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Ours have been stolen at least 3 times now, in the 18 years we've lived in our house.  I've always managed to find most of it scattered around the neighborhood, so I assume it was just over privileged dipshit kids being over privileged dipshit kids.  The last time it happened I found a whole mess of stuff from multiple houses piled at one of the entrances to our neighborhood.  The metal reindeer we leave up the longest are now chained between two oak trees, since that's what got stolen the most.  My wife vetoed letting the mastiff shit all around em as an extra theft deterrent.  Just another reminder that a sizable portion of my neighbors really are degenerate assholes.

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1 hour ago, Robert C said:

Ours have been stolen at least 3 times now, in the 18 years we've lived in our house.  I've always managed to find most of it scattered around the neighborhood, so I assume it was just over privileged dipshit kids being over privileged dipshit kids.  The last time it happened I found a whole mess of stuff from multiple houses piled at one of the entrances to our neighborhood.  The metal reindeer we leave up the longest are now chained between two oak trees, since that's what got stolen the most.  My wife vetoed letting the mastiff shit all around em as an extra theft deterrent.  Just another reminder that a sizable portion of my neighbors really are degenerate assholes.

Dog shit filled pits would be a good deterrent.

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To every business that closed today (Monday) "for the New Year's Holiday"...

 

Fuck you.

 

New Year's was yesterday. Some of us have errands to run and today is our only day off this week.

 

Just because Xmas and New Year's are on a Sunday, doesn't mean you get to take an extra day off.

 

It simply means you only get Sunday off, like every other week of the year.

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On 19/12/2016 at 9:55 AM, Red is Dead said:

BLA BLA Cancer op, momma red bla bla.

So, operation happened on 28th, we were at the hospital for 7. She was made radioactive (and me without my incredible hulk beanie) then got seen at the breast clinic for 830, only to be told that we weren't expected. Then they asked to take her blood pressure anyway, and wondered why it was a "bit high"

*insert naked gun headslap gif*

After that was remedied, the guide wire was introduced into the breast, and away we walked back to the ward. She was first on the list and was sent straight up. Quick kiss and the Snuka hands later and me and my sister were enjoying the finest bacon buttie the L&D cafeteria could provide. With a nice warming cup of brown.

Four hours later and i get a text from mum who was, in her own terms, higher than giraffe pussy...the docs had removed the tumour, and some of her lymph nodes, which I've researched as meaning "to check if there is any spread or potential spread into other areas, aside from the breast"

She was out by three pm. Lil woozy, but out. Sister spent the night in situ with mum and the family red went over the next day to cook, clean, wash up and provide get well cards made by a four year old who just about understands. Enough to bring a tear to a glass eye. Exercises/physio done, dressings changed, she's been able to have a shower while keeping the scars dry and has called her browse Jason (after the technicolour dreamcoat/number and colour of bruises) so she's okay.

And now we wait until Friday. when the results come back. I cant make any predictions, but from what we've seen so far, the doc, surgeon and specialists cant find issues so far. So we're remaining positive. 

Dad found out (acrimonious divorce since separatoin in 2004) after Helen told him. just out of courtest/respect, to be honest. He broke down in tears then immediately said he would help pick up/drop off C from nursery. the old man is softening in his old age.

So....yeah. thats been my christmas. Peace love and chocolate biscuits to all...

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My cat is sick, I think she's dying. She's 13 and she's stopped eating.Opened a tin of Tuna next to her yesterday and she ignored it.

It's going to be hard on my son if she does, she's older than he is, so as far as he's concerned having a cat is something Dad's do.

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On 1/1/2017 at 4:49 AM, Kevin Wilson said:

Its a shame that mantraps are illegal. I mean I get it, but it would dissuade people pretty damn quick if they got stuck in a net or electrocuted.

"Officer, I swear the punji steak pit was purely decorative, not a theft deterrent."

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7 hours ago, Red is Dead said:

So, operation happened on 28th, we were at the hospital for 7. She was made radioactive (and me without my incredible hulk beanie) then got seen at the breast clinic for 830, only to be told that we weren't expected. Then they asked to take her blood pressure anyway, and wondered why it was a "bit high"

*insert naked gun headslap gif*

After that was remedied, the guide wire was introduced into the breast, and away we walked back to the ward. She was first on the list and was sent straight up. Quick kiss and the Snuka hands later and me and my sister were enjoying the finest bacon buttie the L&D cafeteria could provide. With a nice warming cup of brown.

