3/31/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday

Scenes from around Crooked Acres. Aigs! We’re getting in the neighborhood of 3 dozen eggs a day these days. Not actually here at Crooked Acres – this is up at the feed ‘n seed store we always stop by on our way to or from Tennessee. Baby llama. This time he was friendly and wanted … Continue reading “3/31/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday”

Scenes from around Crooked Acres.

Aigs! We’re getting in the neighborhood of 3 dozen eggs a day these days.

Not actually here at Crooked Acres – this is up at the feed ‘n seed store we always stop by on our way to or from Tennessee.

Baby llama. This time he was friendly and wanted to be petted.

The Wisteria is abloom.

More Wisteria (and our house in the background.)

Peach blossom. Let’s hope we get more fruit this year than last.

The garden, tilled. Except for the tiny patch in the middle where a few cabbage (that I planted last Fall) are hanging in there.

Keep growing, little cabbage. One day perhaps you’ll be big enough for us to harvest and eat.

Corbie in the back yard, sitting on the compost container. That’s where I toss all the kitchen compost, including any paper towels I used. I used to toss it all on the big compost heap, but stuff would blow all over the place and look trashy, so I made this container for composting. Works pretty well – and it gives Corbie a place to sit and glare judgmentally at me when I’m outside the back yard and he can’t get to me. He likes to walk along under my feet and then stop dead and demand petting.

Rooster on the move.

White Silkie. Someone once pointed out that she looks like a Muppet, so now I call her “Angry Muppet.”

The red coloring on this hen’s face always makes her look like she’s been rolling in mud.


I love the coloring on her head and neck.

Rooster keeps an eye on his wimminfolk.

Places to go, people to see.


Prettiest flowers ever.

Playful pups.

“You has snacks for us?”


Gracie’s always startin’ somethin’.


It’s like watching two polar bears fight.

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As of last night, Rufus is out in Gen Pop 24/7. He went upstairs with us last night at bedtime and snuggled for a bit, then he wandered off. I don’t know where he spent the night, but it wasn’t with me.

He’s getting braver by the minute – at first he’d run if you walked in his general direction, then he’d flinch and look nervous. Just now, he was sitting in the guest bedroom doorway, and I walked by him, and he just watched me walk by. He’s more nervous in the rooms where he hasn’t spent much time – especially upstairs – but he’s come a long way, baby.


On top of the cat tree in the front room, accompanied by Alice.

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::SIGH:: NO babies yet. She perhaps ate a little less this morning than usual, but I can’t swear to that. She’s not laying down on her side and letting me feel her belly as much as she did last week. I try not to harass her about it, but it’s hard not to – I want to feel the babies moving around, Maggie! Give me that much, at least!

Several people have asked if I’m sure she’s pregnant. This is what I tell them: last year, Maura was never actually checked over by a vet before we got her. We believed she was pregnant because we were told she was. As it turns out, of course, she wasn’t and never had been. This year, Maggie was checked out by a vet who said that she is pregnant. We’ve felt babies moving (though of course, we thought we felt babies moving with Maura last year!), and the other night I could distinctly feel, at different times, a little head, and a tiny little paw. So yes, I am pretty sure she’s pregnant. Clearly she wasn’t as pregnant as I thought she was when we first got her, but in my defense, I’ve only had one pregnant cat before (Kara), and I hardly got a chance to get to know the signs of a pregnant cat before she wasn’t pregnant anymore!

(Feeling the kittens move around is very neat, but it also freaks me out a little bit. I don’t know why!)

Also, a note: tomorrow is April 1st, also known as April Fool’s Day. I PROMISE you all that I will NOT post that Maggie had her babies if she actually did not. That’s mean, and I know I’d probably have a ticked-off horde descending upon my house if I did such a thing. So you have my word that I won’t.


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“Wha? Why are my PAWS wet? What’s going ON?!” Not the brightest bulbs, these two.

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2010: The Problem with Warm & Sunny Days.
2009: (reCOOPerating, HA HA!)
2008: Shea Butters would be an excellent stripper name.
2007: No entry.
2006: It was so friggin’ cute I made Fred listen to it, too.
2005: I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture, apparently.
2004: A day in the life.
2003: What makes me crazy.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, enough of the wallowing.

3/30/11 – Wednesday

LOOK at that face, would you? Butter wouldn’t melt! I think she’s got a moose herd in there. Needless to say, no babies. SIGH. At least y’all are still keeping up the guessing, which is entertaining me, at least. If you’ve entered the Maggie Pool, do double-check the spreadsheet to make sure I’ve got your … Continue reading “3/30/11 – Wednesday”


LOOK at that face, would you? Butter wouldn’t melt! I think she’s got a moose herd in there.

Needless to say, no babies. SIGH.

At least y’all are still keeping up the guessing, which is entertaining me, at least. If you’ve entered the Maggie Pool, do double-check the spreadsheet to make sure I’ve got your guess entered correctly, would you?

The Love & Hisses Facebook page is here.

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So, today’s the day. I didn’t want to announce it until the paperwork was done and everything was official. But our dear sweet Corbie, who by the way looked like this a year ago:




and who looks like this now:


Yes Corbie, that sweet little monkey who is (if you ask ME), the MOST beautiful cat in this whole wide world has gone off to his forever home.

So say goodbye to our beloved foster Corbie, the last of the Bookworms, who has lived here for all but the first few weeks of his life. My sweet Corbie, whom I love with my entire heart. Say goodbye to foster Corbie…








That’s right, Fred finally caved last week. I just didn’t want to announce it ’til the papers had been filled out and it was all official.

(Yes, that brings us to 14 permanent residents. What’s your point?)

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2010: The chickens of Crooked Acres.
2008: No entry.
2007: Love you! Mean it!
2006: I am absolutely the last person on Earth you want in the vicinity if there’s an emergency.
2005: Questions answered.
2004: I am absolutely stunned that… I frankly couldn’t give less of a shit.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: I have to wonder, what the hell do all you skinny people do?
2000: Yes, this is a lame, short entry, but since y’all love me, you’ll be back. Right?

3/29/11 – Tuesday

Okay, so, you remember a few weeks ago how I mentioned that in about the same time span, not only did Rufus show up, but a black and white cat who looked a LOT like Joe Bob from a distance showed up too? We dubbed the black and white Joe-alike “Newman” (or I should say … Continue reading “3/29/11 – Tuesday”

Okay, so, you remember a few weeks ago how I mentioned that in about the same time span, not only did Rufus show up, but a black and white cat who looked a LOT like Joe Bob from a distance showed up too?

We dubbed the black and white Joe-alike “Newman” (or I should say I named him that), and after that day I didn’t see him again. We decided he belonged to someone down the road, and that he’d just stopped by for a visit.


He showed up one day last week, and he looked ratty, and he was very hungry. I decided that if he hung around I’d snatch him up and have him checked out at the vet, at the very least have him neutered, and I’d send Fred up the road to see if we could figure out where he belonged. But after he ate, one of our cats chased him off the property, and I wondered if I’d see him again.

Sunday afternoon, Fred glanced out the window and told me that Newman was on the deck of the people next door. They don’t have any cats, so we knew Newman was just passing through. Fred went out and called to him, and he ran right over. We gave him canned cat food, and he wolfed that down, then started on the bowl of dry food sitting there.

