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Fetching

First of all, why?

Coldcatz 
What cat dynamics were happening, here, that Henry and Winston were on the fridge and Francis wasn't? Were they trying to assert their dominance, or were they just making fun of the fact that Francis could never haul his girth to the top of the fridge even if there were a salmon-covered mouse encrusted in cat treats up there?

At any rate, want anything out of my freezer? Because this is what non-cat people fear happens at cat houses, isn't it?

Second, I have a few more names of people who wanted to sign up to exchange good deeds. If you don't know what I'm talking about, see Monday's post, two posts before this one. I wanted to pair people up so you'd be accountable and not just say, "I'll do it!" and then never do it. However, I have work to do, so if anyone else wants to sign up? Just do your good deed and report back to us when you do it. I am not pairing anymore. It's a pain in the arse.

Here are the new fabulous couples who will exchange good deeds:

KW in Atlanta/Fawn Amber

Lindy/Natalie

Sandy in TX/Here's hoping I don't forget to do my good deed…it might happen you know. This is why I need a partner!!!–Mom o' the Sweet Stuff

Yes, that is how she wrote her name. But I'm pretty certain it's Faithful Reader (and consumer of sugar) Sugar Mama.

And speaking of what a pain in the arse it was to match people, I was doing just that yesterday while Henry was playing with one of the magenta mice Faithful Reader Tanya sent him. He was tearing around, shaking it, batting it, and I'd throw it for him and he'd careen after it.

I was making my big list, pairing this person and that, cursing my idea, and I'd throw the toy again.

It took me about 15 minutes to notice Henry was fetching his mouse.

I have had 28,000 cats in my life. I always have at least one cat; even in the dorms I had a cat for awhile. And do you know I have always wanted a cat who would fetch?

In high school one morning, I opened my locker and THE.CUTEST. long-haired gray kitten came out. Some boys had found her on the way to school and knew I'd take her in. Which of course I did. Of course I immediately went home with that adorable thing and MY MOTHER SAID NO. She wouldn't let me keep her. Because we already HAD a cat. To which I say, "….?"

So I ended up giving that beautiful kitty to my boyfriend's sister, and do you know that cat not only grew up to be gorgeous, it also fetched poker chips? Every time I played with that cat I was mad I couldn't keep her.

And now, a mere 30 years later, I have a cat who fetches! Exciting.

And finally, Faithful Reader Tarva has emailed me with a request. Does anyone have any radish seeds out there? No, really. Her son is doing his science fair project. I found her some online, but of course if anyone has them for free, just leave a comment and I will hook you, your seeds, and Tarva right up.

I must go proof statistics again. Only 35 pages to go!! Woo!

47 thoughts on “Fetching”

  1. I meant to mention that I love pink flamingos! That cookie jar is the best. My husband would divorce me if I had one. He already thinks it’s weird that I have a random admirer who every so often leaves a lawn ornament for me. Always stylish of course.

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  2. I didn’t sign up, so I don’t have a partner, but I’m still determined to do a Random Act of Kindness in celebration of Christmas.
    I held the door open for some people today, and I tried to be super cheerful for my cashiers and bus drivers, so that’s a start.
    But I want to do something more significant. Like paying for the next person in line. Something like that.

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  3. I don’t think I’ve had a cat that would fetch. Oscar Snuggles, King of Tidewater now 15 does hunt and he has been known to bring his prey inside. Then we get to fetch. I must confess he did rescue us from a bat that got in our house. He woke us up going crazy running all over our bed and when I got up to see what was going on the bat had flown into the den. I got Hubby to fetch that one. 🙂

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  4. Buckeye / Sparkles you finally delurked????? I should have known it would be a cat story that would put you over the edge. Welcome to comment-land.
    And part of my RAOK is that I let a girl sing when my band performed Tuesday night. Because I remember always wishing that I could get up and sing with a band before I was actually in a band, but most bands are not willing to let an audience member mess with their stuff. That wasn’t a huge sacrifice for me, so I’ll try to do something else, but at least it’s a start.

