the cat statuette

that looks a lot like my cat

which looks like the cat statuette come to life

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I also chewed compulsively on stuff as a kid (and a teenager…)
I hope you’re being treated for the legionnaires? That stuff’s nasty. How did you get exposed??
 
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Cats said:
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Legionnaires is more likely water bourne, usually from your AC, water tanks/pipes etc. if you have it and you got it from home you need to do some things to clean them (but not while you’re sick.) are you being treated?
 
My grandma had a gold cat "statuette" that looked a lot like yours, only it was pure gold and the cat was sitting up with its tail wrapped around its feet.

I wouldn't nibble on it but I always stole it right before leaving grandma's house, and once home, I would hide it so my mom wouldn't find it and give it back to her, but somehow she always found it and it would always be back at grandma's place, on her coffee table.

This would happen every visit. One day I guess I hid it too well, not only could my mom not find it, but not even I could find it. Not until years later, and by then my grandma was dead, so it's mine now. I'd post a pic but I'm too lazy to go looking for it in the back of my closet. Anyway, thanks for making me remember a nice memory.
 
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My grandma had a gold cat "statuette" that looked a lot like yours, only it was pure gold and the cat was sitting up with its tail wrapped around its feet.

I wouldn't nibble on it but I always stole it right before leaving grandma's house, and once home, I would hide it so my mom wouldn't find it and give it back to her, but somehow she always found it and it would always be back at grandma's place, on her coffee table.

This would happen every visit. One day I guess I hid it too well, not only could my mom not find it, but not even I could find it. Not until years later, and by then my grandma was dead, so it's mine now. I'd post a pic but I'm too lazy to go looking for it in the back of my closet. Anyway, thanks for making me remember a nice memory.
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What if the cat statuette was Alive, and it kept returning to her home on its own, until finally after enough times it realized you truly loved it, while your grandmother just walked past it every day. I would recommend getting that little guy out of the closet and spending time with him, just in case.

This reminded me of a Grandma Statue Story of my own. One of my second or third cousins was some SOCOM war hero long before any of those faggy video games about them ever came out, and he apparently did some pretty nasty stuff down in some South American country and spent quite a bit of time in the Amazon. I don't know exactly what it was he did but there were rumors among all the kids that he had a "trophy room" in his house with a circle of shrunken heads on the wall. His living room looked like a standard Marine's living room, framed medals, his cav saber on display, etc. Well, I glanced into the fabled trophy room on one of the only two times I was ever at his house, and yeah...it looked like there was a plaque with half a dozen shrunken heads on it nailed to the wall. I remember seeing the plaque, a giant leather shield or drum with pictures drawn on it, and a rifle on the wall that I remember looked absolutely filthy. Anyway, while he was conducting operations in South America he met some woman there and eventually married her when he got out of the service.

My grandmother attended their wedding and apparently it was customary for the family of the bride to give a gift to the family of the groom. My grandmother got two ancient almost Aztec-looking statuettes of these fearsome demon-dog things. I thought they were so cool and when I would visit my grandparents I used to sit and just stare at them for long periods of time. When my grandma passed away almost 15 years later and half the country away, my mom called me and said that my grandma had left me something. I asked what it was and she said she didn't know, it was a big black box and the instructions were just to give the box to me.

I went and got it and brought it home and set it on the kitchen table. I was really sad that my grandparents had passed away and just kind of sat there for awhile thinking about them.

Then I opened the box. It was the two statues, nestled in blood-red velvet. I had forgotten about them almost completely.

I took them out of their box and set them down on the table. I spent a while looking at them and just thinking about Grandma, and I started to cry pretty hard. I picked up one of the statues and kissed it on the head. I guess the slight tingling in my lips should have been a red flag at the time, but I didn't think anything about it, until after what "happened", happened. The longer I sat there, the further away the room became. The walls receded. Soon I was in the jungle, I was sitting at my coffee table in a clearing in the Amazonian jungle at midnight. It was hot and cold at the same time. Prehistoric roars echoed from the trees surrounding me. The ground shook with the massive footfalls of creatures I can't even imagine once walked upon the same earth as I. I felt predated upon...hunted. A trillion green eyes watched from the cracks in each leaf. Dead people began to walk out of the jungle and sit down at my coffee table, speaking to me about all of the horrible things I had ever done, all the missed opportunities that would have made my life so much better. My high school coach walked out of the jungle, my dead of alcoholism coach. He ridiculed me. When I made that decision not to kiss Megan Grace at the Homecoming Dance, and she moved on. She's a surgeon now, did you know? A real trailblazer. Gives to charity. Married to a successful businessman. They are happy. Hah ha ha. When I turned down HWY 108 instead of taking the normal way to work and hit that giant hog in the road. The hog came out of the jungle and sat down at the table, he was bloodied and mangled. He gloated about how badly he had damaged my life. There were many others. Finally, my grandmother came out of the jungle. Her face was missing. There was a void there but also something else, something much worse. She spoke in a language I have never heard but understood completely. Ridicule. Laughter. Roaring. Bearing down. Jungle, consuming. Devouring. I woke up in the hospital two days later. The statues were used in peyote and psilocybin rituals. I had consumed thousands of years of hallucinogenic drugs.
 
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I really want that story to be true. That sounds awesome.

I do need to find my little golden cat, I miss him.
 
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