tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post115307305066517169..comments2024-01-17T18:26:38.217-06:00Comments on Redneck Diva: Meowing off into the sunsetRedneck Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153249593129130712006-07-18T14:06:00.000-05:002006-07-18T14:06:00.000-05:00Cap'n N's Mom, when I told Mom and Tater your froz...<B>Cap'n N's Mom</B>, when I told Mom and Tater your frozen cat story last night they both stopped chewing their food. Finally Mom said that really, you were about the only person she knew of that could get away with something like that and make it hilarious. <BR/><BR/>Oh and when I started telling the story Tater said, "Yes! I remember her talking about It Bit Prit Kit!" That cat was a legend.<BR/><BR/><B>Melessa</B>, boy girls at this age take everything to heart, don't they? <BR/><BR/>Oh yeah...we now have Joyces 1 through 6. Yay. <BR/><BR/><B>Stacie</B>, crying over poor little Joyce brought back memories of our beloved Belle and Paul and I had a little moment of silence for her as well. Man, we loved that dog. <BR/><BR/>Abby told me yesterday, "Ya know, Mom...I was sad when Joyce died, but if anything ever happens to Jake....it's gonna be really bad." Boy howdy, she ain't kiddin'. We are so attached to him....I can't stand to think about it. <BR/><BR/><B>Jen</B>, NO.<BR/><BR/><B>Shannon</B>, I know where to get some more, too. Our barn. Joyces 1 through 6 reside there now. Yay. <BR/><BR/><B>Cazzie!!!</B>, wow, you were a regular Junior Doolittle when you were a kid! At one point growing up we had 23 cats. We're at half that now and if ever get even <I>close</I> to that, Mr. Diva will divorce me, I'm pretty sure. <BR/><BR/><B>Hillbilly Mom</B>, ohhhhhhhhpoor baby! It's so hard for them to deal with a loss like that. How precious that he didn't want him to have dirt in his fur. I could just cry. <BR/><BR/>Yeah, well, kind of fortunately, Jake (or whoever the grave robber was) took the cat, the plastic bag and ran for the hills. We haven't found any evidence of her. I'm so thankful for that. <BR/><BR/><B>MamaKBear</B>, this was our first "real" burial. Usually they just "disappear" or "run off" and in truth, Mr. Diva just throws 'em out in the back acre. Ah, country life. I'm glad she died in July and not January - I don't have any extra freezer space!<BR/><BR/><B>Cissy</B>, my Mr. Diva likes to be all tough, but when it comes to his kids he's a bit mushy. I like that about him.<BR/><BR/><B>Real Kidd</B>, he really is a great guy. I am blessed. Well, when I'm not wanting to strangle him I'm blessed... :)Redneck Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153241118831629242006-07-18T11:45:00.000-05:002006-07-18T11:45:00.000-05:00I am so sorry for the loss of Joyce. I grew up wi...I am so sorry for the loss of Joyce. I grew up with animals and I know how hard it can be to learn the lesson of life and death. I thought I was going to cry though when you said that Mr. Diva had already buried Joyce and gave her a little wooden cross and all. What a great guy.GERBENhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02287735475277628279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153189574640230362006-07-17T21:26:00.000-05:002006-07-17T21:26:00.000-05:00My mom wasn't keen on pets, so we only had one whe...My mom wasn't keen on pets, so we only had one when we were growing up, and fortunately he didn't go to doggie heaven until I was much older. But we've had the requisite pet funerals for our children's pets. It's tough. Mr. Diva's a real softy inside.Carmelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03530338980142634057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153187178919252122006-07-17T20:46:00.000-05:002006-07-17T20:46:00.000-05:00Capn's Mom, don't feel bad...the cat I literally g...Capn's Mom, don't feel bad...the cat I literally grew up with (from age 1 to 17) died in the winter while the ground was frozen solid, so we couldn't bury her right away...my Daddy wrapped her up in a plastic bag and she stayed in the freezer 'til the ground thawed enough to give her a proper burial.<BR/><BR/>Diva, my condolences to the kiddos on their loss of dear Joyce! Poor kitty...MamaKBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15738734156034934492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153184184826809752006-07-17T19:56:00.000-05:002006-07-17T19:56:00.000-05:00We had a kitten, Gizmo, who died after he fell int...We had a kitten, Gizmo, who died after he fell into the green Hillbilly Fish Pond water. I think he must have gotten a deadly bacterial infection or something.<BR/><BR/>Anyhoo...my son was 9, and reached into Gizmo's little box in the garage to pet him one morning. He said, "Mom, I think you need to look at him." Gizmo was deader than a doornail. He was still warm, but his eyes had that glassy dead look. The boy tried not to cry all the way to school. When we got home, he said, "Mom, go see if he's still in the box." Yep. Exactly the same, only not warm. HH had to bury him. The boy wouldn't watch. He said, "Please wrap him in his blanket, Dad. I don't want him to have dirt in his fur." HH did the deed, and the boy went out alone to "say a few words."