Dear Abbott

Favorite?

abbs

have u ever owned pets plz describe their names and temperments ty

hoos

Dearest Hoos,

God, you wanted a short novel or what?

Age 5:

Jojo the turtle. We took a family trip to Kentucky and we picked the turtle up off a road there. He was a nice little guy. I drew a lot of pictures & wrote many stories & comics about him. A car ran over him after a few months.

Age 6:

Biscuit, a nice pomeranian mix dog who was fluffy and white. She was affable and loved to roll around in freshly cut grass, giving her fur a greenish tint. We had her for 9 months, got rid of her when we moved (lord knows why).

Mrs. Frisby, a mouse. I got her from my first grade teacher, who had a class pet mouse that made a lot of babies and was also named Mrs. Frisby. The mouse escaped.

Nicodemus, another mouse from my first grade teacher. It ran away too. My parents said I couldn't have any more mice.

Age 7:

I wanted a dog but my parents would only let us get cats.

Max, a manx cat who was white with a grey butt, grey nose and grey ears. He hopped like a bunny when he ran. He was a neat and funny cat, but I was kind of bitter bcz he would never sleep with me or pay much attention to me specifically. He ran away.

Roman was a very nice tortie kitten who got ran over in two days. I found his squashed, oozing body & he was still alive & screaming in pain. I convinced my dad to take Roman to the vet to get him put down instead of drowning him. The vet did it for free. I didn't go to school the next day, I was so sad. My parents quit letting me have cats.

Age 10:

Jasper, a small desert lizard. He was pretty boring. He just sat on his heat rock. He escaped, too. They're fast motherfuckers. That thing where their tails flip out after breaking off: I can see why that is a great defense mechanism. It's jarring as hell.

Oscar, a hermit crab. He lived in Jasper's old cage. He died after 3 days on Thanksgiving. I had difficulty feeling sad, but I did feel like a shithead with some kind of pet-killing curse.

Age 12:

Two tabby cats, Orville and Wilbur. They were cuddle kitties to the max. Orville got locked in a grain silo & was cooked to death. Wilbur was so funny. He could climb ladders. One time he adopted some stray kittens and tried to nurse them and everything. It was incredible. He was around for two lovely years until he crawled into my dad's warm truck engine & died when the car started.

Age 13:

A black moor goldfish named Shelby. He only had one eye! I adopted him from someone whose other fish had attempted to kill it. His fins were ragged, too, but those grew back. He lived for two years and was a point of pride for me, this homely little fish. When he died, I played "In My Room" by the Beach Boys on repeat because we spent a lot of time together in my room.

Age 15:

Alice and Sylvia, two black and white rats. They weren't as sociable as I'd hoped, meaning not at all. I think they'd been at the pet store a long time when I got them. Our relationship was: I'd clean the cage and try not to get bitten. I gave them to a friend eventually, who was happier with them than I was.

Part two, pets of my adulthood, soon to come!

poor abbott's pets ;_;

The same thing that happened to your Wilbur happened to one of my cats (which I had sadly and appropriately named "Blender").

Oh dear!

I have lots of horrific pet stories too...I thought about starting a thread but it would just be a horror show thread.

One of my biggest worries is: what if my dog dies? I would be inconsolable. I am going to go pet my dog right now.

i constantly worry about my cats dying. they are getting a little old (10 and 8 yrs old) and although i have had cats my whole life pretty much, i have never had one die, due to moving every few years and leaving them behind (this sounds bad but these were international moves that would have required quarantining pets).

My dog is 14, and still chipper as hell - if only for 45 min a day. She then sleeps the rest of the time.

Weed is okay every other day. Abstaining on alternating days for bedroom and social purposes is a kindness to others.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^.

my past cats have either ran away or gotten sick and been euthanized. now one of my cats is 15 or 16 and i'm constantly poking him to make sure he's still breathing (because he's usually asleep).

i constantly worry about my cats dying.

and

i'm constantly poking him to make sure he's still breathing

Me toooo. Just today when I left the house, I said to both cats, "You both be here and alive when I get back!" which is kind of crazy, now that I think about it. I had a really tough time when our big sweet fat cat died a year ago last Feb. and he wasn't even my favorite. When my Number One Cat dies, I don't know what I'm going to do.

this fella...
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is about 15, 16? do not know what i will do with myself when he passes, and really don't like to dwell on it too much.