Fred did the rounds of the neighbors, and as it turned out, Newman belonged to none of them, though several of them had seen him wandering around the neighborhood.

Yet another dumped cat, it appears.

We dithered about what to do, but really, we had no choice but to catch him (which was a very difficult procedure of going out onto the front porch with a carrier, picking up Newman, putting him inside the carrier, and closing the carrier.). I emailed the shelter manager and asked if there was any possibility of room at the shelter for him. Fred thought that if there was no room at the shelter, we could at least have him tested and neutered and perhaps put him in the guest bedroom with Rufus.

(“Or we could just let Rufus run free in Gen Pop,” Fred pointed out.)

As it turned out, there was room at the shelter. We kept him overnight (away from the other cats), and yesterday morning I dropped him off at the vet clinic to be tested (negative, YAY!), neutered, id chipped, and get his shots.

He’s a super friendly boy – hands-down the friendliest cat who has ever shown up here. All the other cats who’ve shown up have been scared, at least at first, but Newman was friendly from the get-go. He’s a sweet boy, I hope he finds his forever home soon!





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“There are no other cats. There is only Maggie.”

Maggie would like you to appreciate her girlish figure.

She LOVES that scratcher, and in fact has pretty much torn the other side to shreds. We flipped it over for her, and she’s doing her best to take care of that side, too. She’s a giver, that Maggie.

Appetite: undiminished. Girth: ever larger. Perhaps a bit less talkative, but I can’t quite decide.

Bayyyyyyyyybeeeeeeeeees, Maggie. Give!

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Rufus on the cat tree in the guest bedroom.

Rufus lookin’ sassy.

I do believe that the only time Rufus hid under the couch yesterday is when I got the vacuum cleaner out and turned it on. He fled in terror to his safe spot under the couch. (In my defense, I didn’t actually realize he was on top of the cat tree in the front room at the time!)

The rest of the day, he either snoozed on top of the cat tree in the front room or wandered around the house. It’s nice to see him out more and more each day. He still gets nervous if we walk directly toward him, but at least he doesn’t run off. He just keeps an eye on us ’til we’re past him, and then he resumes whatever he was doing.

Probably another night or two, we’ll leave him out overnight (instead of locking him in the guest bedroom) and see how that goes.

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Newt would like you to know that he’s fully aware he’s gorgeous. But thank you for noticing.

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2010: Signs of spring – and pics from around Crooked Acres and beyond.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: (“Why, Robyn, you only sounded like a PARTIAL idiot! I was amazed!”)
2006: “What IS that? Some kind of GODDAMN NICKNAME? You fucking heartless freak? You want me to kick your ass to Seattle, or you want to confess right now, jackass?”
2005: A day in the life.
2004: Naturally, the mental note got lost in the mental clutter, so I forgot she was in there, and only remembered when it had been a few hours and I hadn’t seen her.
2003: No entry.
2002: Don’t look at me like that.
2001: Of COURSE he falls in love with her inner beauty, because EVERYONE knows that fat women don’t have any of that OUTER beauty, for crying out loud.
2000: I can only hope he’ll flash me some butt cleavage.

3/28/11 – Monday

Would you look at that face? Polite interest and a bit of surprise, all “You want what? Babies? Don’t believe I’ve ever heard of those, sorry I can’t help you. BUH-bye!” She is JUST SO PRETTY. A shot from above so you can see the spread. (Heh.) We were gone for two hours last evening, … Continue reading “3/28/11 – Monday”

Would you look at that face? Polite interest and a bit of surprise, all “You want what? Babies? Don’t believe I’ve ever heard of those, sorry I can’t help you. BUH-bye!”


A shot from above so you can see the spread. (Heh.)

We were gone for two hours last evening, having dinner with Fred’s parents and sister and her husband. I hoped I’d come home and find Maggie in the midst of birthing 73 babies, but NOT A ONE.


“Nyah,” she said, and then head-butted my hand and demanded I scratch her behind the ears.

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Obviously I have a thing for brown tabbies. Hello, pretty Corbie.

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Rufus is not only coming out from under the couch more and more, but yesterday afternoon we found him on top of the cat tree in the front room, curled up asleep. I’m glad he feels safe enough to do that now.

When we put him in the guest bedroom at night, I only have to sit down and call to him once, and he comes right over to me for petting and kisses.


“You gonna kiss me, lady?”

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Sugarbutt snuggles up to the new bed I bought him at Walgreen. Something about the fact that a cat is snuggled up to sleep in a bed shaped like a dog amuses me for some reason. It doesn’t take much, obviously.

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2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Your comments, my answers!
2007: Turns out Maxi had found herself a desiccated frog and was chewing on it.
2006: Whereupon Nick Stokes, Ace Detective and CSI Genius jumps in and says, a dark scowl upon his face, “What is that, some kind of nickname?”
2005: Because there’s nothing worse than having your eyes scooped out with a spork when you’re not quite dead yet, believe you me.
2004: No entry.
2003: Your “shit” discussion is now over. You may move on.
2002: “Momma!” he cried “Momma, I’ll be good! Let me in Momma, let me in!”
2001: “Owowowowowow,” I whined, hand over my eye, and then stomped my foot in frustration.
2000: When I saw it in the theater, the ending so disturbed me that I sobbed all the way home from the movie theater.

3/25/11 – Friday

Your best places for the up-to-date info on Maggie this weekend is to either check the spreadsheet – as the time of each entry passes, I’ll do a cross-out of that entry and a note on the side – or you can check the Facebook page from time to time, I’ll post there too. Whenever … Continue reading “3/25/11 – Friday”

Your best places for the up-to-date info on Maggie this weekend is to either check the spreadsheet – as the time of each entry passes, I’ll do a cross-out of that entry and a note on the side – or you can check the Facebook page from time to time, I’ll post there too.

Whenever it happens (unless it’s the dead of night, mind you), I’ll be there with the camera and my phone to make sure everyone knows what Maggie’s status is!

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Would you please let me know where you found the X shaped scratcher? I think my boys would really enjoy it. Thank you!

That is the Petstages Soothing Cat Easy Life Hammock and Scratcher. I got mine by using my Fresh Step points on the Fresh Step website, but they’re apparently not offering it any more. The only place I’m able to find it online is at Amazon, here.

It’s probably just about the most popular piece of “furniture” (if you can call it that) in the house. There’s always a cat on it!

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Sounds like a cat got on your dresser and ran off with the dead wasp’s body (I hope) 🙂

Well, my dresser is about the only piece of furniture in the house the cats can’t get on top of (partly because it’s so high and they can’t jump that far straight up, and partly because it’s always got stuffed piled on top of it and there’s no room for them), but I like to think that that murderous wasp limped out of the crumpled up piece of paper towel and plummeted over the side of the dresser before being eaten by a cat. Our cats regularly attempt to eat live, buzzing-around wasps, I’m sure a half-dead wasp would be no trouble for them!

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So I gotta ask how your phone is doing now that you’ve had it a week? I know you did post a short follow up when you got it. I actually did get the same phone myself but went to Wally World and got mine. This is completely new to me since I only had a basic cell phone before. It was really easy to set up and get a new phone number. I’m learning all the ins and outs of it. My husband actually has this exact model too (which I didn’t know since I don’t pay much attention to it), so he has been helping me out setting it up. I’m liking the FB, Twitter and mail things on it but finding it distracting. 🙂 What kind of plan did you get? I started off the smallest since I don’t really use my phone to call out a lot. I usually only have it for emergencies. At least if I start using it a lot, I can upgrade. My hubby is jealous because my plan is so cheap while he pays a lot for his and has a contract. This is through another provider and not Virgin Mobile. Anyways, thanks for the recommendation!