<BR/><BR/>One of the teachers at school said, "I had to bury our kitten 5 TIMES because the damn dog kept digging it up." Thank the Gummi Mary we didn't have that problem!Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153161315222125702006-07-17T13:35:00.000-05:002006-07-17T13:35:00.000-05:00Oh, and forgot to say we have funerals for all of ...Oh, and forgot to say we have funerals for all of our pets. One of the backyards of my parents many houses has a dog (Ginger, that we had for like 16 yrs), my rabbit Snoopy, and grandma's bird buried in it.<BR/>We had funerals for our Basset and Alyssa's golden retriever.<BR/>We have goldfish buried all over, and my brother's chinchilla is buried out behind his house he used to live in.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05065628316554507450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153121806417117342006-07-17T02:36:00.000-05:002006-07-17T02:36:00.000-05:00Awwww, well, all the Joyces in the World hey....I ...Awwww, well, all the Joyces in the World hey....I had all pets imaginable as a kid, living on a farmlett and all that. We had an aviary with rabbits, guniea pigs and quails at the bottom of it,...then finches, canarys and sometimes a budgie or two. We had a Bell Bird, kinda Rosella or something that my sister let go. We had ducks, until they shat on the back verandah and mum got dad to take them to my nan's place up the bush. We had a lamb, she played soccer with me and my dog...until she got feisty and head butted everyone and mum sent her to nan's again....roast lamb, yumm!! <BR/> I had me a horse, named Mabel, but that was the worst thing ever when she was put down...I reacted like your daughter did with the cat..but, at least her cat got a funeral, my horse was taken away :( Now I know where she would have ended up :(Cazzie!!!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13856029137337148466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153099081618728212006-07-16T20:18:00.000-05:002006-07-16T20:18:00.000-05:00OOOWW sorry about the kitty! I know where you can ...OOOWW sorry about the kitty! I know where you can get more. :)<BR/><BR/>It is hard for kids to lose a pet. We lost our Basset Hound puppy that we only had for about 3 mos. (a couple of years ago)..It is very hard.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05065628316554507450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153094995727072612006-07-16T19:09:00.000-05:002006-07-16T19:09:00.000-05:00Poor Abby! When I told dh what happened in hush to...Poor Abby! When I told dh what happened in hush tones and what I thought was code, dd piped up in the back seat - OH NO NOT JOYCE!!! She cried too and said prayers... I know Wendy has more kittens if you want another?Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06117529956873611913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153089024797774322006-07-16T17:30:00.000-05:002006-07-16T17:30:00.000-05:00Poor It Bit Prit Kit, stuck in the freezer like so...Poor It Bit Prit Kit, stuck in the freezer like some hacked off limb in a serial killer's home.<BR/>Diva, I'm so sorry about Joyce (love the name, btw). When my Dottie died, I couldn't even stay long enough for her complete funeral. No words, songs, or scriptures. Just lots of tears. Even Mike cried.<BR/>Now I think I need to go russle me up some Kleenex.Staciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153081938197196962006-07-16T15:32:00.000-05:002006-07-16T15:32:00.000-05:00We had some good animal funeral in town too. I tea...We had some good animal funeral in town too. I teared up reading this feeling sad for Abby. I am thinking she's around the same age as my oldest DD and, from what you've described, very similar in personality and I know how hard she would take a similar loss here.<BR/>I hope she does wind up with a Joyce 2 or 3.Melessa Gregghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13389345997489197531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1153078901392983082006-07-16T14:41:00.000-05:002006-07-16T14:41:00.000-05:00When Itty Bitty Pretty Kitty died a few years ago,...When Itty Bitty Pretty Kitty died a few years ago, we didn't have time to give him a proper burial. My sweet Hubby wrapped him in his favorite blanket, put him in a plastic bag, and put him in the freezer of the old refrigerator in our garage. This was June. He finally got around to burying him sometime in October but not before the story got out. I wonder who could have "let the cat out of the bag". Moi? Anyway, a couple of years later my niece got married in our outback and yes she said her vows right over Itty Bitty's grave. We didn't mention it until later. We had lots of people there and didn't want to get the kids worked up. Maybe its a girl thing but I remember burying things just for the funeral and the songs too.<BR/><BR/>Cap'n's MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com