I have met Stevie's grand cat there and agree.

That's a very excellent cat.

He's got a lot of character.

also, glaucoma. but he makes it work.

Glaucoma detracts from neither excellence nor character, in cats or humans (or dogs), in my experience.

Get him some medical marijuana.

Deer Abbott:
you gonna start posting on the DS bloggy thing again? you still gettin' roms?
-forks

Dear Mr. Forks,

I am still getting ROMs. I was unaware anyone was reading the thing. Also, I think I painted myself into a corner or something. Who knows.

Yours,

Abbott

okay, well I was reading it and would welcome more.

Dear Abbott

Erica said this:

Maybe I should just get a tattoo of a sloth who is best friends with a hedgehog who can lick his nose (the hedgehog's own not the sloth's) and look very cute while doing so.

and then I suggested you draw it. But she is not so keen on the idea anymore (cuz of hedgehogs may or may not be right little fuckers) but I'm still sold on etching it into my flesh. Could you pls to draw (when you and then if it's still alright with Mrs Spiralli I vow to get err done. thx.

:-)

Dear Mr. Nick,

I would be totes down with this. How cartoony is acceptable?

Yours,

Abbs

Dear Ms. Abbott

As you draw, I shall tattoo.

Kind regards

Nick

This is going to be so amazingly awesome that I'm going to regret saying I don't want it anymore, isn't it?

y. nyah nyah 2 u. <3

hmpf. What are you even doing awake? It's tomorrow where you are!

It's tooootally today. I was partying and then nightbussing (during which I was writing some stuff but got distracted by some very pleasant gay chaps dissecting michael jackson's career and analyzing the various merits thereof).

I took the nightbus exactly once when I was living in London from around Centre Point way to Snarebrook and it took something like THREE HOURS. That was the end of that little experiment for me. It was pretty entertaining though - I was promised that I'd see someone be sick and at least one fight and I saw both!

THREE HOURS? fuuuuuuuuck.

I was once on a nightbus with a guy who took it upon himself to be sick in every seat on the top deck. Every time he puked he moved seats. Pretty vacant top deck by the time the bus arrived in East Dulwich.

omg. Hey - Roberto S. lived in E. Dulwich for a year after I left London but before he moved here!

at least you have nightbuses! the alternatives are expensive cabs and staying over.

^^^ True.

The buses end at 6:30p.m. here, it's ridic. (I was trying to figure out the British equivalent of a.m. and p.m. as I typed this, wtf me.)

daerest abbott,

just what AM i doing with my life??

"regards", h.

Dear Abbott,

Where did you come up with the scratch for this acquisition? Also can I borrow $2 billion, I will hit you back on the fifth.

-Z S

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C'mon, man, don't you know that New Mexico is all rare minerals? She figured out a property/stock swap and owns all our souls now.

She figured out a property/stock swap and owns all our souls now.

I'm strangely ok with that! Better than the mysteriously silent cosmic goo that owned my soul before!

Sorry I should have spoken up more in the past.

would consume all this units of belgian drugs

dear abbott

I might be in las cruces next weekend. what should I do while I am there? also, should we go to juarez for shits and giggles since it's only an hour away?

my old friends (one of 'em a former boss) the Tuftes used to run a record shop in Las Cruces called Atmosphere. Do you know them? They took me to Juarez for shits and giggles and I didn't really like it.

Haha, I actually webmailed her about Sc0tt 'n them a while back, she dun know 'em.

Here's a nice brochure about visiting Juarez:

http://travel.state.gov/travel/cis_pa_tw/pa/pa_4491.html

Juarez idea is good only if you need a shitload of cheap prescription drugs. Or a bottle of booze with a dead worm in it.

good to know. perhaps i'll give it a miss. i think the only reason I'd go is to say I went to mexico.

i love new mexico!!

I wish I would have seen when M4ndee revived this! I am so sad I couldn't tell her the things to see in Las Cruces (the brewery, and the new brewery).