After using it for a week, my only gripe is the battery refusing to last for more than a day and a half. I did turn the back light way down (it was a little too dark when I turned it all the way off), and I did set it to not use the wireless in the house all the time, and that did help the battery last a bit longer (thanks, you guys who suggested those two options). I’d like it if the battery lasted longer, but it doesn’t kill me to plug the phone in every night, and I bought a car charger just in case I’m far from home (ha) and need to call someone or check my email.

I downloaded some free bubble-popping game, but what I find is that when I can, say, stand in line at the grocery store and check Facebook or Twitter or my email, I tend to do that rather than play a game.

I REALLY like the camera on the phone, I think it takes a pretty decent picture – I snapped a shot of Alice at the vet yesterday and was able to post it right to Facebook, which I liked.


I got the cheapest plan, the $25 a month, which includes 300 minutes a month and that’s far more than I will ever use. The unlimited text, email, data & web is what appealed to me the most.

If I spent a lot of time on the phone or a lot of time traveling and couldn’t plug the phone in to charge every night, I might have a problem with the battery not lasting very long, but that’s not an issue for me, so I’m going to say that the phone is a definite two thumbs up for me!

My new baby in her protective yellow case.

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My aunt used to joke that she would never let a cat of any form in her house so my mom and me as well as other friends of my aunt would hide cat objects in my aunt’s house. Occasionally, we’d get a letter in the mail with the object when she found it. We would always leave a clue with the object so she could figure out who gifted it to her. My favorite on was a whisker that my mom found in the car long after our cat passed. My Mom set it on a shelf. She found it and knew it was from us. A few months later, the whisker came in the mail. Ha Ha!

I love family stories like that – your aunt sounds like a hoot! 🙂

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How do you weigh your cats? Do you (or Fred) weigh yourself with and without cat, or do you have a scale that measures 20 lbs or less? My big boy is on a diet and I would like to track how he’s doing, but I don’t have a home scale and I don’t remember them being that accurate anyway. Thanks.

I own one of these scales, which I bought last year (I think). Before that, I weighed kittens in a bowl on the kitchen scale, but once they get past a certain age and weight, that isn’t very easy to do given how hard they can flail.

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I saw this and thought you’d like it.

That is so neat! One of the things I hate about cross-stitching is having to chart everything out myself when I want to do a particular saying. This is going to come in handy!

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Is Fred in fucking shorts already?! Is it warm enough there for fucking shorts! I hate you guys. Until babies you know, but until then…

Fred will wear shorts pretty much year-round, though in early January he switches over to jeans. But I should add, if I MUST be truthful, that I was wearing shorts on Tuesday because it was close to 80 outside. 🙂

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I was 13 years old and took in a stray cat, much to my mom and dads dismay. She was very pregnant. I would watch her lay on her side and see the babies rolling. From the time I saw the babies rolling, to the time of delivery was exactly 5 days. Not sure that will help you with your wait, especially with all the variables.

Adding another tidbit to that story. I woke up around midnight hearing little “mews” coming from down the hall. I knew that my cat had had her babies, so I followed their “mews”. Where was mama cat? On top of my 8 year old brothers chest, licking the 3 kitties she just gave birth to!!! I turned on the light, which awoke my brother (the light woke him up but not a cat giving birth to three kitties and all the bloody mess, go figure) and he looked down at his chest and screamed like he had just seen a monster, which I am sure looked like he did. Anyway…totally useless info, but a funny story, no?

Definitely a funny story!

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Today on the radio (in Dallas, TX no less) they mentioned a controversy surrounding a bill in Maine to name the whoopie pie the official state dessert. You know, of course, who I immediately thought of 🙂

Mmm… whoopie pies…. I could go for a lobster roll for dinner and a whoopie pie for dessert!

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I wonder if Alice and Miz Poo are going to turn into Mean Girls, making fun of Stinkerbelle and spreading rumors about her?

That would not surprise me in the slightest. They certainly have the Mean Girls look about them, don’t they?

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Are those starters in your house? We only have two cats, but every time I either try to start plants or nurture little ones from the nursery, my cats have a field day destroying them.

Oh, good lord no. I’d never in a million years try to start seeds in the house, and for that matter the only way I could see having any kind of plant in the house would be if it was hanging where the cats couldn’t get to it. Our flats of started seeds live in the garage, upstairs in front of the window where the sun shines for a good part of the day.

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When you started the seedlings in the styrofoam egg containers, did you poke a hole in the bottom for the water to drain? Or line them with pebbles or something? Or will water just drain thru the styrofoam? Or are you just so careful that you don’t overwater them? Because I can see an epic mess in my future were I to try that!

Fred’s a notorious overwaterer when it comes to seedlings, so I poked holes in the bottoms of the egg cartons. Otherwise they’d drown and I wouldn’t have my 90 tomato plants to keep me busy this summer!

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You should download WordFeud for the Android! It’s a fun crossword game, similar to Lexulous on Facebook. Also, I will bet you would like Angry Birds almost as much as Snood. 🙂

I suck pretty badly at Angry Birds. When those GODDAMN pigs smile at me I want to kick those motherfuckers. I’ll check out WordFeud, though, and continue to hope that one day there’ll be such a thing as Snood for the Android.

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It seems like your group can adopt the heck out of cats! I mean – you’re not the only foster mom and there seems to be space opening up fairly often. Do you know about how many adoptions your group does? And how many they take in?
My other question is kind of icky – but I’m asking anyway. You don’t have to answer. But, I know that vets will spay pregnant females – is that something that you guys are against doing or is it a timing thing? Not that I hate kittens – I’m just curious.

In 2010, Challenger’s House took in 180 cats and kittens and adopted out 169. That’s a lot of cats! (When I told Fred the numbers, he said “Did WE keep the other 11?” Ha!)

Someone asked about spaying pregnant cats last year, and I’ll just cut and paste what the shelter manager said then:

Yes, we do spay pregnant cats and yes we have spayed them right up pretty close to term. Every spring we get call after call about pregnant cats. Although we do spay many of them, most of us hate to. So early in the “season” the first couple pregnant cats we take are left to have their babies. When foster homes are full and there is no more space available then it becomes necessary to spay them while they are pregnant.

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Rufus reminds me of my sister’s cat Louis Arnold (she always gave her cats two names). He was so gorgeous and would actually come running from the other side of the house if we called him. Like all boy kitties, he was very affectionate.

Now I want to adopt Rufus. I’d have to name him Rufus Windsor or George Pompidou or something silly like that.

It seems like cats need two names, doesn’t it? I tend to add “McGee” many of my cats’ names (Suggie McGee, for one.). Alice is usually either Princess Alice or Alice MO-rales (and I’ve recently taken to calling her “Alice Mo” and “Ally Mo”). Elwood has become Elly Belly, and Jake is, of course, Loony Pants. Something about two names just rolls off the tongue a little better for some reason.

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Poor Joe Bob. Can you please get him a bigger box? He is making me uncomfortable. That has to hurt with corners and creases all up in his pits. Cats are such curious creatures.

