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Discussion | Christian News | Chaplain's Office => Introductions => Topic started by: guest55 on February 05, 2019, 07:57:51 pm
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I was sitting in the kitchen the other night, when I heard a clatter on the back porch. I opened the door and there, with its nose buried in the cat dish, was a small opossum. He looked up at me somewhat startled-not that you can really startle an opossum-and then he ambled across the porch and clambered down the stairs into the night. He ambled as opposed to shuffled, because opossums usually shuffle wherever they go, but when they are frightened they break briefly into ambles.
This opossum was one of five that had first visited the kitty larder last summer on its mother's back. She had stumbled on a goldmine: a magical dish that was almost always full of food. I assumed that she must have made some kind of deal with the cat because she visited quite often and the cat never seemed to object. It could have been that the cat thought that food from a can was more convenient than food in a hide, especially a hide equipped with teeth. Cats aren't stupid. Why go after a meal that bites back? Anyway, now the whole family comes one at a time to visit the cat dish. Clambering up the steps, shuffling along the porch with that mouth-half-open-drooling look to the cat dish, to enjoy their repast.
I've been studying on them and wondering if they are as dumb as they look. Judging by their membership in the local road kill club I'd have to guess their IQ is somewhat wanting. About the only thing I knew about opossums was that they played dead if they got scared. This has led to an unfair characterization that the opossum is a coward. Well, let me tell you what I discovered. It is not easy to get an opossum to play dead. Growing up I always assumed that if you walked up to one-which is something you can do on account of their lethargic nature-and yelled BOO! They would conveniently roll over, clutch a daisy to their chest, and stick their feet in the air. One night I heard the mother taking dinner out on the porch. I snuck to the door and flung it open shouting BOO! She hunched up and showed a rather impressive set of teeth. She then hissed like a bad tire valve and made a feint toward me. At no time did she even hint at playing dead. I stumbled backwards at her sudden show of defense and stumbled over the doorsill, sprawling on the kitchen floor. I quickly got up, ambled over and shut the door. She quietly returned to feeding her brood.
Her youngsters are not quite as fearsome. But that may be due to their age, or lack of kids to defend. At any rate, I got a slight clue that night as to the arrangements she'd made with the cat concerning her provisions. I thought that the cat had been catching more mice lately. There also has been a rumor going around the opossum community that humans play dead when frightened.
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I was sitting in the kitchen the other night, when I heard a clatter on the back porch. I opened the door and there, with its nose buried in the cat dish, was a small opossum. He looked up at me somewhat startled-not that you can really startle an opossum-and then he ambled across the porch and clambered down the stairs into the night. He ambled as opposed to shuffled, because opossums usually shuffle wherever they go, but when they are frightened they break briefly into ambles.
This opossum was one of five that had first visited the kitty larder last summer on its mother's back. She had stumbled on a goldmine: a magical dish that was almost always full of food. I assumed that she must have made some kind of deal with the cat because she visited quite often and the cat never seemed to object. It could have been that the cat thought that food from a can was more convenient than food in a hide, especially a hide equipped with teeth. Cats aren't stupid. Why go after a meal that bites back? Anyway, now the whole family comes one at a time to visit the cat dish. Clambering up the steps, shuffling along the porch with that mouth-half-open-drooling look to the cat dish, to enjoy their repast.
I've been studying on them and wondering if they are as dumb as they look. Judging by their membership in the local road kill club I'd have to guess their IQ is somewhat wanting. About the only thing I knew about opossums was that they played dead if they got scared. This has led to an unfair characterization that the opossum is a coward. Well, let me tell you what I discovered. It is not easy to get an opossum to play dead. Growing up I always assumed that if you walked up to one-which is something you can do on account of their lethargic nature-and yelled BOO! They would conveniently roll over, clutch a daisy to their chest, and stick their feet in the air. One night I heard the mother taking dinner out on the porch. I snuck to the door and flung it open shouting BOO! She hunched up and showed a rather impressive set of teeth. She then hissed like a bad tire valve and made a feint toward me. At no time did she even hint at playing dead. I stumbled backwards at her sudden show of defense and stumbled over the doorsill, sprawling on the kitchen floor. I quickly got up, ambled over and shut the door. She quietly returned to feeding her brood.
