Earl, I'll never forget our relationship together, nor the story behind my naivety in petting you on your stomach when Jeff told me to do so, unaware that you didn't like that. I thought that was the end of us that day, and I wanted Jeff to know how I felt about him trapping me like that (LOL) but you must have realized instinctively that I didn't do it intentionally to upset you. You were my favorite tomcat, and whenever I see another coal black cat, I just pretend it's you. God bless you.

Uncle Eddie
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Earl was a black cat that my nephew Jeff owned, and was named after my father, who didn't know whether to take naming the cat after him as a compliment or insult; haha!! I loved Earl The Cat dearly, as well, and will never forget the day when Jeff told me to pet him on the stomach (I was totally unaware that most cats don't like this, and Earl was one of those, so Jeff wanted to trick me); I did, and Earl growled and jumped 3 or 4 feet in the air, the whole time Jeff was laughing himself silly, and I was cursing at him, calling him bad little names. I thought that Earl was through being my best friend, for sure, but he must have known that I didn't do it intentionally, for after it happened, he still hung out with me, slept with me for the rest of my visit with my nephew, and for the rest of his life, at that. Earl, you're gone, but never forgotten, and I miss you, my purr-fect friend. Love, Uncle Eddie

My Dearest Earnestine. Earnestine was a great chicken, she was a plastic chicken, but a great chicken. Earnestine travled many places with me before her untimely death. She went to the Bahamas, Atlanta, and always was a pasenger in my car. On our trip to the Bahamsa Earnestine had to be escourted back to my cabin on our cruise ship because she got so drunk she could not walk herself back. We had many great adventures and many people loved her. She was also chickennapped twice but was always returned to my car a few days later, (I guess many people were jealous).Once we had an APCB (all points chicken bulletin)out on her. Her death came one year after her birth when a hoodlum named Justin stole her from my car and stabbed her and held her over a pot full of chicken bog. Earnestine left me that day, and miraclously was brought back to life this christmas as the star atop my christmas tree. She has since then given birth to 6 chicks. We love you Earnestine and Thank you for choosing us for your family! Valarie, Andesto, Earnesto, Elvistine, Scarlett Elmwood, ELC, and Easter

To faithful Ears who was always my wings when i forgot how to fly. Such a gorgeous dog.