One big post..... if the selling stash is large enough, group by type of gear.
Seperate items with dashes, dots, whatever.
When the item is sold, mark it so, and gray out the accompanying text.
Inline pics hyperlinked to zoomed images are always appreciated.
Since it would probably be rude to ask for such specifics without providing an example, it would look something like this:
Looking for good homes (Click on pics for zoomed images in new window):
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Gone to a loving home 
. Thanks for the assist/referral,
Dan. The Princess: No... it's not a froo froo name. She really is like a little princess.
Definitely not suited for outdoor life. However, she's making do the best she can until her situation improves. Very loving and not skittish. Deals
well with dogs, unless they are of the slobbering persuasion.
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The Pooka (The Princeling) on left: The Pooka is store bought (second hand, but don't tell him). No details, but indications
that his former home was not ideal. There was a long acclimation where he was unsure of his new home, but indoor heating, regular meals and his own
personal choice of heaters to sleep by/on during the cooler months have convinced him of the relative merits. Prehensile paws with an opposable thumb
makes him the most talented wee furry one in the house wrt to picking things up and opening places he's not always supposed to be.
Duncan (Hellspawn/Death Dealer) on right: Natural born street fighter. Not particularly large but fierce. Exceptionally
intelligent. What stumps him one day is just a puzzle to be sorted out in time. Patient when he needs to be, but not always willingly so. Duncan was
adopted when he was taken away by the neighbor's kids from some other kids torturing him. Unfortunately, the mother was not made aware of this
situation, until after the fact. She made it clear that the cat had to go and they had to find it a new home. This might explain his tendency for....
seperation anxiety. The psych bills could provide for a smallish country. Quite vocal when left alone, not fed on time, or when he can't figure out
why everyone is going to sleep when he's just woken up and is ready to play. To be clear, even little demons are unfairly cute and adorable in their
larval state. Adopting them early leaves you totally unprepared for their full capacity for havoc when they mature. You can't help but love them,
but you shake your head a lot. The included picture of slumbering bliss was taken before the FDA made several feline sedatives illegal. The dog is
generally wise enough to sleep with one eye open when Duncan snuggles her. She is all too aware that she could lose body parts if he wakes up grumpy
or "playful."
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Nikki (aka Nikki Nightshade): Little of his past is known. Formerly worked for an unspecified government agency and is now
retired in a residence in the DC metroplex. Sporadic contact with his former employers (it's hard for a cat to turn down a free sushi lunch), in case
he is needed back on the job. Until then, he is happy to lounge in his cat tree with the brush nearby. If someone could be employed to provide
brushings on a more regular basis, retired life would almost be enjoyable. Don't get him started or he will regale you with long, detailed stories
(with certain specifics left out) for as long as you can stay awake. Alas, with the difficulties of human/feline translations, it will all just sound
like a lot of meowing to the untrained ear.
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Coco: Getting on in years, but still a lady of inestimable bearing. Knows better than most that growing old is hell, but tries
not to make too much of it. Generally stand-offish of newcomers, but willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. The best place (and years of
experience has proved this to be true) are the tops of sofa cushions that have been flattened into a nest. Comfy, warm, and the right height for when
the others on the sofa finally realize that a pet or a scratch would not be entirely misplaced.
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Ozzie: A veteren of the outdoors, but not by his choice. Wears his battle scars, if not proudly, then stoically. Owner of a
very distinctive purr that sometimes nudges over into the hissing registers and back again. Loves to roll in warm sand and wiggle in tall grass.
Recently became acquainted with the exceptional view offered by porch railings and now surveys the kingdom from the lofty perch when the mood strikes
him. Prefers not to fight, but hissing and moaning are fair game. Longs for a home with radiant heating and accompanying cat beds at all the
registers.
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The Black Booble: Calm, even-temper and infinitely patient. Territorial in a feline way, but prefers not to fight. If worst
comes to worst, he will find a corner and make his displeasure known by growling under his breath and make questioning noises about why the world is
so unfair. A undying fondness for leaves. He is convinced that there is nothing better than a sunny day, and a pile of warm leaves that he can make
into a nest for a little afternoon napping action.
Update:The Black Booble shows up one day with a collar and tag (although it is unclear whether the name "Max" really suits him).
What a faker!!! Granted he always seemed err...umm too well padded to be a true Knight of the Road, but a quick phone call confirmed that he's had a
home for several years. His family has just resigned themselves to his wanderlust and gypsy soul.
Maybe it's the southern exposure, wealth of suitable perches or sun-dappled garden beds. Whatever the reason the Black Booble has adopted us. While
he occasionally patrols the neighborhood and maybe even visits home, he always returns. Often poking his head out of shrubbery, magically appearing
on the porch railing, or breaking from the cover of a section of the garden.
He drives Mary crazy by rearranging mulch into a suitable pillow or curling up on a bed of herbs. If she rants, he slowly blinks and looks at her
patiently as if she's not fully grasping her role in the larger picture of his comfort and happiness. On several occasions we have found him sleeping
on a part of the driveway that has shifted into shade but remains warm. Sprawled in a way that proclaims to one and all that he is home. I expect
that is how he view things. To the rest of the world, it just looks like there has been a pause in the storyline until police detectives can draw a
chalk outline around him.
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The Gray Puff: Very loving, but skittish factor is off the charts. Like to be petted, but on her own terms. If you move too
fast or in a suspicious manner, hissing and clawing will ensue. Tolerant of dogs, but only in a very resigned manner. Tolerant of some, but not all
other cats. Thinks nothing of pushing others out of the way when food is involved regardless of their size. True fighting capacity is unknown.
Generally raises such a ruckus that others will defer and leave rather than endanger their hearing. Known to eat more than full grown professional
football players.
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The Ginger: Large boned, but generally appreciates it when people don't make a big thing about it. Very aristocratic nose and
intelligent face. Large displacement purr motor which revs when being cuddled or there is an indication that food is in the offing. Cruelly declawed
before abandonment, but large size makes others think twice about altercations. Generally speaking though, The Ginger is definitely more of a lover
than a fighter.
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Little Face: Exceptionally friendly. Likes nothing more than a good cuddle and a scratch behind the ear. For her size, vocal
power is astounding. Generally very amiable and non-assuming. However, all neighbors will be informed at great length if her stomach is grumbling
and food is not forth coming.... post haste.
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The Dark Sith: Perhaps his reputation is unwarranted and it's all just bad PR. Nonetheless, citizens are asked to remain
vigilant. The Dark Sith is known to be an exceptional climber.... railings, columns, roof lines.... nothing seems to deter or slow him down. Known
to climb onto roofs during rainstorms to bathe himself. A very messy eater with a great fondness for kibble.
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ATB,
Sam
"I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, does anyone?" - The Body by Stephen King
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