Her youngsters are not quite as fearsome. But that may be due to their age, or lack of kids to defend. At any rate, I got a slight clue that night as to the arrangements she'd made with the cat concerning her provisions. I thought that the cat had been catching more mice lately. There also has been a rumor going around the opossum community that humans play dead when frightened.
I thought that was you, great story. Most people would shoot them or poison them so I respect that you just let them be and give them sustenance. I love animals so much and I mean all of them. I was never a hunter and never wanted to. Fishing was bad enough. Thanks for joining brother and it's pretty slow here but it's peaceful too. You can click on any green words and go there, and look around some when it gets boring on TF.
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@Grace_Accepted Hey bro, whereabouts do you live? I'm in St. Louis, retired and 49. I'll be 50 on March 1 - How did you find TF? Are you on any other forums?I am on about 5 or 6 big forums but only this one and TF for longer duration.
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Hey Tooley !!! Can you find the Chat box?
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Hey Tooley !!! Can you find the Chat box?
Grace_Accepted Mumbles:
Dang, I'm glad I finally got my glasses on. I was really wondering there for a moment why you wanted my to find the cat box :D
No I haven't mastered that yet.
If you look up at the top left you will see "Home" and "Forum" - Those are the main two I use and if you click on Home you should see the chat box. Let me know if you don't though.
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Hey Tooley !!! Can you find the Chat box?
Grace_Accepted Mumbles:
Dang, I'm glad I finally got my glasses on. I was really wondering there for a moment why you wanted my to find the cat box :D
No I haven't mastered that yet.
If you look up at the top left you will see "Home" and "Forum" - Those are the main two I use and if you click on Home you should see the chat box. Let me know if you don't though.
If you look up at the top left you will see "Home" and "Forum" - Those are the main two I use and if you click on Home you should see the chat box. Let me know if you don't though.
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Tooley !!! Let's be friends bro !!! What's your first name, my name is Mark. See, it's not so bad. How old are you and what part of the world do you live in? Work with me Tooley !!! My name is Paul and I am currently in the good ole' USA.
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Tooley !!! Let's be friends bro !!! What's your first name, my name is Mark. See, it's not so bad. How old are you and what part of the world do you live in? Work with me Tooley !!! My name is Paul and I am currently in the good ole' USA.
Paul !!! Do you ever check the threads you started here? We do not get notifications here like we do at TF. So, if I quote your post you won;t know unless you go to the thread.
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Dammit Paul - Where are you? Playing dead again?
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You sure ARE playing dead. Here anyway. :P
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You sure ARE playing dead. Here anyway. :P
Who is tumbleweed?
Blade
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You sure ARE playing dead. Here anyway. :P
Who is tumbleweed?
Blade
Ha, Tooleyweed was his name at first on TF but he changed it to Grace_Accepted.
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You sure ARE playing dead. Here anyway. :P
Who is tumbleweed?
Blade
Ha, Tooleyweed was his name at first on TF but he changed it to Grace_Accepted.
Is that who that is,,,going to have to address him as tumbleweed and see what He says. ;D
Blade
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You sure ARE playing dead. Here anyway. :P
Trying to spend time here. I will have to see if I can tame this place on my phone.
Who is tumbleweed?
Blade
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You sure ARE playing dead. Here anyway. :P
Trying to spend time here. I will have to see if I can tame this place on my phone.
Who is tumbleweed?
Blade
Thought you'd like that my friend
Blade
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GA likes to start threads and then leave them to die.
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I was sitting in the kitchen the other night, when I heard a clatter on the back porch. I opened the door and there, with its nose buried in the cat dish, was a small opossum. He looked up at me somewhat startled-not that you can really startle an opossum-and then he ambled across the porch and clambered down the stairs into the night. He ambled as opposed to shuffled, because opossums usually shuffle wherever they go, but when they are frightened they break briefly into ambles.