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  5. Well, I tried to let a little old lady go ahead of me in the grocery store because she only had two items and I had a LOT.
    But as soon as she stepped in front of me, I saw that I was in the “20 items or less” line, which meant I was actually taking up her space to begin with.
    So I moved lines with my head hung in shame, and now I have to think of something else.
    Any ideas, Sandy from TX?

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  6. I’ve had a few cats in the past who have tired to fetch, but my current cat is a fetch MANIAC. He picks the weirdest times to decide he MUST play fetch and drive me crazy.
    BTW, hooking up people with seed sounds inappropriate. So, of course, I love it! Bwahahahaha!

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  7. I RAK’s today, old lady at the store, she wanted something off the top shelf, I’m 6’5″, so easy, asked if she needed any lightbulbs changed, she declined. Hi Sharon. Wasn’t Fletch Chevy Chase? And speaking of fetching, I was… the Cosmo and his sister Lucy love to fetch the cat that stalks them outside their window… “one day Alice”.

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  8. Okay, Kim, I have done my deeds! I held the door open for 5 random people today. All of whom were older than me/strangers.

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  9. I’m tardy to the party but I’m doing it anyway! Watch out good deeds….. Here I come!
    I’m claiming Kellie @lavidadulce since we are friends IRL and I do t see her paired yet….. The bad part is, she’s such a sweetie, I know she’s already 10 RAKs ahead of me and doesn’t even know she’s in on the exchange yet.
    Oh well!

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  10. Jeanne: Very nice choice on the RAK.
    I’m such a cynic that I assume that the cashier will keep the money and the RAK will never be carried out.
    I try to do a RAK every day. I always let gobs and gobs of cars go ahead of me whenever I take my son to school. I’m not really sure if it is a RAK, or just a passive aggressive way of annoying my teenage son!
    When at the grocery store I always let the person behind me go first if they have little fussy kids, or have just a few items to my full cart.
    But for this assignment I will do something bigger and better than usual.
    CHEERS FAWN AMBER!

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  11. Jeanne-love your RAK!
    KR-no that would so be me, because as I always say “no good deed goes unpunished” and I can provide you with many, many sad examples! 😦
    Hulk-and my old guy would have needed a price check.

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  12. Linda in Co, if you’re at a drive through, by the time you pay for yours, the person behind you will have already ordered. The cashier will know what they owe. You could ask for the total & then decide? I love doing that because you can drive away & be long gone before they leave. I love doing this especially for police officers!

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  13. KR~
    OMG, hilarious. That is EXACTLY the kind of thing that happens to me. Except that the old guy would have to write a check. And need a pen. And misplace his wallet.

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  14. I don’t have a partner, but June I thought of you yesterday at Super Wal-Mart. After standing in line FOREVER (Really? At Wal-Mart? At Christmas? Who knew?), I was just about to load up the conveyor belt when for some reason I looked behind me. I saw what appeared to be a grand-dad, pushing a stroller, with a kid asleep in it, with a jug of milk strategically balanced on the top. He was walking by, looking at all the full lanes, shaking his head & moving on. When I thought of Good Deed June. I had to yell “sir” a couple of times, but got his attention & told him to please go ahead of me. He was quite appreciative. As I was smiling smugly to myself (because, you know, pride comes before a fall), I saw the bottom of his stroller. CRAMMED FULL OF AS MUCH STUFF AS I HAD IN MY WHOLE CART. Sigh. It still counts, though, right?!

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  15. Jan,
    How does one go about paying for someone in line behind oneself when one doesn’t know what the other someone bought? Does one just leave money with the cashier and tell her/him that this should go toward the next person’s purchase? I really want to do this but just can’t wrap my head around the logistics. I also have this vision of telling someone I’ll pay for their purchase and having him/her order bagels for the entire office…

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  16. I’m so so happy that you say “arse” not “ass”. It’s the way it should be.
    Also, you may have your cat dynamics backwards since all of them like that hatch sill. I reckon Francis thought there was too much cat in his spot and made the other two skedaddle to safety 🙂

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  17. Great RAK Jeanne!
    Rhonda~ I did my first RAK today. I drove through Starbucks and after paying for my Peppermint Mocha (Thank You God for Peppermint Mocha’s) I paid for the women’s order in the car behind me.
    This whole RAK accountability thing is pretty great. I can’t wait to do my next RAK. What a great way to celebrate the season.
    And finally… “…and now, a mere 30 years later… I still have rage and bitterness toward my mother because she would not let me keep the gray haired, poker-chip fetching kitty…..” June, you crack me up. That is exactly the kind of thing I will remember to the day I die and bring up out of the blue to the person I am bitter toward.

