check it out – it’s all cat pictures, and some pretty damn good ones.
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Loved, loved, LOVED
The Bachelorette last night. Not only do I like Meredith, but some of those guys – whoo! At the moment, my favorite is Rick, who very well could have grown up as a member of the Brady Bunch. A strong resemblance to Peter Brady, that one.
And from the previews for the rest of the season, it looks like it’s going to be a gooooooood one.
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It was warm out yesterday afternoon – around 60, I believe, whoo! – so I had the spud open the back door so the cats could explore the back yard. Thus far, the Bean hasn’t gone out into the actual yard all that much, since the feel of grass on his feet is a sensation he doesn’t care for. Yesterday, though, he ran around all over the lawn like his stumpy little tail was on fire. I went to the door to check on him at one point – I’m more than a little afraid that he’ll climb the fence, and I really and truly don’t want that to happen, because he’s just a dumb little dumbass, and he’ll either run out into the road and get his stupid ass run over, or he’ll go make an ass out of himself in one of the neighbors’ back yard, because he just has no fear – and he had started to climb the tree.
“Stop that!” I yelled, running toward him and clapping my hands. “Get down from there!” I had visions of his stupid ass either climbing to the top of the tree and being unable to figure out how to get back down, or climbing up the tree and launching himself over the fence and into the busy road that runs along the other side of the fence.
But he saw me and heard me yelling, and in a rare instance of good-kitty-ness, he got down and sniffed around the bottom of the tree. I came back inside to finish preparing dinner, vowing to keep an eye on that troublesome Bean.
A few minutes later, I looked out the door and saw the Bean, Tubby, and Spanky sniffing around a gap in the fence. I thought it was a gap that was too small for any of them other than the Bean to get through (and I didn’t think the Bean would go that close to the fence due to the noisy traffic on the other side), but as I watched, Spanky slipped through the gap.
“Hey!” I yelled, running across the yard. “Get back here!”
The Bean and Tubby, scared to see The Momma running and yelling in their direction, ran away from the fence and through the open back door. Spanky’s head popped back through the gap.
“Get your ass over here!” I yelled, and he slipped back through the gap and ran into the house.
So I guess the back door will stay closed – despite the lovely weather – until
someone gets that gap covered. Poor kitties.
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Remember how back before Christmas break, the spud got asked out by a boy named Kelt0n? Well, it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. It appears that Kelt0n’s mother was fine with the idea of Kelt0n going out on a date with the spud, but his father didn’t think it was a good idea.
I have no idea why his father didn’t think it’s a good idea – whether it’s because he thinks they’re too young, or he didn’t like the looks of the spud (“That girl looks like trouble, son!”), or because the spud is white and Kelt0n is black. Maybe Kelt0n got scared about going out with a girl and is lying about what his dad said. Who the hell knows?
The spud doesn’t seem to be all that heart-broken over it; I have a suspicion that she was more excited about being asked to go out on a date than who the date was actually with.
Ah well. This is just the beginning, I fear. I think that next time some boy asks the spud out on a date, I’ll just hunt him down with my rifle and shoot him like the dog all fifteen year-old boys are.
(Except yours, of course.)
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I went upstairs yesterday afternoon to vacuum the upstairs with my handy-dandy so-damn-cool Dyson vacuum, and as I approached the master bedroom, I saw Tubby laying on the end of the bed, and not two inches away from Tubby was a trail of barf down the side of the comforter, leading to a pile of barf on the floor. In front of the pile of barf was the Bean, who took advantage of the occasion to have himself a little snack.
And, no. I
didn’t stop him.
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Here’s another shot of my dad when he was very very young.
And this is what he looks like these days.
This is what the parking lot at the mall looked like a few days before I left Maine. Crappy and slushy and wet and cold, but we shopped anyway!
There’s a river that runs by the end of the street my parents live on. This picture would have come out a whole hell of a lot better if the sun had been shining, methinks.
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Does it wuv it’s daddy? Why, yes. Yes, it does.
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