It's My Party and I'll Complain If I Want To Complaint Thread
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I can imagine it..."Take me out or I'll poop right here on your carpet!"
Out you go!
Dana
True it would be the dog pees on carpet or go for a walk so the dog wins.
Oh when I had a dog, I wanted to sleep in one morning but that was a big mistake. Guess who had to clean up all the poop on the carpet? One hint not the dog of course.
Morning. Frosty fingers of an undead night clawing at the breaking day struggling through storm tossed overcast a while after sunrise today ;)
*hugs*
What if they had a cat instead of a dog?
Cats go to the toilet alone and dont need to “walked”
Can someone walk a cat?
I should call the internet service provider tomorrow because my internet service is going down often.
Oh, that's a pain! I hope you get it straightened out.
Dana
Yes, people walk their cats all the time.
ty
Ignored the weather forecast of thunderstorms.
Spent the day on two wheels.
Renewed my driver's license for another eight years.
Had dinner with my girlfriend.
I hate my license photo, she loves hers. Only person I've ever known who does.
It's been a good day.
Any day spent on two wheels is a good day.
Dinner with a sharp woman makes it even better.
Her liking the way I look in black leather makes it perfect.
I should buy her some. Rowf!
When I was younger there was no internet!
Yes, one of my two actually queues up to have her harness put on as soon as I open the drawer where it is stored. The other one is not so keen on having her harness put on, but enjoys the walk round the garden.
When I was yonger there weren't any personal computers and the few computers that did exist used vacuum tubes.
They love it! Mine run to the door as soon as you open the drawer with their leashes in it.
Funny thing is, people often yell out of their cars asking what kind of dogs they are. I suppose their brain just can't process a cat on a leash even when it is right in front of them.
du du duuu eye of the tigerrr
Non-complaint: Happy, happy, joy, joy!
(Warning boring life story below)
After 25 years of searching I finally completed a collection! Yea! When I and my other half lived in Orlando we had a yearly pass to Disney world (back in the early '80s it wasn't nearly as expensive, only $100 for a year's pass which included parking too) .
So whenever we got a bee in our bonnet and wanted an easy mini-adventure we would zip down to Epcot for a day of free entertainment and a half decent meal at the end of the day at one of the restaurants around the lake. 
But while there we also became quite familiar with all the shops, some of them quite nice. When we first got together my other half had instructed me (in no uncertain terms) that I should learn to collect something. His words: "I don't care what you collect, but learn to collect something!" 
Being a klutz I was afraid to collect fragile things so I settled on metal things, specifically bronze statuettes. I had a good job at the time so the cost for moderate sized (5 to 10 inch high) bronzes didn't scare me ($$$). However, that habit got quickly out of control as the items got bigger and bigger ($$$$). We ended up having to sell many of them.
I still wanted to collect bronzes but my desires had to be scaled down drastically and at one of the stores in Epcot I found the limited edition, signed, minature bronzes of Michael Olszewski and started collecting his "Americana" series. Exquisite, tiny, 1 inch high, very detailed bronzes representing scenes of early American life. He would issue one each year ($$) and even after we moved to Washington, DC we would make a pilgrimage south to Epcot each year to get the next in the series (there was no vast commercial Internet back then and the store in Epcot was the only place we'd ever seen them). Eventually there were eight in the series but we only managed to get the first seven. Unfortunately they were sold out and we missed the issue of the last in the series, "The Blacksmith" issued in 1989. 
We both looked for the next 5 years. We visited many shops that would carry that sort of thing. They had many of Olszewski's works but not "The Blacksmith". Then in 1994 my other half had a stroke and died.
I continued looking to complete the collection, remembering the times we had searching for that one specific item. Finding "The Blacksmith" was very important to me. I associated it with bringing closure to that part of our lives. 
Years later I found "The Blacksmith" on the internet but by then their value had gone up to the point where I felt they were too expensive to buy.
I bid my time and waited, and waited, and evenutally saw that the elements of the "Americana" series were coming down in price. The price of many of them fell to about half of their original purchase price, but "The Blacksmith" stayed high. Perhaps it was a more limited issue? But regardless, whenever I found one it was way too highly priced for my current financial situation. 
Even ones that were tarnished or didn't have their original display box were overpriced.
To make a long story short (too late), yesterday, on eBay I found someone selling a "new" one for the original price ($50) with the original carboard box, original blue velvet flip-open display case, and bronze statuette still in its unopened plastic bag.
After some questions to the seller I was convinced my stars had aligned and I snapped it up. 
So, after about 25 years I've closed this chapter of my life. Another thing struck off of my bucket list. 
