5/27/10 – Thursday

Yesterday was my errand-running day, and BOY did I get some errands run. I left the house right after Fred left for work and took all our recyclables to the recycling center. Then I swung by Walmart to see if they had any more Fancy Feast canned kitten food. The Tender Turkey Feast flavor is … Continue reading “5/27/10 – Thursday”

Yesterday was my errand-running day, and BOY did I get some errands run.

I left the house right after Fred left for work and took all our recyclables to the recycling center.

Then I swung by Walmart to see if they had any more Fancy Feast canned kitten food. The Tender Turkey Feast flavor is a hit with every foster kitten I’ve ever had, so when they’re on sale I like to stock up. Right now they’re on sale for 30 cents a can, which is a GREAT sale price, so on Sunday I bought every can they had in stock, and yesterday I went back to see if they had any more. They had another box of 24 cans, so I snatched them up.

From there, I went to Publix. The sales switch over on Wednesday, and in the past I’ve gone through the flyer, chosen what I wanted to buy on sale, and eventually moseyed over to Publix to get what I wanted. The problem with doing it that way is that someone always gets there before me and wipes out the inventory of whatever it is I’m looking to buy (hey, kinda like me with the Fancy Feast Kitten! You gotta get up pretty early to beat me to the Fancy Feast, SUCKAS), so I figured that if I got there the day the sales started, I might have a better chance of getting the stuff on my list.

And I was successful. I guess that’ll be my new M.O. from here on out. Not that there was much I wanted to buy, but I got what I wanted, which made me happy.

I went home to drop everything off and ate breakfast while I was there. Then I put a bowl of cat food and water in the guest bedroom and lured the Bookworms (and Jake, who just can’t mind his own damn business when (1) food and (2) kittens are involved) and shut the door.

A few weeks ago, Reacher figured out the cat door, and we found him in the back yard a couple of times. We made a big deal about what a BAD BOY he was and would spray the compressed air at him any time we saw him sniffing around the back door, and we were successful in deterring him from going outside again. And now, suddenly, THIS week Corbett is all about the back door. So we’re doing the same thing with him, but he seems to be a little harder to break. I knew I was going to be gone for at least a couple of hours yesterday, and I didn’t want him to get outside, climb the fence, and be gone forever. Which is why I locked them in the guest bedroom before I left. (Yeah, I could have just shut the back door, but why punish our cats?)

I left the house and drove to Madison to visit Old Time Pottery. I needed more Snackin’! Time! plates and that’s the best place to get most any kind of plates or glasses for a pretty low price. I wandered around in there for about half an hour and ultimately ended up with what I wanted.

I’d like to think this is a play on words (“So stainless it’s a steal!”), but I kinda doubt it.

From there, I headed to Huntsville to go to that Walmart and see if they had any of the Fancy Feast kitten food. They did, and I ended up with another 38 cans of the stuff.

I went over to Bed, Bath and Beyond to see if I could find a plate hanger. I have some small mirrors that I used to have hanging on the wall in the foster room, but the kittens kept pulling them down. I wanted to find something that would hold them to the wall more firmly, and a plate hanger is what I thought I’d try. I had no luck finding any damn plate hangers at BB&B, so I was just going to give up. Then I realized that Michael’s was RIGHT there, and went in to check it out. I was successful, but of course now I don’t know where the holy hell I put the mirrors.

I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.

I went over to Target to buy a few things and while I was there, I looked at the tote bags. Fred takes his lunch to work in a reusable Publix bag, and he’s been complaining about it. I thought that his issue was that the bag is bright green and has the Publix logo on it, but as it turns out, his complaint was only that the bag is old and battered and he needs a new one. At the time I didn’t know that, though, so I was looking for a plain, unobtrusive tote bag that he could use.

I seriously considered buying one of these, just to be funny.

In the end, I found nothing that I thought he’d use, so I bought a few other things (I’m not being coy, I really don’t remember what the hell I bought at Target.) and then headed to Petsmart. I looked at the kittens in their cages, looked around at the sales, and ended up buying some bird seed.

By the time I got home, it was 1:00. I walked by the guest bedroom door and expected to hear the kittens (and Jake) howling to be let out, but didn’t hear a thing. I opened the door, and they were all laying on the bed, sound asleep. As soon as they saw me, though, they flooded off the bed and came over to howl at my feet about how I must have accidentally locked them in the guest bedroom and I’d BETTER not let that happen again.


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“She’s petting me, but what she doesn’t know is that I dipped the very end of my tail in poo, and I’m flicking it back and forth against her leg. Won’t she be happy when she finds little splatters of poo on her leg later? She’ll NEVER figure it out.”

::Evil laugh::


“Is it time to eat?”


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“I understand a wee tiny kitten PWNED you. You got kitten poo on your leg and walked around for an hour without knowing it!”

::Mocking laugh::


“What just happened here?”


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Sugarbutt, watching the squirrel in the seed cage. That squirrel drives him NUTS.


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2009: So we moved George back out to the big coop, and George’s baby could not possibly care less, he’s staying up late and making prank phone calls and eyeballing the girl baby chickens, and I think he’s going to be nothing but trouble.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I have renewed faith in my fellow man.
2004: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: The man is full of compliments, ain’t he?