| Mike Pirtle: Christmas kitty hits Life. No. 10 |
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By: MIKE PIRTLE, Post Publisher
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Posted: Sunday, November 29, 2009 6:53 am
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The missus unquestionable favorite Christmas present ever hit life No. 10 the week before Thanksgiving.
Something like 12 years ago I have her a kitten for Christmas.
One of my brothers was astonished I had done so, expecting a negative reaction for a kitten as a gift after a string of pearls were presented the previous year.
Skipping past the idea that I’m not expected to break the bank every year, bro didn’t understand how much bigger a gift a kitten really was.
You see, I don’t have the fuzzy, cute gene. I don’t dislike kitties and puppies but I don’t have much affinity for them either.
The missus understood inviting a cat into our house was a big gift on my part. An expensive gift will eventually be paid off, but a cat, or dog, is there every day.
Now, I don’t generally react to cute fuzzies, but I absolutely detest people who are cruel to them, as I just generally detest cruelty.
While I wasn’t cruel to the cat, we did have our moments of disagreement, most certainly when he would come meowing to go outside or get fed while the missus was away and I was napping.
While I wasn’t going to fix him any kitty treats, the cat could generally expect me to let him out or pour out some food at appropriate feeding times if the missus was away.
If he bothered me while napping, he could expect me to chuck a magazine or such at him.
After fulfilling the missus fuzzy, cute genetics for many years, the cat passed on to kitty heaven several days ago.
Arriving home from work about 7 p.m. I was greeted with the missus’ shout to help her with the cat. That was a strange request until I realized the distressed cries from the critter.
Long story short within an hour the cat has expired from what was basically a kitty stroke.
And Christmas approaches and I have no idea what to get the missus.
Or didn’t.
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Yow.
When cold weather finally shows up late, as it did in a moderate fashion the last part of last week, it’s kinda hard to adjust to it.
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So how amazing was Tennessee’s visit to Middle Tennessee last week for a women’s college basketball game?
Monstrous.
Rick Insell’s long friendship with Tennessee’s incredibly successful Pat Summit, the winningest college coach ever, paid incalculable benefits.
Well, we can calculate some of them.
Like the $80,000 or so raised Wednesday morning for the MT athletic department’s super-smart Breakfast of Champions featuring the two successful coaches.
Like the first sellout of Murphy Center for a women’s game.
Like the giant gate receipts from that sellout.
Yeah, the Lady Raiders lost the game. Tennessee was just too physically superior. But, Middle constantly adjusted and tried to get back into the game, and might have even made it close if the Raiders could have gotten a few more shots to drop, but as excellent a coach as Insell is and as tough and talented as his players this year you can’t outhustle or outcoach a Summit team and eventually size willed out as it most often does on a basketball court.
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Have you noticed a lot of voice mail prompts still direct callers to “Dial 1 if you think you have any semblance of a chance of actually talking to a real, living and breathing human being?”
Does anyone actually dial anymore? Can you dial anymore? Don’t phone services require push buttons nowadays?
Just wonderin’. |
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