<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:54:11.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Galen, Zelda Io and Pippin discuss issues and events that happen, and are important to animal lives. This panel represents feline interests, and is open to observations from other species. If emailed, we will post opinions (edited for cleanliness and/or propriety).
Previous posts includes information from Nox (a black cat), Duncan (a Scottish Terrier) and Horace (a Betta), who have gone ahead to the Rainbow Bridge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-112812704850760889</id><published>2005-09-30T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:37:28.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hullo, my nam is Pip. I am reelly glad Mom brot me here to live. Zelda and I hav so much fun playin and runnin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/112812704850760889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/112812704850760889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112812704850760889' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-110154592260296538</id><published>2004-11-27T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T03:58:42.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it has been quite a year here at the homeplace.  The kittens have grown into teencats, and are really annoying.  At least, Zelda is annoying. She only wants to eat, when I eat. She only wants to play, when I want to sleep. She has attack my tail every time it twitches.  Seriously, she has absolutely No DECORUM.  It was my hope, after a year of tutelage, she would gain some pride in her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/110154592260296538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/110154592260296538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110154592260296538' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-107738577878556504</id><published>2004-02-21T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:52:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, I am Io.  I used to live with other peepel, and they had too dogs and a cat that hated me. I am much happier here, but the other peepel were nice too.  The lady I live with is nice and she sais she is my mom, but I worry, becaws the other lady said she was my mom too. I am 8 months old. I like playing with Zelda, but she is very fast. She is better at "chase", but I am better at "wrestle".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107738577878556504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107738577878556504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738577878556504' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-107591763804804100</id><published>2004-02-21T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:52:35.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helo.  I am Zelda, and I am new to the howse. I LUV playing and running and running and playing! Nox was a nice cat and gave me gud baths. Galen plays better, but he dosent play a long time. I hav a friend named Io that plays gud, so that is ok. She dosent run and run and run like me, but she plays real gud. Mom is pretty gud to me. She likes it when I climb on her sholder and help her paint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107591763804804100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107591763804804100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591763804804100' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-107738423192723610</id><published>2004-02-21T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:26:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On September 19, 2003, Nox went the Rainbow Bridge. His diabetes had become difficult to regulate, because other problems had appeared.  He became miserable, and very ill. This is his story, the quotations are from his original posting. He is greatly missed."I am Nox. I turned 11years old on Thursday. I am a black/blue domestic shorthair and diabetic. My mombean's weird exroommate said I was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107738423192723610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107738423192723610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738423192723610' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-107738292409028481</id><published>2004-02-21T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:04:44.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There have been many changes in our household over the last year.  Duncan and Nox have both gone to the bridge, as have both Betta fish.  I am the only original family member left to tell the tales of this home.  Two more have come to live here though, and their thoughts, although young, should be interesting as well.Mom brought a grey kitten into the house around August.  Some time later, Nox </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107738292409028481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/107738292409028481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738292409028481' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-92908267</id><published>2003-04-19T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T20:52:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, our bean has been incredibly busy for many months. Today, we do not have good news on our return to Blog. Duncan has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, and this is his story. Part of it was published originally last summer, before we knew he was sick."My name is Duncan. I am almost 10 years old, and I am Scottish Terrier, although those cats don't recognize breeding when they see it! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/92908267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/92908267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92908267' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-80797140</id><published>2002-08-27T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T19:08:56.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, we say goodbye to Horace, the betta v1.1. He shared our home for 14 months, and was a beautiful, graceful, colorful member of our family.  He had a couple of posts here, and provided a needed facet for our forum. The cause of his passing is inconclusive and will probably never be known. He died early Monday morning.Goodbye Horace,Galen, Nox and Duncan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/80797140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/80797140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80797140' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-80045750</id><published>2002-08-09T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T18:49:24.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the interest of helping out those who need it, I have copied this email from one of my favorite sites. Normally, we do NOT post from beans, but are making an exception in this case.  They are located in Campbell, CA, but there is something called IMOM express that can get these kittens to almost anywhere in the US or Canada.Cat Lovers, Do you know anyone who would like to add a kitten to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/80045750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/80045750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80045750' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-80044601</id><published>2002-08-09T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T18:11:06.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bean Tip #3: Getting appropriate attention by insistent meowing and pawing. When your bean is on the computer, (and has been for quite long enough!) it is very effective to place both paws on her leg, and then bat at her arm as it moves and types. remember to meow constantly, allowing your voice to get weaker and weaker thereby evoking the sympathy hormone.  She was on that computer forever! I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/80044601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/80044601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80044601' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79931566</id><published>2002-08-07T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T06:55:01.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is about to start.It is almost the end of the summer, and Mom will be going back to school. When she does that, she spends a lot of time away from home, and we get really bored. So things here might get sparse, as far as entries might go, because not much will be happening. Nox</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79931566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79931566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79931566' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79667244</id><published>2002-07-31T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T21:59:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More email from our readers:Dear Duncan, Ha! Mom is at work and I have a chance to use the computer until she returns. I am Penny and my bean is Suzy. She told me that sometimes you like to get tips about training beans, and I thought I would give my thoughts about proper bean training. Bean tip #3: to keep the clutter of socks and other clothing off of the floor, consistently chew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79667244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79667244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79667244' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79666702</id><published>2002-07-31T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T21:37:13.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have discovered the most wonderful thing....TELEVISION! It is this BOX, that makes noise, and it has people and animals in it. I looked around the back of it, and the side of it, but there wasn't anyone there, so they must be inside. I like the ones that laugh a lot and have lots of female beans in it. I like the high pitched voices. There were some other people on there too, but I didn't like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79666702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79666702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79666702' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79537258</id><published>2002-07-29T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T01:46:14.