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  18. My big cat Einstein (RIP) fetched. And my new baby Earl seems to fetch as well. Hee.
    Must come up with Good Deed… hopefully one will present itself to me a la Gas Station!

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  19. My very handsome Lester Buster (who looks a bit like Fran) is also a fetcher. He was so proud of himself that HE taught US to throw the toys he brought. Very clever little boy. In one month he and his brother Stanley will celebrate their 9th birthday(s).
    Big shout out and thanks a million to whoever posted about the thing on Oprah yesterday. I checked it out online. Here is the link to some fabulous charities to make donations: http://www.oprah.com/package/oprahshow/oprahshow/pkgregistry/20090925-tows-registry-girls-women

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  20. My very handsome Lester Buster (who looks a bit like Fran) is also a fetcher. He was so proud of himself that HE taught US to throw the toys he brought. Very clever little boy. In one month he and his brother Stanley will celebrate their 9th birthday(s).
    Big shout out and thanks a million to whoever posted about the thing on Oprah yesterday. I checked it out online. Here is the link to some fabulous charities to make donations: http://www.oprah.com/package/oprahshow/oprahshow/pkgregistry/20090925-tows-registry-girls-women

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  21. My very handsome Lester Buster (who looks a bit like Fran) is also a fetcher. He was so proud of himself that HE taught US to throw the toys he brought. Very clever little boy. In one month he and his brother Stanley will celebrate their 9th birthday(s).
    Big shout out and thanks a million to whoever posted about the thing on Oprah yesterday. I checked it out online. Here is the link to some fabulous charities to make donations: http://www.oprah.com/package/oprahshow/oprahshow/pkgregistry/20090925-tows-registry-girls-women

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  22. Jeanne, that good deed is a fabulous one, and a great Christmas present!!! I am still trying to find a worthy Good Deed to gift to you, but I promise I will make sure it’s that good.
    June, every Siamese/Siamese mix cat I have ever known fetches. Henry doesn’t look like he’s got any Siamese in him, so there goes my theory that it’s a Siamese trait that no other cats exhibit. But my Siamese mix Scarlet (yes, with just one T, it was after a book character and my mom and brother give me crap about it all the time) LOVES to fetch her toys and bring them to me. So cute.

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  23. My bff’s cat, Dennis, does something fetch-like, but different. She hides a particular toy somewhere in the room (same room) every day. The next morning when she comes into the room, Dennis has found the toy and left it in the middle of the floor for her to hide again. This has been going on forever.

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  24. My bff’s cat, Dennis, does something fetch-like, but different. She hides a particular toy somewhere in the room (same room) every day. The next morning when she comes into the room, Dennis has found the toy and left it in the middle of the floor for her to hide again. This has been going on forever.

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  25. My bff’s cat, Dennis, does something fetch-like, but different. She hides a particular toy somewhere in the room (same room) every day. The next morning when she comes into the room, Dennis has found the toy and left it in the middle of the floor for her to hide again. This has been going on forever.

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  26. I must interject to say that Tallulah was watching Henry and me fetch yet again today, and for the first time in her dog life, Tallulah fetched. Okay, so she fetched a magenta mouse. Still. I have always thrown things and she just runs around keeping whatever I threw away from me. And yes, I made her drop the mouse and it is hidden again.

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  27. I love the pink flamingo on top of your fridge! The cat my grandmother had when I was a child, Feather, used to fetch. She also let herself be vacuumed with a dust buster. That was one cool cat.
    My great-grandfather has a dog that chewed tobacco. Pappy (the dog) was a dreadful little Pekingnese that would “play the piano” for some chew. He was mean-spirited and only liked my great grandparents.