Four hours later and i get a text from mum who was, in her own terms, higher than giraffe pussy...the docs had removed the tumour, and some of her lymph nodes, which I've researched as meaning "to check if there is any spread or potential spread into other areas, aside from the breast"

She was out by three pm. Lil woozy, but out. Sister spent the night in situ with mum and the family red went over the next day to cook, clean, wash up and provide get well cards made by a four year old who just about understands. Enough to bring a tear to a glass eye. Exercises/physio done, dressings changed, she's been able to have a shower while keeping the scars dry and has called her browse Jason (after the technicolour dreamcoat/number and colour of bruises) so she's okay.

And now we wait until Friday. when the results come back. I cant make any predictions, but from what we've seen so far, the doc, surgeon and specialists cant find issues so far. So we're remaining positive. 

Dad found out (acrimonious divorce since separatoin in 2004) after Helen told him. just out of courtest/respect, to be honest. He broke down in tears then immediately said he would help pick up/drop off C from nursery. the old man is softening in his old age.

So....yeah. thats been my christmas. Peace love and chocolate biscuits to all...

Here's hoping for great news Friday and that this is unfolding in about as best a manner as possible is swell. Also, your mother is hilarious. 

3 hours ago, AxB said:

My cat is sick, I think she's dying. She's 13 and she's stopped eating.Opened a tin of Tuna next to her yesterday and she ignored it.

It's going to be hard on my son if she does, she's older than he is, so as far as he's concerned having a cat is something Dad's do.

Awful and my heart goes out to you. 13 years is a long time to get attached but it's also a good run for a cat. Maybe it's just a temporary issue, at least that's what I would hold out for. 

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I didn't think I'd feel it this much. I though the cats I'd had in childhood were closer to me. They were affectionate, they'd sit on your knee or be picked up and purr while you carried them. Shanti was standoffish, she wouldn't sit on your knee, she hated being picked up. She'd ask for food and not eat it. She'd demand attention when I was trying to do something just because she liked to distract me. But she was with me for nearly a third of my life.

When she was a kitten, I'd throw cat toys over her head and she'd leap five feet in the air to catch them. Pick them up with her mouth and bring them back so you could throw them again. We'd laugh and ask her why she thought she was a dog. Then later, after she'd had her litter of kittens (and been neutered) she'd just sit and watch the toys fly, and then pounce when it landed, all shiny eyes and claws ripping the carpet.. Eventually she stopped doing that too. She'd just look at you like 'What did you throw that for? Stupid human'.

If she was out and we went out too, she'd follow us down the road. We managed three house moves that way, going to the old house and letting her follow us up the streets to the new one. When Xavi was 8 we'd go to the kid's park and she'd follow us, and she'd be surrounded by little girls stroking her and telling her how beautiful she was. When we moved to the flat in town, she loved it because she could go out of the bedroom window and already be on a roof, and a cat's favourite game is the 'I'm on a higher thing than the thing you're on' game. She could get onto the top roof and pluck bats out of the sky there.

I think she'd been a little bit ill for a while. Last few years she'd ask for more and more water, more water than cats usually drink. You'd put a tablespoon's worth of food in her bowl and she'd eat one mouthful, then ask for more. She'd be sick quite a lot. She'd use something other than her litter tray as a litter trap, even though her tray was clean and fresh. Last summer she was living like a teenager (because she was one), only coming in for meals and to sleep at night, and staying out for 16 hours a day. But she was slowing down... and I think this winter took a lot out of her. But she went steeply downhill th,is weekend. Last night, when I got home from work, she couldn't even lift her head, but her eyes were open and her ears were twitching. But a few hours later, she meowed for me. And then she stopped breathing.

My son filmed this last April. She meowed higher for him than she would for me. She was more demanding when she was talking to me. I'll miss her.

 

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On 1/3/2017 at 7:08 AM, AxB said:

My cat is sick, I think she's dying. She's 13 and she's stopped eating.Opened a tin of Tuna next to her yesterday and she ignored it.

It's going to be hard on my son if she does, she's older than he is, so as far as he's concerned having a cat is something Dad's do.

I'm so sorry, mate. If she's stopped eating, it's likely time to say goodbye. We lost both of our oldest boys last year (age 15), once Dr. Nikola passed, Captain Nemo seemed to just be marking time... I wish you all the best with a most difficult time, and encourage you to think about adopting a kitten (or two) from a shelter. We can't save them all, but we do what we can... 

