos. I miss Oscar.....

bunt note...and the rest of the story... Brother had found a higher power than drugs (not hard) called Jesus, got busted right afterwards for transgressions, was paroled to a Christian outreach called Teen Challenge... got his head on right, cleaned up his life, became an international missionary then evangelist, preached to millions, including the Brownsville Revival in Pensacola from 1995 - 2000 (look it up) and started a church in DFW, which is why I moved here... look up stevehill ministries dot com if you wanna read about an awesome life. RIP, Steve...we lost him last year after a 5 year battle with cancer....and the last years I was blessed to be by his side. Thanks for the memories, and the car, Steve. You rocked it big time. Now, about that rock and roll band and page two...and all that Jazz...can I fly with you guys?

The NY people are originally from here...and moving back in a month or so...and hey now, I have nice condo! its just 109 years old... As far as SpyroGyra goes...you know people love that fusion. Traditional is saved for the old heads and old souls...

...doen't have that bluesy feel to it...much prefer bus station...and oh those fumes...yum yum. Tried to smuggle my jet black cat named Casper on a Grayhound bus, in Albuquerque back in '75 or so, after abandoning my pickup truck forty miles west of that fine town, broke down with a torn off u-joint in an enclosed drive line. When that happens going 65 miles an hour, it turns the rear-end brass gears into mush... Sold the truck for 50 bucks, put all my stuff by the side of the road, middle of the desert, three days before Christmas, going home to 'bama to visit my brother who was in jail...kitty cat under my arm, thumb stuck out...and a miracle occurred. Got a ride from a nice couple right to the station. Bought a one-way ticket on ba dus for 45 bucks, tried to board, Casper meowed hi to the briver and he said..."What's that?" I said my cat, he said not on my bus. I said ok, turned, and there is the elderly couple standing there. They said, we'll take you to a kennel. They did, and took me back, I baorded, off we went, got to 'Bama, visited said brother and he said need a car? Take mnine, I wonm't need it. Two weeks later I pick up my cat in the kennel and away I go to the safety of the mnountains in CA and the GD... Always liked dus stations....and elderly couples with hearts of gold....that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

yes indeed, I do hope those poor suckers from NY, ahem educated consumers ;-) buy your condo....tough being in limbo..... I agree, good jazz can not be beat....this festival is a 2 day ordeal in Lewiston NY right on the water, vendors, bring folding chairs and set up in front of any of 5 stages.....a guy I haven't seen 10 years plays piano in a jazz trio with his girlfriend on vocals....really want to see him play.....he grew up in da Buff with his contemporaries at the time SpyroGyra...they went separate directions, he more traditional and be bop ragtime and SpyroGyra became millionaires....oh well..... Whether you fly by the seat of your pants or skin of your teeth.....be sure to flap them wings.... Into the air, junior Birdman/woman.....

I got my bus pass in hand... I love jazz fests...I love Jazz! I even named one of my kitties Jazz.... a long time ago... Not sure what the weekend has in store...gonna fly by the seat of my pants. Fingers crossed that a couple from NY wants to buy my condo!!!

Hey now Miami....gearing up for a great weekend. have a local jazz fest tomorrow and Grass is Dead in a bar on Sunday night..... Just sitting in a bus station, waiting for the next one to come along.....will flag you down after a quick test drive.....