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  28. First, gotta say I love the flamingo cookie jar. (50’s original)?
    Next, I’ve always had animals of one species or another. Years ago I brought home a beautiful cream striped, blued eyed kitten from the barn where I boarded my horse. Her mother was feral, but I didn’t think that would effect, (affect?), the kitten.
    Even though she was brought up from a kitten in a house with a tame cat, she displayed signs of a hunter all the time.
    Her favorite item to fetch were Troll dolls. She would bring them back to you with the fuzzy hair sticking out of her mouth. By the end of the game the top of the doll was saturated with kitty spit.

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  29. well, dear june, there’s some more potential good news in your future …
    the first (of our current 4) cats, cooper never fetched. UNTIL we rescued our sweet gracie. one day while cleaning, i took one of her toys and chucked it out of the way. and down the hallway flew gracie, fetching that little toy and bringing it back. it didn’t take cooper long to wise-up and notice this new way of getting attention! so, maybe your other kitties will catch on, too.
    you never know, but one can always hope >^..^<

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  30. The Ex had a cat that would fetch darts. No, not the pointy, game darts. Like the rubber ones, that you shoot out of a toy gun? You’d shoot the dart across the room and the cat would take off, grab it, and bring it back. Actually, that cat was not a bad cat. For being a cat.
    To Kellyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~
    Last night after 3rd-grade girls basketball practice, the mother of one of my girls had not shown up to get her daughter. So Hulkette and I waited in the gym with her until her mom got there. This is not my good deed; this will be Hulkette’s good deed. Mine is coming…
    And Furry…actually I thought Myshkin was named after the Russian goalie who gave up Mike Eruzione’s goal in the 1980 Olympics. But I can’t snicker as I too wake up with balls in my hand every day.

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  31. Great RAK, Jeanne!
    Terraplane and I once lived with a Maine Coon named Myshkin (from the prince in Dostoyevsky’s, “The Idiot”) who loved to fetch. We used those small Nerf golf balls. She was very insistent and would want to play the minute she awakened. I used to wake up every morning with balls in my hands.
    Quit snickering, Hulk.

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  32. Great RAK, Jeanne!
    Terraplane and I once lived with a Maine Coon named Myshkin (from the prince in Dostoyevsky’s, “The Idiot”) who loved to fetch. We used those small Nerf golf balls. She was very insistent and would want to play the minute she awakened. I used to wake up every morning with balls in my hands.
    Quit snickering, Hulk.

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  33. Great RAK, Jeanne!
    Terraplane and I once lived with a Maine Coon named Myshkin (from the prince in Dostoyevsky’s, “The Idiot”) who loved to fetch. We used those small Nerf golf balls. She was very insistent and would want to play the minute she awakened. I used to wake up every morning with balls in my hands.
    Quit snickering, Hulk.

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  34. Okay my good deed to The Other Erin from Jeanne. Today when I went to the gas station to purchase gas I noticed that there was a very stressed young mom out with 3 little ones in a older minivan pumping gas. When I went in to pay for my gas I asked the attendent if she had paid at the pump and he said no, so I gave him $15 to go towards her gas and asked him to tell her Merry Christmas. Hopefully this is an acceptable good deed.

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  35. KW and me. Right on.
    I still think this whole idea is fabulous, in spite of the logistics nightmare into which it turned. But kinda, by proxy? June is doing like 100 good deeds just by starting this thing. So props to you. 🙂

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  36. Two of my cats fetched/fetch. Oregano, RIP, and Simon, currently. Simon even initiates the game by dropping a toy at my feet and then looking at me expectantly. And cross-eyedly.

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  37. Two of my cats fetched/fetch. Oregano, RIP, and Simon, currently. Simon even initiates the game by dropping a toy at my feet and then looking at me expectantly. And cross-eyedly.

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  38. Two of my cats fetched/fetch. Oregano, RIP, and Simon, currently. Simon even initiates the game by dropping a toy at my feet and then looking at me expectantly. And cross-eyedly.

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