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20 hours ago, AxB said:

She's gone.

My condolences on your loss. We had to make the painful decision to put our 19 year old Cali to sleep in November. She was diabetic and we gave her insulin twice a day. I've been fortunate that I haven't lost many people close to me, so losing the cat I've had since I was 16 was crushing. We still have Cleo, who is 10 and we adopted Coco, who is now four months old. She was found in a parking lot and we adopted her through an adoption group at our local Petsmart. While I still love and miss Cali, Coco has added so much life back to our house and her and Cleo get along pretty well.

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Thanks everyone. The worst part was telling Xavier, he's only 12 years old and he's never really lost anyone in his life before (his Maternal Grandfather died when he was 3, but they hadn't seen each other for a year or so before that (they're a family that falls out sometimes), so he has no memories of him). And most of my cat stories are really Xavi stories. How she followed us to the chip shop (a fifteen minute walk - thirty minute round trip) and then lay down in the middle of the floor while we were eating, glaring up at us like 'Look how tired you've made me'. How she followed us to my Dad's house one Sunday, and had to have a lift back in Grandad's car, and Xavi would laugh his head off every time we'd go over a speed bump and her eyes would go all wide and panicky. The first time he met that little cat, he hadn't learned to crawl yet, and she was bigger than he was. One of the first words he learned to say was her name. And over the years, in a way she was more his cat than mine. He was always much more pleased to see her (because he didn't see her every day, he lives with his Mum (around the corner) most of the week). I think in his mind she was going to live forever.

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One of the worst parts with my experience of putting a pet to sleep is getting back a copy of the poem "Rainbow Bridge". Just thinking about it now, I've got a lump in my throat and my eyes are welling up. If I were to read it, I would be full on bawling my eyes out.

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One of the more painful times in the family that didn't involve a relative passing was when we had to put our dog down a few years ago.  I knew the night before he was in terrible shape and without knowing for sure the next day still gave him one last big ol' hug.  The next day he couldn't even stand and after they took him to the vet it was the last I saw of him.  He had a spot in the backyard he liked going to a lot, so my dad planted a tree there and called it the "Scooter spot"  It really affected him much more than I thought as while he was a "man's man" he was the most saddened about the whole thing.  And then his brother died soon after but that's another story.

But since then I don't know if I can get another pet.  I love them and they do bring great joy into our lives.  But it's the passing away part that I can't handle.  Maybe one day, we'll see.  I can't anyway if I wanted to because we have too small a place.  But really sorry to read about your cat, seemed a pretty awesome one to have.

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On 03/01/2017 at 9:53 AM, Red is Dead said:

snuka hands and something about giraffes...

Just got off the phone after she's had her follow-up appointment.

The surgeon took out a 13mm tumour, stage 2 ductal carcinoma in situ from her right breast, as well as about a cm around the tumour and some lymph nodes from her right armpit. Tests on the lymph nodes for further strains of this existing cancer and other types of cancer have come back negative. Pretty much a good indication that the cancer was localised to the breast and hasnt spread. There is NO need for chemo and for me to shave my head in sympathy efforts/ability to form a right said fred tribute act.

She is to go back to the cancer specialists at the L&D on Jan 20th whereupon she starts her course of hormone therapy for 5 years. She is free to drive and do light housework from now. She is pretty much set now for radiotherapy in 6-8 week.

She's doing it lads - she's going to fucking smash it.

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2 hours ago, Red is Dead said:

Just got off the phone after she's had her follow-up appointment.

The surgeon took out a 13mm tumour, stage 2 ductal carcinoma in situ from her right breast, as well as about a cm around the tumour and some lymph nodes from her right armpit. Tests on the lymph nodes for further strains of this existing cancer and other types of cancer have come back negative. Pretty much a good indication that the cancer was localised to the breast and hasnt spread. There is NO need for chemo and for me to shave my head in sympathy efforts/ability to form a right said fred tribute act.

She is to go back to the cancer specialists at the L&D on Jan 20th whereupon she starts her course of hormone therapy for 5 years. She is free to drive and do light housework from now. She is pretty much set now for radiotherapy in 6-8 week.

She's doing it lads - she's going to fucking smash it.

This sounds a lot like what my aunt is going in for next week, like almost down to the letter what they expect the procedure to be.  I can only hope it goes as well as it did for your mom.  Definitely good to hear it went so well.

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