The Pookie Thread

[Aidie]

I want to bring some laughs to Joyce, she is down because of her aunt's passing and I want to make her laugh with your help. I have some stories to tell about her. Joyce is right here, correcting my bad spelling and helping me, and she is already starting to laugh. She knows what I will say.
1. Joyce has given me and any of you who want, to use her real name. Joyce means joy and she is truly a joy.
2. When Joyce first moved here, she was the terror of the neighborhood. She was a pilot until 2005 when she had to give up her FAA license because she has Parkinson's Disease and also her eyesight and her depth perception was failing. But I dared her to catch my clothesline one day, and she said she could do it. So she takes off from our little airport two blocks away in a Piper and hooked my clothesline on her back wheels. There went my underwear and sheets. I was falling down laughing, seeing this blue and white plane up in the air with my sheets and underwear trailing along.
3. I take back what I said about Joyce being a coward. No she did not shoot the man, but when she hit him and he fell down, she sat on him still holding the fire extinguisher while calling 911 on her cell phone. Lucky for him he didn't wake up until he was in the hospital.
4. I had my sons toilet paper her lawn as a joke. She got very even with me. A few months later, I found piles of cat poo she had dug out of the litterboxes all over my front doorstep.
5. I was outside one day and I heard banging. I looked and the guy from the airport was banging on her door. I ran over as Joyce opened the door and they had no one to do another Angel Flight. Joyce did the Angel Flights taking organs to hospitals for people who need them. She had been up for over two days and was exhausted but she made it and a 5 year old kid has a heart now. I saw Joyce very tired and I prayed for her safe return and she was so tired when she landed she bounced the jet three times. She is a hero.
6. Joyce's mom in law teases her too and one year at Christmas 2006 we got together and littered her lawn with tacky plastic pink flamingoes. Joyce never said a word, and on New Yera's 2007 I found all those damn things all over my yard.
7. She rides her bicycle a lot, with her Lilly running by her. When she does that, our neighbors come out to talk to her. One time I was coming home and stopped and opened the door to my truck and called Lilly, who jumped right in. That was so funny! Joyce was astounded.
8. Last year on her 46th birthday, I gave her flowers and she cried.
9. When her wolfdog Ruffie died, I saw Joyce and her hubby in their back yard burying Ruffie and she fell to her knees and bawled. I tried to console her but I couldn't. There was nothing I could do for her in her grief so I baked a casserole for her so she wouldn't have to cook. Joyce was miserable.
10. I got my riding lawnmower hungup on their fence and she came out to rescue me. Then her husband decided to take a look at it, and he gave it a tuneup and sharpened the blade for me.
Joyce is really a good person and I thought this might be a fresh start for both of us. Joyce has corrected everything, and I am learning. I want education and Joyce has a Masters in education and she will help.
Lets have fun with this!
Aidie

[AmericanDreamer]

Good stuff, Aidie!

[PatrickHenry]

Damn! This thread is gonna run Pookie right up past me on rep!

She's already clawing my BE-hind.

They are using the same computer aren't they?

This isn't fair!

[Aidie]

Yes, we are, because we're on her dial-up the cable is down and she showed me that you can only have one computer at a time on dial-up. You have your rep, PatrickHenry and I will give you one for making Joyce laugh. Thankyou!
Aidie

[Pookie]

I have command of the puter now! AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!
You're still ahead of me PH, LOL don't worry. Now pardon me while I go kill Aidie for spilling the beans on me. Danggit!!
Also, I am NOT a hero. I was only trying to help people and besides the search and rescue stuff for civilians and all I was doing my job as an American. After all, aren't we what we can do? That was the best I could do and of course, it is never enough.
Purrs,
Joyce (Pookie)

[ECW]

Well, I have a Pookie story I am positive she does not want shared but since Aidie started this thread, I feel compelled to contribute to it. I got this story from a very reliable source who wants to remain secret.

There are a few large trees out in front of Pookie's house. The limbs hang over the sidewalk and over the lane closest to the curb on her side of the street. There is a lot of traffic up and down the street she lives on, not enough to cause concern but enough to get annoyed at. There is a lot of kid traffic with a school just a few blocks away. Therein lies the heart of the story.

In the morning and again in the afternoon, kids are using the sidewalk and the street in front of her house to get to school. Often, just like kids are, they make a lot of noise on their way. This fact was beginning to annoy the living heck out of Pookie but there wasn't any way she could keep the kids off a public sidewalk or street without attracting attention to herself. It was then that her devious plan took shape.

All of you know of Pookie's love of cats. Most of you don't know how deep that love goes and why she loves them so. Here is the reason why.

Pookie started teaching her cats in mid-June one year to jump down from her front porch to get some kitty treats. She placed them up on the porch and then enticed them to jump off and rewarded them with a treat. She wouldn't give them a treat if they ran down the stairs. Only if they jumped off the side of the porch. Then she put a few boxes on the porch, climb up the boxes and made them jump down to get the treats. The cats picked it up pretty quick. Every day they did it over and over to get treats.

