Over the course of a lengthy life Carmel had five cats. She had only one at a time, and each lived for a reasonable number of years, except for Tallulah who had died young from cancer.
Now it was Carmel’s turn to pass away. The specialists had given their prognosis. It gave Carmel a little time to prepare. “I do hope,” said Carmel, “that they allow cats in Heaven and I shall have the joy of once again seeing my sweet five.”
They were almost her last words on earth. They were certainly her first words after death. She told the man rowing the boat across the River Styx, “I do hope that they allow cats in Heaven and I shall have the joy of once again seeing my sweet five.”
“You’ll be lucky,” said the man rowing the boat.
Carmel wasn’t sure how to interpret the man’s statement. Did it mean a yes or a no? That is why she repeated to the nice man at the Pearly Gates, “I do hope that they allow cats in Heaven and I shall have the joy of once again seeing my sweet five.”
“Only one cat per person is allowed,” said the man at the gate.
Carmel returned to the man in the row boat. “Take me to the other place,” she said.
Lovely. Heavan = China
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LOL! I could think of alternatives!
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I always spell Heavan wrong. That should tell you where I’m going. CAT HEAVEN yay!
Two days ago, my kids and I were walking past a home which had this gorgeous qrey cat scaling the fence and was just asking to be pat. So I pat it, then my son. I thought this is idealic, right now. My daughter went to pat it and the cat reacted to her cautiousness and my daughter flinched and elbowed me in the head and broke my sunglasses which I had just recently fixed. I nearly cried. Idealic…
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OMG – your sunglasses have only 7 lives left.
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I reckon about 4 based on the latest incident. My daughter was so ashamed of what happened. Poor thing. I felt bad. That’s what happens when kids grow up without pets.
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It’s sometimes these little things of our childhood that we remember.
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In a way it’s a nutshell of life that incident.
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Lovely!
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Thanks!
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How many dogs do they allow in the other place?
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I’ve heard of the poem “The Hound of Heaven” but I’m not sure if it’s only Rottweilers that are allowed into the other place.
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That could be.
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Carmel wasn’t feline good.
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She was perhaps a tiger for punishment.
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I’ve just googled the expression “a tiger for punishment” and am not sure if it’s used in your neck of the woods. In case you don’t have it, it just means “a glutton for punishment”.
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I’ve never heard of that…I have heard of “a glutton for punishment”
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Smiling……
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So, there’s red tape everywhere, it seems, with associated bureaucrats dreaming up cruel and illogical rules and regulations.
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I believe you’re right Yvonne. “Right” in the sense of “correct”.
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You’re dead right. By which I mean you are spot on!
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Ah, that could be me! A devoted cat person.
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I thought of you when I wrote it! – although you’re not yet old!
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Says you!
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I always imagined the River Styx to be somewhat darker and more intimidating than the picture you used.
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When I lived in Christchurch (New Zealand) the river was called the Styx. It was more of a little creek that went through a culvert under the road!
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