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	<title>Comments on: Disappointment and Tension</title>
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		<title>by: Shiggy</title>
		<link>https://pagentsprogress.com/?p=394#comment-1454</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 13:47:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>My cat came with the wife nine years ago, so I didn't have much say in the matter. 

The cat is sufficiently nice to our kids (i.e. when my daughter was a little bit younger and would want to lay lengthwise on top of him, the cat would be ok like that for a couple of minutes at a time). But to us, he's angry and ... uh ... catty, and honestly I have more than once considered opening the door and letting him leave. Said cat is 14 years old and presumably has a few more years in him but I don't think I can take him leaving us presents in the living room on a semi-weekly basis for much longer, even when his litterbox is totally fresh. 

A few months ago our veterinarian gave us Valium to feed to the cat. Once per day. Honestly, it just makes him unable to walk. It's cute for a little while but when it wears off he just poops in our living room again.

Anyone want a grey persian cat?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My cat came with the wife nine years ago, so I didn&#8217;t have much say in the matter. </p>
<p>The cat is sufficiently nice to our kids (i.e. when my daughter was a little bit younger and would want to lay lengthwise on top of him, the cat would be ok like that for a couple of minutes at a time). But to us, he&#8217;s angry and &#8230; uh &#8230; catty, and honestly I have more than once considered opening the door and letting him leave. Said cat is 14 years old and presumably has a few more years in him but I don&#8217;t think I can take him leaving us presents in the living room on a semi-weekly basis for much longer, even when his litterbox is totally fresh. </p>
<p>A few months ago our veterinarian gave us Valium to feed to the cat. Once per day. Honestly, it just makes him unable to walk. It&#8217;s cute for a little while but when it wears off he just poops in our living room again.</p>
<p>Anyone want a grey persian cat?
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		<title>by: Betsy</title>
		<link>https://pagentsprogress.com/?p=394#comment-1434</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 22:20:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Earlier this year, my kids were both pestering me non-stop about wanting a dog.  Didn't matter that we rent, and aren't allowed to have pets.  Didn't matter that I can't get them to help around the house, and was dubious that they'd actually care for the dog (I really didn't need to have 'care for dog' added to my to-do list.)  Didn't matter that no one was home all day long.  They had answers for everything; and pleas that never, ever stopped.

Thankfully, my ex got a dog.  Now, the kids extract money *from me* to buy gifts to lavish on the dog.  Do I indulge them?  Uh, yeah - while I may have put my foot down consistently re. NO DOG, I still feel guilt for stomping on their poor little hearts.  So the organic dog bones from the bulk food bin go into the grocery cart at New Seasons, for example...

I don't have enough guilt, though,  to concede to the latest pet demand:  a gerbil.  

And I do empathize with your desire to get a dog...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Earlier this year, my kids were both pestering me non-stop about wanting a dog.  Didn&#8217;t matter that we rent, and aren&#8217;t allowed to have pets.  Didn&#8217;t matter that I can&#8217;t get them to help around the house, and was dubious that they&#8217;d actually care for the dog (I really didn&#8217;t need to have &#8216;care for dog&#8217; added to my to-do list.)  Didn&#8217;t matter that no one was home all day long.  They had answers for everything; and pleas that never, ever stopped.</p>
<p>Thankfully, my ex got a dog.  Now, the kids extract money *from me* to buy gifts to lavish on the dog.  Do I indulge them?  Uh, yeah - while I may have put my foot down consistently re. NO DOG, I still feel guilt for stomping on their poor little hearts.  So the organic dog bones from the bulk food bin go into the grocery cart at New Seasons, for example&#8230;</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t have enough guilt, though,  to concede to the latest pet demand:  a gerbil.  </p>
<p>And I do empathize with your desire to get a dog&#8230;
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