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom has spent a lot of time resting today. I know she is sick, but I kind of like it when she is sick, because then she spends more time with me. I worked hard the WHOLE day, keeping her spot warm in bed. Every time she got up, I jumped right in there to keep it warm. (No, Galen, it did NOT have anything to do with the nice sunlight coming in the window! I was trying to be helpful!) I mean, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79537258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79537258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79537258' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79536982</id><published>2002-07-29T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T01:37:50.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's sick, the bean is, and life around here generally gets pretty laid back when that happens. She is a bit of a hypochondriac, if you want the truth, but you didn't hear that from me. About twice a year since I have been here, she gets this coughing thing, that makes her lose sleep, miss work, and generally, lay around all the time. Now, I used to live with other beans, and when they were sick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79536982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79536982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79536982' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79473093</id><published>2002-07-27T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T13:23:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have received our first feedback from the masses, and, as promised, will post when possible.Dear Galen, although I feel it is beneath me to even correspond, let alone associate, with inferiors (any being that is not me), I feel I must communicate with you.  I strongly, no urgently, implore-DON'T LET YOUR BEAN BRING IN OTHER LIFEFORMS!  (even if they are the same species!)Although I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79473093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79473093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79473093' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79421936</id><published>2002-07-25T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T23:53:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tell you what, you swim around the same bowl a few thousand times, and you think it would be boring. I am here to tell you that boring it isn't!  We've had company this week. First, a cat and a bean showed up, then the bean left, and came back with ANOTHER cat. Well, let me tell you, the INN was full Wednesday night! Now, I see a lot from here. {I have a good view of most of the house (mirrors</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79421936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79421936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79421936' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79302411</id><published>2002-07-23T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T19:45:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Transcript from Monday, when we got a visitor for a few days.Miracle(visitor cat): "I think my mombean is leaving..."Nox: hmm, that lady forgot her cat. He seems nice enough, so long as he stays away from my food, and keeps to himself."Yeah, {sniff} how ya doing buddy?"Miracle: "I'm okay, not sure why my mom is leaving me, your mom seems nice....how is the food in this place?"Galen: {</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79302411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79302411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79302411' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79301579</id><published>2002-07-23T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T19:40:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is another cat here! As if the two that live here aren't enough! This lady brought in this cat yesterday (he seems really nice although I haven't been able to perform a full inspection) and Mom put him in the spare room. I can't believe she wouldn't let me in to inspect the newcomer. How am I supposed to do my job, if she won't let me check out those incoming? I told her OVER and OVER that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79301579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79301579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79301579' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79253940</id><published>2002-07-22T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T09:38:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     I have diabetes. That's what the vetbean told the mombean in November. It makes me feel bad some days, and I get tired a lot. For a long time, Mom didn't know the best way to take care of me. Neither did the vet. The first vet even told her stuff that wasn't quite right. Like, the first vet said, "Hometesting isn't accurate, and you can't do it." But that isn't true.     Mom changed my diet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79253940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79253940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79253940' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79245943</id><published>2002-07-22T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T02:20:11.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have invited other animals to share their thoughts with us. If you email us, we will post your thoughts and tips for training Beans, dealing with the strange things they do, and surviving those vet visits. Don't be shy, you too, can help improve the lives of other animals everywhere!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79245943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79245943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79245943' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79232996</id><published>2002-07-21T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T19:39:17.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew, getting all the fonts and everything to be the right color was a lot of work! Especially when you only see in shades of brown! I think we finally have it right, and we look forward to sharing our observations with you! That is all for today, but we hope to post again soon! (Whenever we can get Mom away from the computer.....we have plans...many plans.....) G,N,D &amp; H.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79232996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79232996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79232996' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79227066</id><published>2002-07-21T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T18:32:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Horace. I am a Betta (Japanese fighting fish). I used to live in a little separation in a small aquarium, but the bean took me home to my own 2.5 gallon tank, and life is good. There are some rocks and grasses and I swim around and that is pretty good. I have been here about a year now. I don't have a lot to say, but I do get to observe a lot of the happenings around here. The best thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79227066' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79226991</id><published>2002-07-21T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T15:56:49.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is Duncan. I am almost 10 years old, and I am  Scottish Terrier, although those cats don't recognize breeding when they see it!  About 5 and a half years ago, this lady came to the place I was staying and talked real nice to me, and took me home. I was so happy to see her! Of course, I am happy to see anybody because beans are GREAT! I used to live with a lady but she gave me away when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79226991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79226991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79226991' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79226554</id><published>2002-07-21T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T15:41:04.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Nox. I turned 11years old on Thursday. I am a black/blue domestic shorthair and diabetic. My mombean's weird exroommate said I was a duke in a former life. I think that statement speaks for itself on so many levels. All cats know they are royalty in this life or whatever life (we have 9 you know), that is why we act the way we do. Lately, life has been a bit rough for me. We found out that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79226554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79226554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79226554' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79225388</id><published>2002-07-21T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T14:59:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, I am Galen, a 13 year old, black/brown domestic shorthair. That is a fancy way of saying barncat. When I was a kitten, life was pretty hard. My mom gave birth to me and my littermates on a concrete slab in the sun and then she was hit by a car. By the time the beans that lived there found us, I was only one still alive. I was sunburnt, and some of my fur fell out.  Luckily the beans that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79225388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79225388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79225388' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3652049.post-79224473</id><published>2002-07-21T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T21:05:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello from the panel! Galen (feline), Nox (feline), Duncan (canine) and Horace (aquatic) are our names, and we would like to take an opportunity to use this forum to let the world know how things look from our view. VERY important AUCTION at IMOM! Help out other beans with sick pets!!!!More soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79224473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3652049/posts/default/79224473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalthoughts.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79224473' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905838415726381791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