This opossum was one of five that had first visited the kitty larder last summer on its mother's back. She had stumbled on a goldmine: a magical dish that was almost always full of food. I assumed that she must have made some kind of deal with the cat because she visited quite often and the cat never seemed to object. It could have been that the cat thought that food from a can was more convenient than food in a hide, especially a hide equipped with teeth. Cats aren't stupid. Why go after a meal that bites back? Anyway, now the whole family comes one at a time to visit the cat dish. Clambering up the steps, shuffling along the porch with that mouth-half-open-drooling look to the cat dish, to enjoy their repast.
I've been studying on them and wondering if they are as dumb as they look. Judging by their membership in the local road kill club I'd have to guess their IQ is somewhat wanting. About the only thing I knew about opossums was that they played dead if they got scared. This has led to an unfair characterization that the opossum is a coward. Well, let me tell you what I discovered. It is not easy to get an opossum to play dead. Growing up I always assumed that if you walked up to one-which is something you can do on account of their lethargic nature-and yelled BOO! They would conveniently roll over, clutch a daisy to their chest, and stick their feet in the air. One night I heard the mother taking dinner out on the porch. I snuck to the door and flung it open shouting BOO! She hunched up and showed a rather impressive set of teeth. She then hissed like a bad tire valve and made a feint toward me. At no time did she even hint at playing dead. I stumbled backwards at her sudden show of defense and stumbled over the doorsill, sprawling on the kitchen floor. I quickly got up, ambled over and shut the door. She quietly returned to feeding her brood.
Her youngsters are not quite as fearsome. But that may be due to their age, or lack of kids to defend. At any rate, I got a slight clue that night as to the arrangements she'd made with the cat concerning her provisions. I thought that the cat had been catching more mice lately. There also has been a rumor going around the opossum community that humans play dead when frightened.
Brother, you are and awesome person to know. I love how you write.
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I was sitting in the kitchen the other night, when I heard a clatter on the back porch. I opened the door and there, with its nose buried in the cat dish, was a small opossum. He looked up at me somewhat startled-not that you can really startle an opossum-and then he ambled across the porch and clambered down the stairs into the night. He ambled as opposed to shuffled, because opossums usually shuffle wherever they go, but when they are frightened they break briefly into ambles.
This opossum was one of five that had first visited the kitty larder last summer on its mother's back. She had stumbled on a goldmine: a magical dish that was almost always full of food. I assumed that she must have made some kind of deal with the cat because she visited quite often and the cat never seemed to object. It could have been that the cat thought that food from a can was more convenient than food in a hide, especially a hide equipped with teeth. Cats aren't stupid. Why go after a meal that bites back? Anyway, now the whole family comes one at a time to visit the cat dish. Clambering up the steps, shuffling along the porch with that mouth-half-open-drooling look to the cat dish, to enjoy their repast.
I've been studying on them and wondering if they are as dumb as they look. Judging by their membership in the local road kill club I'd have to guess their IQ is somewhat wanting. About the only thing I knew about opossums was that they played dead if they got scared. This has led to an unfair characterization that the opossum is a coward. Well, let me tell you what I discovered. It is not easy to get an opossum to play dead. Growing up I always assumed that if you walked up to one-which is something you can do on account of their lethargic nature-and yelled BOO! They would conveniently roll over, clutch a daisy to their chest, and stick their feet in the air. One night I heard the mother taking dinner out on the porch. I snuck to the door and flung it open shouting BOO! She hunched up and showed a rather impressive set of teeth. She then hissed like a bad tire valve and made a feint toward me. At no time did she even hint at playing dead. I stumbled backwards at her sudden show of defense and stumbled over the doorsill, sprawling on the kitchen floor. I quickly got up, ambled over and shut the door. She quietly returned to feeding her brood.
Her youngsters are not quite as fearsome. But that may be due to their age, or lack of kids to defend. At any rate, I got a slight clue that night as to the arrangements she'd made with the cat concerning her provisions. I thought that the cat had been catching more mice lately. There also has been a rumor going around the opossum community that humans play dead when frightened.
We miss you buddy
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Tooley !!!
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Tooley !!!
Weed !!!
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come back
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oh, for heavens sake.
Blade
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oh, for heavens sake.
Blade
lolol
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