The Voyeur should consider himself lucky if he survives the week. I do not pretend that my furniture is anything special, but he's doing quite a number on it. This is a battle of wills between me and a creature who does not contribute financially to the household. I marvel at the patience shown by you veteran cat co-habitators.
The historian John Hope Franklin has died, after nearly a century of making the field look easy. Plenty of obituaries and rememberences have already been recorded, and I'm sure that the OAH and AHA will get their in (and plenty of follow-ups) over the weeks, months and years to come. (Historians are not always prompt.) What impressed and impresses me most about Franklin is his willingness, nay, enthusiasm, t be a teacher and to give his students every possible assistance. The ivory tower pays lip service to the importance of good teaching, of being a mentor, of genuinely cultivating the next generation, but the true investment is not often made. Franklin invested and, unlike AIG, his dividends will only increase in value.
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I've always heard that cat owners are demented. I think it's very odd when people come over to my house and try to stop my cats--who live here--from clawing the furniture. It strikes me as a very presumptuous thing to do.
I R demented (times 3) and wouldn't have it any other way!
Cats know when you don't like them and they do everything possible to make your life hell.
Try some ignoring of this cat, or perhaps the best thing would be to throw him outside and leave him there.
Why suffer someone else's cat?
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