I have GOT to do an experiment where I put two boxes down – one large, one small – and document the way Joe Bob and Spanky insist upon cramming themselves into the smaller box. It must make them feel safe. Maybe they’re reliving the feeling of being wee babies in the womb.

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Yesterday I was talking with my husband on the phone, he laughs and tells me “Squiggy is licking Lenny’s ass.” I say “Are they on your lap?” “Yes” My question to you is, do any of your kitties lick each others butts? Lenny and Squiggy are litter-mates, would that have anything to do with it? Or are our kitties especially disgusting?

ALL kitties are especially disgusting. Not three hours after I originally read this question, I saw Corbie lick Rufus’s ass. Rufus put up with it, and then looked appalled and ran away. I had to ask Fred if he’d seen any of our other cats do it, and he reminded me that Mister Boogers used to do it all the time. ALL the time.

Cats are so nasty.

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Love those blue boys!! It was hard to tell them apart as youngsters, not anymore. Does Elwood let Jake have any of the treats?

Although Elwood is a big eater (obviously), I find that Jake is the one who’ll come take food right out of your hand. He’s much smaller than Elwood, but he’s not starving to death. Maybe Elwood’s got a slower metabolism. Yeah, that’s it!

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Any changes in Maggie’s behavior? (We want kittens!)

No changes – she just keeps getting bigger and bigger! Still eating tons, still coming over for love and petting, still greeting me at the door and talking to me!

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How’s Rufus finding the great wide world?

Rufus is spending the better part of the day under the couch in the front room. He lets me pull him out from under the couch, and he’ll sit in my lap and purr. I take him into the guest bedroom and give him some time to use the litter box and eat without interference from the other cats, then I open the door again. Sometimes he stays in the guest bedroom and hangs out on his cat tree, and sometimes he sniffs around the house a little before he ends up under the couch again.

Yesterday, Corbie hung out with Rufus for a little while under the couch.

I think Rufus will come out when he wants to – until then, I’ll pull him out from time to time and give him lots of love and snuggles.

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Nooooooooooooope. Nuttin’ yet!

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Under the guest bedroom bed.

Laying in my lap, purring up a storm.

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Alice on the cat tree in the front room.

Yesterday, Alice had to go to the vet. She cried pitifully all the way there, and then she fought like a little demon when they tried to take her temperature (which they were ultimately unable to do), and then she gave the vet the dirtiest look when she dared to listen to Alice’s lungs.

Poor Alice has allergies, and the pollen is making her sit around with her mouth open because she can hardly breathe through her nose. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t something worse, and was relieved to find out it wasn’t. Like her daddy, Alice just suffers from allergies. She’ll have a miserable week or two, then hopefully she’ll feel better.

Not that being all stuffed up has slowed her down, you understand. She’s still eating just fine, picking fights, playing.

Just occasionally, she needs a nap. With her fangs showing and her tongue sticking out a bit.


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2010: And I said, “We have a lot of cats.”
2009: For they are fearsome creatures.
2008: “My flabby sections” would be an excellent band name.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: The spud is officially licensed.
2004: Ain’t it always the way that when you call someone names in your journal, secure in the knowledge that they’ll never see it, they always do?
2003: (And before you say it, yes. You shouldn’t give a shit what I think, either.)
2002: Is it just me?
2001: No entry.
2000: If you knew you’d get $341 million for being treated savagely and cruelly for 7 years, would you do it?

3/24/11 – Thursday

Last night, we had to chase Rufus down so we could put him back in the guest bedroom for the night. He spends most of his time during the day under the couch in the living room, and I sit down by the couch and visit with him and stick my hand under the couch … Continue reading “3/24/11 – Thursday”

Last night, we had to chase Rufus down so we could put him back in the guest bedroom for the night. He spends most of his time during the day under the couch in the living room, and I sit down by the couch and visit with him and stick my hand under the couch to pet him. If I stick a straw under there, he’ll grab at it, and I can hear him batting at toys under there, too. He seems pretty happy, and if he needs to hang out under the couch for a few days to feel safe, that’s okay with me. I just like to put him in the guest bedroom overnight so that he can have a little time without the other cats glaring at him and stealing his food.

The problem is that riiiiiight before bedtime is when he’s at his most curious, and so instead of hanging out under the couch, he’s slinking around the kitchen or down the hallway – last night he ran upstairs and hid under my bed. I was letting Fred chase him down, but when it appeared that he was having a hard time catching Rufus, I went to help.

“First of all, there’s a wasp,” Fred said, pointing to the cord to the blinds by the window. Hanging there, glaring malevolently, was a red wasp. I headed back out of the room.

“Are you not going to help me?” Fred said plaintively.

“Let me kill the wasp first,” I said. I got a piece of paper towel, grabbed the wasp with it, and then squeezed ’til I heard that crunching sound that always makes my metaphorical balls climb up into my body. I tossed the crumpled piece of paper on my dresser, and went to help Fred. We had Rufus several times, but he managed to get away from us, and then we had to chase him back downstairs and ended up upstairs again, finally catching him and putting him in a carrier to take him back downstairs.

It’s always fun and games at our house, y’know.

So this morning Fred woke me up before he left for work, and we discussed Rufus for a few minutes and then discussed the lack of baby kittens in the foster room (MAGGIE), and then he left for work and I tried to get back to sleep, but couldn’t. I finally got up and took my shower and got dressed for the day (did I mention that I’m finally back to wearing regular clothes during the day instead of the comfy, comfy sleep pants and t-shirt I wore for the first month after surgery?).

I was walking back into my bedroom to make my bed and open the blinds, and I glanced over at my dresser, to see the crumpled piece of paper towel sitting there. I remembered that I hadn’t flushed the dead wasp the night before, so I picked up the paper towel and headed into the bathroom. I uncrumpled the piece of paper towel…


I went back into my bedroom and looked on the dresser, on the floor, behind the door. NO WASP.

So what I’m saying to you is that there’s an ugly wasp on the loose in this house, and he’s got murder in his heart and my name on his waspy little lips. If I disappear, please start looking for me. I’ll be the sporting a full-body wasps’ nest.

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My computer seems to be slowly shitting the bed, and thus I am writing this on Fred’s computer because I’m too damn lazy to go upstairs and get my laptop. His fucking keyboard is like a mile and a half from me, I can barely reach the fucking thing, even with it pulled as far toward me as I can pull it. How the fuck does he reach this thing? His arms must drag the ground when he walks. You’d think I would have noticed that. Also, it’s a shitty keyboard. Also also, he runs Linux instead of Windows, and the goddamn clock is in the upper right corner and I keep forgetting that, and so I look in the lower right corner AS GOD INTENDED to see what time it is, and then I find myself confused, and I look all over the place, all “Duhr? What TIME is it?”

Also, his chair is huge and uncomfortable. I feel like I’m sitting in one of those ridiculously oversized giants’ chairs. Sugarbutt keeps climbing up behind me and laying down and pressing his back feet against me in a vain attempt to push me off the chair, and Tommy keeps jumping up on the back of the chair and smacking at Sugarbutt, and Elwood keeps sticking his ass in my face, and I’m about to vote all their asses off the island.


Was it not hilarious when Russell got his ass handed to him by Matt and reacted by sobbing like the little bitch he is? LOVE IT.


Did I mention that his keyboard sucks? His mouse, too. There’s nothing about this computer and desk and chair that I don’t hate. WhineWhineWhine.

