Posted in cats, pets, tagged Max on Friday, April 18, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Yesterday after work, I ran around like a tornado trying to pack for my weekend. I put my suitcase on my bed, and went about my business trying to find clean clothes while making a list of what not to forget (common items I forget include toothbrush, razor, underwear, cell charger - ya know, [...]
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Posted in cats, pets, tagged Buddy, cats, dogs, Max, pets on Monday, February 4, 2008 | 3 Comments »
This is Max! He is 9 months old and is such a character. There’s definitely a little bit of Fred in him. I adopted him from a wonderful lady named Mary.
This is Buddy and Max in one of their first encounters. My camera and I weren’t getting along last night so [...]
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Posted in Fred, cats on Tuesday, July 24, 2007 | 1 Comment »
There has been a Fred sighting! I’m off to the Asheville Humane Society shelter. Yay!
UPDATE: There have been multiple sightings but no capture of the actual Fred yet….boo hissss.
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Posted in Fred, cats on Friday, July 6, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Fred, my cat, is still missing. I’ve even hired a pet detective. I’ve put ads in several papers and online spots. I’ve distributed nearly 150 flyers to neighbors. I’ve called animal shelters, foster groups, humane societies, vets and animal hospitals. I’ve visited the animal shelter three times. He is still missing.
Here’s a picture of him [...]
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Posted in 300, Fred, animals, cats, pets, weaverville on Monday, May 28, 2007 | 9 Comments »
Today is Memorial Day. I am not out celebrating those who have fought for our country and for my freedom, but I wish that was the case. Instead, I’m at the office!
Furthermore, I’ve got sad news…..Fred is missing. He’s been missing for 3 days now, somewhere near Dry Ridge in Weaverville. There are some in my [...]
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This is my guy Fred. He’s being fostered right now by T’s parents. I visit often and we canoodle, play, etc. Every morning, his favorite thing to do is hang out with me while I get ready for work. He watches me. He walks in between and around my ankles in a figure eight pattern. [...]
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