tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post794385051668564690..comments2023-10-31T11:37:50.028-04:00Comments on on life & other inconveniences: Interpreting SilenceSandra Ruttanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-33651325813855139842008-01-15T23:47:00.000-05:002008-01-15T23:47:00.000-05:00Spyscribbler, yeah. It's always scary. Actually,...Spyscribbler, yeah. It's always scary. Actually, when they were little, the kittens used to like to go inside the fridge. That always freaked me out.<BR/><BR/>AA, good luck with that.Sandra Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-82760903854621477232008-01-15T22:44:00.000-05:002008-01-15T22:44:00.000-05:00Umm, I just read that 3 times and the only thing I...Umm, I just read that 3 times and the only thing Im convinced of is that I need to lay off the meth.Smerdyakovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10072423297015047346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-2865190033517745372008-01-15T20:47:00.000-05:002008-01-15T20:47:00.000-05:00Ohmigosh! Poor Rebus! I've done that before, by ac...Ohmigosh! Poor Rebus! I've done that before, by accident, overnight or something. Sometimes they crawl in a cupboard when I'm not looking! It's only open for a second, sheesh! They do love to crawl in dark places, don't they?<BR/><BR/>I once had that feeling and didn't act on it, thought I was crazy. Never, ever again. I've had a hard time forgiving myself for that one.Spy Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14299551957327543491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-86696198849596694292008-01-15T14:16:00.000-05:002008-01-15T14:16:00.000-05:00Vincent, yeah, good observation. Sometimes not kn...Vincent, yeah, good observation. Sometimes not knowing can drive you nuts. I'd rather have someone say, "I don't want to deal with you anymore and here's why" than to play some sort of passive aggressive game.<BR/><BR/>James, geesh! NO RUSH! You're Mr. Consistency when it comes to that stuff. But the in box is getting pretty empty, actually.<BR/><BR/>And I'm relieved Rebus is okay. But like I said, if it had been Russel, I might not have noticed because she loves to hide and run away from people. I can go whole days without seeing her. Only the lack of Rebus demanding attention really prompted me to go looking for him.<BR/><BR/>Squeaky wheels.Sandra Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-69824003008962852602008-01-15T13:56:00.000-05:002008-01-15T13:56:00.000-05:00I always worry when someone posts something like t...I always worry when someone posts something like this that I'm the one being unresponsive.<BR/><BR/>Not this time, though. I'll get those last three back to you soon enough, Sandra;}#<BR/><BR/>I've lost the DevilDog a couple of times, but never in the house. He usually needs a few thousand acres to get lost in. I guess cats are more resourceful that way. Glad you found Rebus all right.JamesOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09332376784689207703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-64234011362484190372008-01-15T13:42:00.000-05:002008-01-15T13:42:00.000-05:00Don't worry, I know how many things you have on yo...Don't worry, I know how many things you have on your plate, so I always assume you'll get back to me when you get the chance.<BR/><BR/>That's a whole different kettle of fish to when you don't hear anything back and you don't know why. I think I've written about my own experiences of that enough, suffice to say that unless you have something else to focus on, it can lead to endless, invidious thoughts.<BR/><BR/>It's a different order of magnitude, but I suppose it's similar to missing persons, when the family doesn't know if they're dead or alive. In the end, when hope's run dry, they just want closure - the not knowing becoming as torturous as the loss.Vincent Holland-Keenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13620266525944160618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-47698984396550494902008-01-15T12:03:00.000-05:002008-01-15T12:03:00.000-05:00So, Ian Rankin is in the closet?Yeah, someone's go...So, Ian Rankin is in the closet?<BR/><BR/>Yeah, someone's going to give me grief for that!Sandra Ruttanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109584805469336742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-44411070141314641302008-01-15T11:59:00.000-05:002008-01-15T11:59:00.000-05:00I can't help but picture your favorite British mys...I can't help but picture your favorite British mystery writers hiding in your closets and scarfing down the tuna. Maybe cause I never had a cat.pattinase (abbott)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02916037185235335846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-37757913047040941262008-01-15T10:37:00.000-05:002008-01-15T10:37:00.000-05:00After being fed tuna and salmon all night long Reb...After being fed tuna and salmon all night long Rebus is probably going to be lurking around the closet doors, trying to get trapped again, thinking he's got get some more of them goodies.<BR/><BR/>Glad he's okay.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18499463.post-9026094822942137872008-01-15T10:21:00.000-05:002008-01-15T10:21:00.000-05:00I'm glad Rebus is okay! That particular brand of ...I'm glad Rebus is okay! That particular brand of silence may be the scariest thing around...Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06286520897538327919noreply@blogger.com