From there, she would place them on a ladder placed right next to the porch and they jumped off the ladder into her arms and she would reward them with a lot of belly rubs and that treat. She would put them back up on the top of the ladder and make them jump again and again until they did it without hesitation. Then she added motion to it and the cats would time their jumps to coincide with the moving Pookie and they kept getting treats. By late August, those cats all had the routine down. Then Pookie put them up in the limbs of the tree that overhung her yard and repeated the same drill.

Then school started in September. Pookie did not go outside and stopped giving out treats to the cats. On the third day of school, some kids were walking to school in the morning making a lot of noise when all of a sudden there was this gut-wrenching scream. One of Pookie's cats had jumped on a kid's head looking for a treat and scared the life out of the kid and his friends. The cat jumped off as the kids took off en masse up the block. That afternoon, one of the little buggers nailed a girl on a bike as she was going home. Books and lunchboxes were scattered everywhere. The next morning, a different batch of kids got jumped by one of the cats. This time the cat landed right in the middle of the kid's back. By the fifth day of school, every kid in the neighborhood knew about the "flying cats" and steered clear of that block.

When school officials came by to investigate, of course, all the cats had "disappeared" so they found nothing. That did not make the kids want to return to their usual route, however. To this day, no child of school age will traverse that block unless in a car and even then some of them wet themselves when they pass under those trees just remembering those first few days in September. Just the appearance of a cat on that street is enough to make most of the neighborhood kids head inside on a nice, warm, sunny North Carolina day.

That's my Pookie story.

[Pookie]

I hate you, ECW! That ain't fair!
SOME people have BIG mouths. Hmpf!
Purrs,
Pookie

[Truth_and_Power]

That's an awesome story LOL

[ECW]

I hate you, ECW! That ain't fair!
SOME people have BIG mouths. Hmpf!


It's what you get for being one of those cat people. Truth hurts, babe. Wait until I tell them about your college days. :evil:

[lily]

Also, I am NOT a hero. I was only trying to help people and besides the search and rescue stuff for civilians and all I was doing my job as an American. After all, aren't we what we can do? That was the best I could do and of course, it is never enough.
Purrs,
Joyce (Pookie)



No Pookie..........you are a hero, in my eyes:

5. I was outside one day and I heard banging. I looked and the guy from the airport was banging on her door. I ran over as Joyce opened the door and they had no one to do another Angel Flight. Joyce did the Angel Flights taking organs to hospitals for people who need them. She had been up for over two days and was exhausted but she made it and a 5 year old kid has a heart now. I saw Joyce very tired and I prayed for her safe return and she was so tired when she landed she bounced the jet three times. She is a hero.

Although it wasn't you on the flight that brought a kidney to my best friend since grade school........it was someone just like you.No one knows much about what happens in the background......the transplant surgeon gets all the glory, but if it wasn't for people like you who are willing to give their time, even when they are so tired, they can't put one foot in front of another and still go on, because someone's life might depend on it......those are the true heroes.

[Pookie]

But the true heroes are those who donate their jets and pay for all the fuel, maintenance, insurance and all just to keep it ready 24/7 to go up at a moment's notice. These little corporate jets are expensive as hell to keep ready, and these wonderful people put their money where their mouths (and hearts) are.
Purrs,
Joyce

[Aidie]

Well thats easy for youto say but somebody has to fly the plane and get the organ there quick.Didn't you tell me about a golden hour in this situations ?
Aidie

[Pookie]

Oh for Heaven's sake, Aidie, anyone can fly a plane. The people who pay for this stuff are the ones who make it possible. Anyone can fly but not just anyone can afford a corporate jet.
Purrs,
Pookie

[Aidie]

Well I still agree with Lilly.
Aidie

[lily]

.........and she named her dog after me.:nana:

[ECW]

She makes it sleep under her front porch in true North Carolina style. So much for your namesake. You'd have been better off being a cat...

[Pookie]

No, dingy, I said if you came to visit YOU would be under the porch. The guest room is reserved for people we like.
Purrs,
Pookie

[ECW]

No, dingy, I said if you came to visit YOU would be under the porch.


Right next to the dog you named after Lily.

I think I'll post that college story about you after all.

[DANG]

Damn! This thread is gonna run Pookie right up past me on rep!

She's already clawing my BE-hind.

They are using the same computer aren't they?

This isn't fair!
I hope you dont mind sharing the 35 spot with a humanitarian putty tat. :peace:

[K-D-K-D-K]

This is a very bizarre thread.

[Pookie]

Then don't worry about it, KDK. There are many other threads available here to which you may respond. This was something fun my neighbor started.
Purrs,
Pookie

[AnnEsthesia]

*grumbles* Damned cats are always voted most popular. *sniff*

[Pookie]

Don't sniff too much, I haven't had the litterbox scooped yet. I'd hate for your sinuses to burn out.
LOL!
Purrs,
Pookie