I just thought I'd update folks on this cat conspiracy thing I mentioned a few weeks ago...
I don't know what they are up to, but they got a backhoe now... I passed that side street from the main road and glanced down it to see a backhoe parked on it, with about five or six cats (that I could see) hanging around on it... Not sitting... Walking about, climbing around... Being active...
So, out of curiosity I swung around and went through the shopping center to come around onto that road... As I passed the backhoe, the cats took off.
Normally, they barely get up off the road if you are right up on them... But these ones took off.
Very suspicious...
Then, to underscore the whole thing, there is this big fat, bulky tomcat sitting in the middle of the street, well past where the cats normally hang out... Just feet from the main road... As I come up, he is just sitting there watching me, not budging... So I tap the horn and instead of running off, he just shift off to the driver's side and sits back down eyeballing me the whole time... Giving me that sort of "Aye... You didn't see nuttin'... Got it?", kind of look.
I'm also wondering if that really wobbly guy I saw wearing a trench coat, using the self service register to buy a bunch of tools and angle irons at Home Depot was actually a pile of cats in disguise.
Something is going on... The game is afoot, and I'm starting to wonder if this is all the cats alone or the machinations of my arch nemesis Moriarty...
Moriarty was a squirrel.
A very clever and dangerous squirrel who tried on several occasions to kill me... Going so far as to sabotage my tractor battery so that when I started it, it blew up.
I thought he was dead, run over by a truck crossing the road... But really, it could have been some other squirrel with a handlebar mustache and a tiny top hat...
Well... I shall keep you all apprised of further developments.
Good day.
never trust a cat with a handlebar mustachio
@LeatherGryphon...
Not a boring life story at all... It's always good to share in the events and experiences of other forumites...
Also a lot less troublesome than hacking, paying off informants or stalking.
Congratulations on completing your collection, bittersweet as it may be.
When I was younger, the crust was still molten and you had to walk forty miles uphill in lava to get to school...
Naa... I'm not that old, but thought that would be a good complaint for someone really old.
Cats with handlebar mustaches are usually okay... But it's squirrels with handlebar mustaches and top hats you really have to worry about... Especially when they keep twirling the tips and snickering.
Funniest one ever was when we went on a seaside holiday when my then cat was 3 months or so old and learning to walk on a harness and lead. I had made him a tiny elastic harness as he was so small. He had been the offspring of a stray cat and Daddy was Manx cat, so he was quite distinctive, Deep ginger tabby with a short stubby tail. We were staying in a caravan site and every morning my then husband would take Kelly down to the shop when he went to get fresh milk and a newspaper. I think Hubby was the most popular guy on the site, everyone would stop and stare, and many would talk. The most amazing thing was that we were there for 2 weeks and none of the dogs also on holiday took any notice of this little ginger kitten often spotted hanging around a certain caravan on a long lead. Getting the extension lead untangled from under the caravan was fun sometimes, but my kids were young (single figure ages) so quite able to scramble under the van.
Vacuum tubes? We never had it so good! When I were younger, the only computer was a day's bus journey away, and you had to bring your own crank handle to turn the cogs and pulleys . . .
Nice weather for zombies? Brrrrrrrrrrrr....
My niece walks her cat Rio. He actually carries his leash and harness to the door and meows until she comes to take him walkies.
Some cats do things you would only expect of a dog. Our cat used to play fetch delightedly. We'd crumple up a little piece of notepad paper about 4x5 inches into a ball and toss it. He'd scramble to it, pick it up in his teeth, bring it back and drop it at our feet waiting for us to throw it again. Then when he got bored with us he'd start batting it about the room and chase after it having the time of his life for about 10 minutes. Old crumbled "balls" were apparently not interesting because we'd find them in dusty corners weeks later. He had to have a fresh "crunchy" ball or he'd just ignore it. The moment we started wadding up a fresh piece of paper, he's appear out of his hiding place and be at our feet waiting for the first toss.
Yeah... That's actually not far off... Maybe a little more burly of a body, but it's hard to tell... But the squint... Pretty dang close.
My neighbor's cat who hangs out here frequently... (Mostly for attention and snacks) has a weird fixation with running after rolling balls.
He'll run after them and tackle them and then shoot off in a random direction, stop and look back to see if it's gonna retaliate.
He used to chase lager balls until one day my daughters were playing soccer and he decided to ambush a fast moving shot... If it wasn't so terrible looking to behold I would have actually laughed, but he jumped it almost head on and sort of did a half cartwheel, landed askew and shot off into the bushes again and then just sat there semi-stunned. He seemed okay because after that he was willing to eat some tuna...
As far as I know, he's never attempted that stunt again.