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Sociology > Depression |
| User: |
"Flashfire" |
| Date: |
13 Feb 2004 11:03:09 PM |
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Why I am sometimes late (OT) |
Rushing around my bedroom this morning, grabbing clothes, hunting for
socks, dragging open drawers, searching for shoes. When all of a sudden from
where she is lying on the bed watching me. A soft little white paw reaches
out, she gently strokes my arm and gives me a look that says, "settle down.
Take your time, it will be alright" and so I stop my frantic searching, sit
on the bed and stroke my beautiful little cat Anneka, she really understands
me better than any human being.
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Regards Lee
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No one is compelled to serve great causes,
unless he feels fit for it.
Sir Winston Churchill
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| User: "Alan Harding" |
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| Title: Re: Why I am sometimes late (OT) |
14 Feb 2004 01:30:51 AM |
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In message <402daab1$0$27651$61ce578d@news.syd.swiftdsl.com.au>,
Flashfire <flashfire@swift_dsl.com.au> writes
Rushing around my bedroom this morning, grabbing clothes, hunting for
socks, dragging open drawers, searching for shoes. When all of a sudden from
where she is lying on the bed watching me. A soft little white paw reaches
out, she gently strokes my arm and gives me a look that says, "settle down.
Take your time, it will be alright" and so I stop my frantic searching, sit
on the bed and stroke my beautiful little cat Anneka, she really understands
me better than any human being.
"What's the use of hurrying,
it never did no good, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag
and smile, smile, smile."
Or stroke the cat. I usually smile (and chatter away) when I'm stroking
Nelly or Sophy.
--
The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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