No one should have to live like this. THE HORROR.

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Go here to find out how.

And here to see the spreadsheet.

The most popular day as far as guesses go is this Saturday. I hope y’all know something I don’t, because I can’t wait to see these babies.

Note: If you entered the pool, please take a quick look at the spreadsheet to be sure I entered you under the right day and time, would you? (Unless you entered last night, in which case I haven’t had a chance to enter you on the spreadsheet yet!)

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Nope, not yet.

“Tell them I can totally be bribed.”

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Rufus in the sun.

Rufus in his favorite spot on the cat tree.

Rufus carefully sniffing Jake so as not to rouse his ire.

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Despite challenges from Corbie and Jake, Elwood would like to assure you that he remains king of the scratcher. He knows you were worried.

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2010: What babies?
2009: You’d think it’s not such a big decision, but I AM a master ditherer, so dither I shall.
2008: And then they tried to say that I was calling Rick’s feet “dainty”, so in one short day I managed to insult everyone in the house.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I. Am. PISSED.
2004: “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t believe I quite understand. Could you explain this “spoonful” word to me via pantomime again?”
2003: That, or she’s a stalker-reader.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Some people just have a smack-me face, don’t they?

3/23/11 – Wednesday

Okay, I’ve had several people suggest that I start a pool regarding Maggie birthin’ those babies and/ or how many babies she’s going to have. So here’s the deal – there’s now a pool. For $5 per guess, you can guess the day and time she’ll deliver her first kitten AND how many babies she’ll … Continue reading “3/23/11 – Wednesday”

Okay, I’ve had several people suggest that I start a pool regarding Maggie birthin’ those babies and/ or how many babies she’s going to have. So here’s the deal – there’s now a pool. For $5 per guess, you can guess the day and time she’ll deliver her first kitten AND how many babies she’ll have. All money collected will go to Challenger’s House. There’s a Paypal link below that goes to my Paypal account. When Maggie’s had her babies, I’ll send the total amount to Challenger’s House (along with a printout so that Susan knows I didn’t go on a shopping spree or anything!).

The winner of the pool will get to name ONE of Maggie’s kittens. Caveats: name must be Irish-ish (Irish, Celtic, Scottish would all work, I know that sounds ignorant to you Irish and Scottish types out there, I apologize for being a dumb American (of Irish and Scottish descent, do I get bonus points for that?)), and the name can’t be on the list of names that have already been used by the shelter. The winner will get to choose which kitten he or she names.

Here are the rules:

1. One entry costs you $5, two is $10, 3 is $15, and so on. Make sure you include the date/ time/ and number of babies with your entry. The most important part of the guess is the date and time – the number of babies is just a fun tie-breaker in case, for instance, one person guesses 2 pm and one person guesses 4 pm, and she delivers the first one at 3 pm. In such a case, the person who guesses the correct number of babies (or comes closest without going over!) is the winner.

2. If you don’t or can’t send the money via Paypal and you still want to play, then send a check to Challenger’s House (address at the bottom of the page here) and then email me (mizrobyn (at) gmail (dot) com) with your number of guesses, and the date/ time/ # of kittens for each guess. I’ll assume you’re an honest person who wouldn’t liiiiiiiie about mailing a check, because you know and I know that if you were lyyyyyyyyyyyying about such a thing, it would make the wee baby kittens cry. You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would you?

3. You don’t have to guess a number of kittens if you don’t want to. Just keep in mind that if you have the correct date and time and your number of kittens guess is wayyyyy off, you still win.

4. I’ve started a spreadsheet at Google Docs where I’ll list the guesses in order of date, then time. Your name will be next to your guess(es), and I’ll list you by first name and last initial, unless you’d prefer to be listed otherwise. That spreadsheet is here.

5. If we go to bed one night and Maggie hasn’t gone into labor, and then we wake up the next morning to kittens, we’ll make our best guesstimate as to when she delivered the first one. Or, if that’s too hard for us, we’ll go with whoever was closest (without going over!) to the number of kittens.

I was going to just take entries through the weekend (assuming she doesn’t birth ’em before that), but I truly do not have the slightest clue when she’s gonna blow (I really thought she’d have them last weekend!), so as long as she hasn’t gone into labor, entries are welcome.

Further down in the entry there’ll be pictures of Maggie in her current physical state, along with some description of how she’s doing/ acting, which may help you make an educated guess. If you have any questions, let me know and I’ll add them (and the answers) to the list.

Okay, I think that’s it. Y’all let me know if you have any questions about this!

Date, time & # of babies here

(If the above Paypal button doesn’t work for you, you can log into Paypal and send the money (don’t forget your date/ time/ # kittens info, too!) directly to me at mizrobyn (at) gmail (dot) com I’ll know it’s meant for the Maggie Pool, but you can certainly include a note to that effect if you’d like.)

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It’s been almost three years since we had our very first pregnant foster cat. That was Kara (who later became a permanent), and she was only in the house about 24 hours before she went into labor. (You can read her labor story here.) She had four kittens – River, Inara, Kaylee and Zoe. Two of them – River and Inara – were adopted by longtime reader Katherine in Madison. River’s new name became Nate, and Inara’s became Dora.

This is what they looked like then:



Nate (far right) and Dora (next to him).

Well, they grew up beautiful, as you can clearly see.


Nate (left) and Dora.

Dora in the back, Nate in the middle, stretched out, and their big sister Bailey, on the heated tiles.

Aren’t they beautiful? Katherine and I always say that Nate needs to be a model!

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It’s been about two years since we had Creed, Phyllis and Dwight (you can read about them here).

They were all adopted pretty quickly, but unfortunately it turned out that the 8 year-old in Creed’s new family was very allergic and getting worse. They tried bathing and the anti-dander solution, but nothing worked, and Creed had to be returned to the shelter.

This is what Creed looked like when he was our foster (and in fact the picture that always comes to mind when I think of him!)

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and this is what he looks like now:




The family who adopted him had only the highest praise for him and were very sad to give him up. I remember him as being a real sweetheart when he was here, and he continued to be just as sweet in his new home. He went right to Petsmart after his re-test, so hopefully he’ll be adopted quickly.

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Okay, here’s the Maggie section. First, the pictures.



(So RUDE, snapping a picture of a poor pregnant lady from behind!)

“VERY rude, lady. I oughta smack you. But I need to go back and eat some more.”


As of last night, she was still eating a lot. I gave her a can of food yesterday afternoon, and I’m pretty sure that had my hand been in way, she would have wolfed that down, too. She seems restless – I have to be very patient if I want to put my hand on her belly, because she mostly paces back and forth and lets me pet her. She has to be in the mood to flop over for a belly rub, I guess.

Her nipples are prominent but not swollen as though they’re filled with milk. Her belly is huge. I can feel babies moving around in her stomach, but I have to concentrate. I’ve also been able to see her belly moving a few times, but I have to concentrate on that, too.

She really likes to sharpen her claws on the cardboard scratcher, which probably has nothing at all to do with anything, just thought I’d throw that in there.

She weighed 9.9 pounds at the vet the day I picked her up, and a week later she weighed 10 pounds, 14 ounces on our scale. I don’t know how close our scale is to the vet’s scale, but I imagine it’s probably within a couple of ounces.

Annnnd that’s all I can think of. Let me know if you have questions!

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Elwood (left) and Jake, hanging out in the back yard.

