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Trace and I and the rest of the Jellice Tribe used to be regular members here, but seem to have drifted away over the years. But for those that remember us, I just wanted you to know. Trace's life's journey ended this morning. In his many years he outlived prognosis and beat odds to the point...

I've not been on the forum in a while, and this really isn't the way I would have chosen to post again.  Many of the older member of TCS had a fondness for Mischief, and I felt you all should know.  The new morning brought sadness to the tribe. Sometime during the night, Mischief Mistoffolees...

The Tribe's favorite blankie, laid out under a poultry-barn heating lamp.  Nirvana, kitty style.  

I just went through the feline version of "lipstick on the collar". At Christmas Dinner, I petted my brother's cats for a bit. Just after getting home, I offered to give Trace some scritches under the chin; he took a sniff (maybe 2), and promptly smacked the straight up dickens out of my hand. I...

I was doing some straightening up around the desk and came upon "the book". The book where I keep the tribe's info; and noticed that yesterday was the anniversary of Blondie Rumpleteaser coming to live here. >>9 years ago<<. I mean, the BABY...9 years ago. Which would make her 10'ish. My...

Trace Tumblebrutus feels Black Friday is just no biggie. 

I think an oh-so-subtle sedition may be going on within the tribe.  Today, Blondie Rumpleteaser, the tribe's youngest female, has gotten all up in the Diva's grill.  The Diva, Etcetera would hunker down and hiss, and Blondie would just flip her tail and saunter away.  She's done that 3 times...

There is a wicked storm going on here right now, and I know it's silly, but I just have this feeling that I should be like doing something, like covering Peanut's grave or something.  She's so afraid of thunder.

My little deaf kitty, Peanut Butterum, left us last night.  The vet was kind enough to wait after hours for us, and we let her go sitting in the yard behind the clinic instead of inside where all the scary smells are.  Peanut was diagnosed with cancer just about 2 months ago.  It was advanced...

Why yes, that IS the Hobo eating peas as though they are catfood.   Does this surprise anyone?  

Meet Pouncival;  Pounce for short.  When Pounce showed up about a week ago, I thought he was a new neighbor cat, as he appeared fed and healthy.  It's obvious now that he was getting more and more hungry every day.  He was in Lil' Girl's feeding house this morning, licking what little gravy was...

It is supposed to storm later today, but for right now, this moment, the weather is beautiful.  So, Skimbleshanks the Hobo is taking full advantage.  He's in the outdoor enclosure, has raked himself up a nest, and is in full "chill" mode.  

Hobo the cat sneaked onto the kitchen counter while I was on the phone, and snagged himself a frozen french fry.   Now he's in the back bedroom in his "mine, all mine" spot, with the fry on the floor.  I'm not sure if he's just perplexed as to what to do with it;  or if he's waiting for it to...

I finished 19th of 29 in my very first Cowboy Action Shoot.   This is fun.  A very large time was had by all.   http://www.sassnet.com/

This is one of the young'uns from the new family at work. They have found the mulch in the landscaping makes really nice burrows, and best yet, management thinks they're cute too, so they're welcome to stay. I only had the little S95 with me, so not a lot of detail in the photos, but this lil'...

James Arness, who played Marshall Matt Dillon on the old Western TV series "Gunsmoke", has passed away. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20110603/...t_james_arness

Skimbleshanks the Hobo cat has always been my boy that will eat anything, and will do whatever it takes to get it. His bestest buddy among the females is my lil' deaf kitty, Peanut Butterum. Just now, Peanut Butterum hopped up into my lap, gave me a little licky kiss, purred for a few...

Ok...my chess set is on a shelf, 5 SHELVES from the floor...yet Mischief just came bounding by using the white queen as a hockey puck. Where there's a will...

I know stool is designed for humans...you have a point?

and yet, so far... The little bird had no clue that the ever hungry Hobo Skimbleshanks lurked just beyond the partially closed blinds.