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2010: Oblivious is my default state, apparently.
2008: No entry.
2007: No offers yet though, damnit.
2006: “Hookers and blow!” he crowed jubilantly.
2005: Also, there’s that whole pesky “dealing with people” thing, and I don’t like that sort of thing at ALL.
2004: The spud passed the test for her learner’s permit, THANKYAJEEZUS.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Fred and I chose the names of our future child/ren way before we ever met – Seth Forrest and Samantha Jayne.
2000: On the other hand, I was shopping in Wal-Mart, wasn’t I? What’d I expect, diamonds and furs?

3/22/11 – Tuesday

I have loved the crap out of my web host since I switched over last Fall after a horrifying attempt at hosting our own web sites for several months. Here’s a tip for you if you’re thinking about doing that: if your internet goes down, so do alllllll those sites you’re hosting. When I think … Continue reading “3/22/11 – Tuesday”

I have loved the crap out of my web host since I switched over last Fall after a horrifying attempt at hosting our own web sites for several months. Here’s a tip for you if you’re thinking about doing that: if your internet goes down, so do alllllll those sites you’re hosting. When I think about how often our internet service went down when we were with PCL Cable (which was bought out by Knology just before we went screaming to Charter), it makes me mad all over again.

HOWEVER, for the past three Mondays, my sites (which are all hosted on the same damn machine) have been down for a couple of hours. It’s getting on my NERVES, and when I put in a trouble ticket yesterday, I made the subject “It must be Monday.”

They got it fixed – they always do – but OH how it pisses me off. Which, I know, first-world problems and all, but EXCUSE ME, WEB HOST, THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO NEED TO KNOW IF MY FOSTER CAT HAS BIRTHED SOME KITTENS YET!

Also, I usually write my entries the night before and set them to publish at 6 am (my secret is out! Are you horrified?), so that’s why this is going up so damn late.

If you were wondering.

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I have an utterly idiotic question that I’m hoping you guys will just answer and not judge me for: is Guinness Extra Stout something I can buy in the grocery store? As I understand it, it’s beer? Is it something I’d find around here, or must I go somewhere special? I’m wanting to make a batch of this, because I sense it’s something Fred would enjoy.

Any tips (or alternate recipes for spicy mustard!) would be appreciated.

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I think I mentioned, didn’t I, that I planted radishes, carrots and cabbage last Fall? As it turned out, the radishes were ready to be harvested, but because I’m a dumbass I didn’t harvest them before it got cold out, and they froze. The carrots never got big enough to harvest, and the cabbage didn’t either – in fact, there are three or four cabbages still sitting in the big garden trying valiantly to get big. The winter didn’t kill them, so we’re going to let them grow and see if we can actually harvest a couple of them, which would be pretty neat.

The carrots are still in the raised bed where I planted them, and when I pulled a couple of them up last weekend, there were these tiny little carrots on the end of the stalks. I think I’m going to leave about half of those in the raised bed and see if they grow to harvesting size, and then plant fresh carrot seeds in the other half.

I kind of hoped that maybe the radishes survived the winter, but when I started pulling them up, there was nothing on the end of the stalks but some radish skin; I guess the radishes pretty much composted themselves over the winter.

Okay, enough yammering about the garden. Let’s get to the kittehs.

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Last week on Facebook I linked to Barking Deals, which is one of those sites like Groupon or Woot, where they offer daily (actually, I don’t think it’s every single day, but it’s several times a week, at least) deals on dog snacks and toys. At the time, I said “They need to have a site like this for cats.”

WELL HELLO, MEOWING DEALS! Do you hear the beep-beep-beep of the money truck backing up to that web site (not that a truck can actually back up to a web site, since web sites are made of glitter and magic, but you know what I mean.) When I claim poverty in a couple of months, you’ll be able to trace it directly back to this moment.

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Love & Hisses now has its own Facebook page, here. If I did it right, you can see it without having a Facebook account or being Facebook friends with me (not that I don’t think you should be FB friends with me, just not everyone wants to be friends with everyone, or so I’ve heard.)

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Do you see this face?


And this?


He looks SO relaxed, but we couldn’t lure that boy out of the guest bedroom for anything. I’ve let cats in to visit with him (Alice spent pretty much the entire day in there with him yesterday and Corbie went in several times) and he seems to like seeing them. So when I left the door open yesterday afternoon, I expected he’d be out exploring in no time.

Not so much. In fact, he stayed as far away from that door as he possibly could, and even though I left it wide open for two hours, he stayed on his bed and just watched the cats come and go.

Last night I said to Fred “I think I’m going to just leave the door open all day tomorrow and see if he’ll venture out.” What Fred heard was “Please open the door before you leave for work tomorrow morning and don’t tell me that you’ve done so, so that when I get up, I’ll see the door open and go on a frantic search for Rufus, finally finding him huddled under the couch.”

He’s still under the couch at the moment. If he’s still there in a couple of hours, I’ll pull him out and make sure he knows where his room (ie, the litter box and food bowls) is located. Hopefully he’ll see the other cats running around and won’t be able to stop himself from coming out to play with them.

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Oh, Maggie. When you gonna give us those babies?




She certainly likes the belly rubs, but I always feel bad for her when she flops over on her side and I immediately put my hand on her belly to feel the babies moving. She’s more than a baby machine, you know! She has hopes (“You’ll bring me snacks?”) and dreams (“You’ll hold the scratcher so it doesn’t slide while I sharpen my claws?”) too!

“This is so undignified. Just for that, I’m going to hold on to these babies for another week!”

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Tommy (left) and Elwood (right) snuggle up for the evening.

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2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “What’d you do, come up with some new exercise plan?” he asked.
2006: Why do I feel like an ass all of a sudden?
2005: Damn. He saw through my wily scheme!
2004: She stood and let it sink in, then turned and flounced off.
2003: No entry.
2002: Cat pee, by the way, is the vilest-smelling stuff on this planet.
2001: Don’t you hate it when someone tries to be reasonable in the midst of your tightly choreographed hissy fit?
2000: “Of course they do, they like soft toilet paper. It’s the mafia, babe!”

3/21/11 – Monday

Three more episodes of House watched on Friday, three more suggestions of Amyloidosis. For the love of god, do they mention it in every single episode and it just took me a super-long time to notice? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “3/21/11 – Monday”

Three more episodes of House watched on Friday, three more suggestions of Amyloidosis. For the love of god, do they mention it in every single episode and it just took me a super-long time to notice?

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On Saturday we went for a drive. Fred shopped for XBox games (but ultimately decided it would be cheaper to buy them from Amazon) and I wandered around the dollar store, then we picked up lunch and came home. We both puttered around the house for a few hours, and then he went into the living room to play a game on the XBox, and I went upstairs to visit with Maggie and read for a little while. After about 20 minutes of reading, I could barely keep my eyes open and ended up taking a two hour nap.

I was out cold for most of that two hours, and it was a GOOD nap.

Of course, Saturday night I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life, and when I was still tossing and turning at 1:30, I thought “I should just take a painkiller. THAT would knock me out!” So I did, and it did.

So let’s just say that Sunday, there was no nap in my afternoon, no matter how much I wanted it.

Before lunch, Fred loaded up the wheelbarrow with compost and potting soil and wheeled it over to the side porch, which is the perfect height to use as a potting station. I looked through our bag of peat pots and starter pots, and I did some math, and I concluded that we didn’t have enough peat pots and starter pots for the (doing math….) 80 plants I wanted to start (plus another 20 later this week – I’ve got tomato seeds on the way).

I thought and pondered, and then I remembered.

When Fred’s sister got eggs from him on Friday, she gave him egg cartons that she’d been saving. Some of them were styrofoam 18-egg containers.

I have no comment about the fact that Eggland’s Best eggs come from hens who are fed vegetarian diets despite the fact that hens are omnivores. Our hens will cut you for a worm.

And so I started my seeds in the styrofoam egg cartons despite the fact that I loathe styrofoam because our recycling center refuses to take it and thus it ends up in the landfill. Hey, at least this way it’s serving a useful purpose, right?


Fred, watering.

Fred’s got his work cut out for him next weekend – it’s time to top off my small raised beds and fill my large raised bed and put up a fence to keep the cats out of my raised beds, because I’m ready to plant my carrots, radishes, purslane, romaine, and spinach.

This is totally the best time of the year.

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Finally finally FINALLY I got my LG Optimus V from Virgin Mobile! So far, I think I like it. It was nice to be able to peruse Facebook when I was waiting for Fred to come out of GameStop the other day.

One thing is that the battery doesn’t last for shit. I’ve had to recharge it every single night, and I haven’t spent THAT much time on it. Another thing is that there’s apparently no damn such thing as Snood for the android NOR is there Bookworm, and those are my two favorite games. DAMNIT. This phone was supposed to make it so I didn’t need to carry my iPod Touch everywhere with me, but if I’ve got an appointment or will be sitting in line at the bank, I need my Snood and my Bookworm to keep me occupied.

On the other hand, the SWYPE texting tool is fairly easy to use, even for me, and flipping back and forth between screens is fairly easy for me to figure out.

I’ll try to remember to report back when I’ve had the phone a bit longer and have used it for real. I did talk to my brother for about an hour on it, and could hear him perfectly fine, so that’s a plus.

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“Lady, I find your food offerings tasty, but I’m not quite sure they’re good enough to induce me to provide little squalling poop machines for you just yet. I’ll think about it and get back to you.”

No babies yet – BUT, I can report that between Saturday and Sunday, I went from being able to feel faint movement in Maggie’s abdomen, to being able to feel very strong movement. I can also see her belly moving if I watch very closely.

Her appetite MAY have dropped off some. Fred and I were in there with her for a while yesterday afternoon, and she just let him rub her belly and never went over to the food bowl to eat. That’s a first!

So, we’ll see. I’m hoping it’s soon, but I’m not holding my breath!

Saturday, I tested out the camcorder function on my new phone. Takes a pretty good video, as it turns out.

I also took a couple of pictures with the camera and posted them on Facebook – you can see them here and here.

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I’m not sure why it is, but if I go in to visit with Rufus during the day, it only takes a minute or two for him to get up and come over to me and flop against me. However, if I go in to visit with him at night, he just lays where he is – usually under the bed – and watches me. Doesn’t come to me. MIGHT allow me to pet him, but then again maybe not. I’m not sure what’s going on in that little head of his.

“I likes to keep you guessing, lady.”

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I really think Miz Poo has a bit of a crush on Alice. The two of them can be found play-fighting, and I always thought Alice was the instigator, but the other morning Miz Poo kept following Alice around…


Alice flopped down for a bath, and Miz Poo flopped down next to her.

Then Miz Poo got flirty.

Then Miz Poo got grabby.

Then Miz Poo got all “I AM THE BOSS OF YOU!” and stomped off.

Later, Miz Poo was laying in the middle of the living room watching House with me (she really likes Wilson, and I can’t say as I blame her, hubba hubba) and Alice came running into the room, threw herself at Miz Poo, sat on her head, bit her on the shoulder, and then ran off while Miz Poo was still flailing around trying to figure out what happened.

I’m pretty sure the lesson here is that you don’t go messing with Alice or she’ll get you back when you least expect it.

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2010: I love me some Bookworms, if that wasn’t already obvious!
2009: No entry.
2008: “I think you mean ‘oaf’,” I said.
2007: That is a monster shredder.
2006: Someone kill me now. NOW.
2005: And THEN in the car on the way to Mom and Dad’s, I was thinking “Well, THAT was rude, to tell her she was being too loud!
2004: No entry.
2003: Miz Poo has an infection.
2002: And if you unsubscribe from the notify list? A reason for the unsubscription is neither necessary, required, nor desired. Thanks so much.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.

3/18/11 – Friday

Good lord, I’ve been so lazy this week. I did go to the grocery store on Tuesday to pick up a few things, and apparently that was just too much for my delicate self to handle, because I’ve hardly done a single thing since. Lots of TV-watching, and I’ve been cross-stitching again for the first … Continue reading “3/18/11 – Friday”

Good lord, I’ve been so lazy this week. I did go to the grocery store on Tuesday to pick up a few things, and apparently that was just too much for my delicate self to handle, because I’ve hardly done a single thing since. Lots of TV-watching, and I’ve been cross-stitching again for the first time in about a year and a half, visiting with Maggie and Rufus in their respective rooms several times a day, but other than that? Nada.

I think when a show like Extreme Couponing sounds like a show I want to check out, I might be watching too much TV.

I’m feeling lots better these days, but the end of the day swelling is more than a little annoying. I’m still putting the compression garment (the one that compresses my arms and chest) on at night and then taking it off in the morning, and wearing a sports bra during the day. My neck is still saggy and bothers me to look at in the mirror but I found this page so soothing that I bookmarked it and am going back to re-read it several times a day because I’m a dork.

The waiting is the motherfucking hardest part, yo.

I have been cooking dinner all this week, I guess that’s something. I made a New England Boiled Dinner for dinner yesterday because it was St. Patrick’s Day, of course. (The recipe is like this one, but the one I actually follow is in a Marjorie Standish cookbook that my mother gave me, oh, 20+ years ago. It’s the best cookbook ever, is what it is. I use way more veggies in my New England Boiled Dinner, and the one linked above doesn’t include onions. In fact, I’ll probably still be eating the veggies long after the corned beef is gone.)

So, that’s the state of me. Watching too much TV, doing some cross-stitching, and waiting for those damn baby kittens to be born!

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I don’t mind snakes so much as spiders. Had you had a picture of a huge, black spider on your tree, I would have freaked out. Brrrrr……. Even seeing a picture of a spider makes me itch. 🙂

Oh, just you wait. Spring is here, there’ll be plenty of pictures of creepy crawlies in the months ahead to keep you shuddering!

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SHITSHITSHIT!!!! I didn’t realize the fuckers CLIMB TREES!!! Oh, God…that is HORRIFYING. If I came across that while going about my business, it wouldn’t matter if it was poisonous or not (and really…who stops to actually check??) because I’d shit, then die.

This made me LOL. The only reason I mentioned that it wasn’t poisonous is because I knew SOMEONE out there would want to know. And Newt was spending so much time staring up at the damn thing that I wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to get annoyed and turn around and bite and kill him.

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1) the snake is creepy, even if he is non-venomous. 2) have you seen this? 17 things about cats? Pretty interesting post from our local humane society – http://theoatmeal.com/comics/cat_know 3) you have some namesakes. My foster cats, who I refused to name lest they become permanent residents, well I started calling the girl kitty Bessie for some reason and then once I realized what I was doing, I had to name her brother Fred. They are both very cute, but Bessie definitely prefers to stay in her bedroom/my office and away from any strange people or dogs. Fred is more adventuresome, and luckily for him – very quick. And I guess they are now permanents.

The snake was WAY creepy – it was like that scene they cut from The Exorcist where she spiderwalks down the stairs. (Warning: CREEPY LINK HERE.) Just all kinds of wrong.

I had seen that link at The Oatmeal and think it’s pretty interesting.

And awwww, we have kittens named after us! Pictures, please?

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When my cat Misty had her babies, she was all over the place the day before and morning of labor. She was jumping from one place to the next and was very restless. I had to report for jury duty the morning she had them so I missed the action but I knew it was coming because she lost her mucus plug (which I found on my pillow!!!), when I came home she met me at the door (very unusual) and gave me a “I’m a proud mama come look at what I did” look. She led me to the birthing box and hopped in and got on top of them. I was only gone for about 4 hours, so she must have started popping them out right after I left.

Truly, the only two things I remember about Kara giving birth is that I knew it was happening because I found the mucus plug on the floor. And then she pursed her lips at me (I kid you not, every time she had a contraction, she pursed her lips at me. I wish like hell I’d gotten a picture of that, because I’d never known a cat could do that). So far, Maggie has done nothing but greet me at the door every time I go into her room, talks to me until I sit down, gets some petting, and then goes over to the food bowl to eat. I hope she’s not getting bored in there! I can occasionally hear her playing, so she’s amusing herself somewhat.

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Maggie sounds like AFLAC MAGGIE!

Indeed she does! She’s getting more talkative, too, I need to make another movie. She cracks me UP.

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I’ve been jonesing to start seeds but the news says that atomic dust particles will be coming our way (to the northwest coast) from the four Japanese reactors. It’s killed my enthusiasm to plant!

Aww, come on. Don’t you want to see what kind of mutant shit you’ll grow? (I’m keeping it light, obviously, but that all kinds of sucks.)

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Robyn, you really need to link to Nance in tomorrow’s post, just to make sure nobody misses out on the hilarity of the HoHo cake. I’m still dabbing my eyes and trying to catch my breath!

Here ’tis. I have to say, it might look like crap, but I bet you anything it was very tasty!

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The iPad is basically an oversized iPod Touch. In fact, we refer to our touches as iPad Nanos 😉

That is actually what I want an iPad for, to replace my iPod Touch! I’d like something with a larger screen to watch TV shows and videos on, and to catch up on blog reading. It’d certainly never replace my netbook, I love that thing too much!

I don’t use my iPod to listen to songs or podcasts on, because it was so expensive I’m scared I’ll break it. Instead, when I’m doing housework or working in the garden, I listen to podcasts on a Sansa SanDisk I bought at Woot. They had them for a pretty good price at one point, so I bought one and a backup just in case. It’s so small and light that I can just clip it to the front of my shirt and not worry about dropping it on the ground.

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All I could think of when seeing these pictures was, “Do chickens swim?”

They don’t swim, but they wade! I’m sure they were wishing they were ducks last week, though.

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Happy Virtual Anniversary (this would be year 15, right?)

That’s right, it’s been 15 years since Fred and I met online. And the day went by with neither of us remembering it. In fact when I said the next day “You didn’t even wish me a happy 15th anniversary!”, he had NO idea I was talking about the anniversary of the day we met. He thought I was referring to our wedding anniversary, and he thought we hadn’t been married that long (he was right, it’ll be 13 years this Halloween), but he shrugged and wished me a happy 15th anyway. Heh.

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Since you’ve been talking about the LG Optimus V from Virgin Mobile, you’ve got me interested. Can you tell me what’s great about this particular phone and using Virgin mobile? We have Sprint. I mainly use my phone for emergencies and hardly ever make calls. I like the fact that Virgin offers unlimited text, data, etc with little talk minutes. I currently pay $15/mo for my basic no text phone (yep that old). But my husband got it at a great deal years and years ago. I’m ready to upgrade, I think!

What mostly put me over the edge about the phone was looking at the reviews on the Virgin Mobile website – you can check them out here. It’s rated much higher by users than any of their other phones, and the reviews are pretty much glowing. I’m a little iffy about the fact that it doesn’t have a pull-out QWERTY keyboard (which is my favorite feature about the phone I have now), but I’m certainly willing to give it a try. Since I’ve been dying for a smartphone since the iPhone came out, but have always balked at the monthly fees for those things, I am VERY excited at the idea of having one.

And mine will be here later today! CANNOT WAIT!

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Just put his name on the permanent residents list and when Fred notices say “this old thing? He’s been there forever!”

I’ll make no bones about it – I do want to adopt Corbie and keep him here forever and ever. I’m having a hard time convincing Fred of that, though, which I ask you: is that fair? I think NOT. I’m sure Fred will cave sooner or later if he knows what’s good for him, but hell – I certainly don’t have to tell him every-damn-thing that goes on around here, do I? I could always shrug and say “I dunno! I guess no one wants him!”

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I am betting you Maggie holds out for a good long time. As much as I love little teeny tiny baby kitties, I think she has figured out that *this* is THE LIFE. Food, personal servants, more food, tummy scritches, her own private guest room and bath… I mean really, why mess that up with kids? 🙂

She’s no dummy, that’s for sure! She’s already figured out that sometimes when I go into the closet of the foster room (I keep that door closed, because I don’t want her to go in there to give birth, I want her to do it in the foster room itself!), sometimes I come out with a can of food that I then open and put onto a plate for her. When I have to go into the closet for any reason, she stands right there and quacks at me ’til I come back out. If I’m not carrying a can of cat food, she sits down on the floor and glares at me. She’s such a character.

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“I shall ignore you until you bring me the canned food. You bring me the canned food, I’ll think about possibly finding you a kitten or six.”

I think I haven’t mentioned this, but Maggie is foster number 144 (I’m assuming I counted right and haven’t forgotten anyone, which is entirely possible). If she has six babies, that will put us at a grand total of 150!

(But, y’know, no pressure or anything, Maggie!)

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Rufus, snuggling with my dirty sock and giving me the attitude.

Thinkin’ deep thoughts.


Rufus has finally felt comfortable enough around me that yesterday when I went in to hang out with him, instead of running under the bed to hide and then slowly coming out to flop against me like he usually does, he kept playing. He did eventually come over to me for snuggles, but I like that he finished playing first.

Now we need to work on getting him a little more relaxed. I’d like to let him out into the house because I think he gets bored in that room alone. Corbie did go in to say hi for a while yesterday, but I think having lots of cats and toys to play with is just what he needs. He’s still enough of a scaredy cat that I don’t want to let him loose in the house, though – he’d probably just hide under the couch and never come out. Maybe by the middle of the week next week we can let him out for a short roam and see how it goes.

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Joe Bob say, “Hel-LO laydeez! How YOU doin’?!”

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2010: Cat questions, answered.
2009: I don’t know what on earth ever made him think that my desire for plastic surgery has anything at all to do with the level of love he might feel for me, silly man, but bless his big bald pointed head for giving it the ol’ college try.
2008: Sadie’s like the older, tolerant sister who puts up with the brat.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No doubt she wishes I’d leave her the hell alone and just let her SLEEP, GODDAMNIT.
2004: I’m known for my dumbassery, though.
2002: Good riddance to boring characters, I say.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.