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5/20/10 – Thursday

by @ Thursday, May 20th, 2010. Filed under Crooked Acres, Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

Sights from around Crooked Acres.


The garden, from the front left corner toward the back right corner. Like I said, there’s not much there yet. (That red building is the garden shed.)


The garden, from the back toward the front (that house you see belongs to our next door neighbor. Our land is in kind of an “L” shape, so our garden is behind their house).


This year, we’re growing Oca. I’ve never grown or even eaten it before, so I hope it’s good!


The garden shed and the orchard. I use the word “orchard” lightly.


A baby pear growing on one of the pear trees (we also have peaches, apples, and plums. Maybe this year we’ll actually GET some fruit from those trees).


Muscadine vine. We originally had two muscadine plants – one died, this one’s thriving.


Baby muscadines!


“HEY! Quit lookin’ at the muscadines and come give me some pettin’!”


Poor ol’ Charlie, with the twisted-up toes.


Copper Marans rooster. Headed off to Freezer Camp one of these days.


Copper Marans rooster and his wimmins.


I don’t know what kind of rooster this is, but Fred’s decided we’ll be keeping him around for a while.


Three broody Buff Orpington hens, sitting on eggs. These three are from our original batch of 12, which we got three years ago.


This is the back side of the big coop out in the back forty. That little tan addition on the back side of the coop was meant to be a dog house where George and Gracie could get in out of the bad weather. However, the dogs used it ONCE, and never again no matter how much Fred begged, cajoled, and climbed in there to show them how super-fun it could be. It appears those two damn dogs enjoy them some bad weather. After much nagging from me, Fred finally turned it into a maternity coop. It is my goal – nay, my DREAM – to get all the goddamn chickens out in the same yard, so that those two dogs up there? They can do their jobs and protect ALL the chickens. In a perfect world, we’ll figure out how the hell to get the blue coop out there so that the broody hens and their babies can have a decent coop and a small fenced-in yard and still be protected by the dogs. Maybe someday we’ll be able to be away from the house at dusk without Fred worrying himself gray about the chickens.

 

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It’s funny – if I pick up and snuggle Miz Poo or Elwood and then pick up and snuggle a Bookworm, I practically end up accidentally tossing the Bookworm over my shoulder, they’re so light compared to the grown cat.

But if I pick up a Rescuee (that’s what I’m calling them, the Rescuees. Cydney, who’s another Challenger’s House foster mom as well as the sister of the woman who gave me sweet little Franco, suggested that name for the group – since they were also rescued from an engine block, behind a wall, and a cage at the vet’s, it fits pretty well, and it rolls off the tongue a lot more smoothly than “The 99s”!) and then pick up a Bookworm, I feel like I’m about to throw out my back, since the Rescuees weigh about 1/4 of what the Bookworms do.

Between the Rescuees and the Bookworms, my home is awash in sweet kittens. And I’d have it no other way!


Franco checks out the green tube.


Sheila keeps an eye on one of her brothers.


Franco looks like a wee bear cub, doesn’t he? And Gavin CLEARLY does not approve.


Gavin is killing me with that stink eye he’s shooting at Franco.


Gavin’s all “THIS ARE MY TOY YOU GO AWAY NOW PLEASE.”


Gavin examining the inside of the green tube, while Garrity checks out the toys.


Gavin’s aghast at the intrusion from Franco. “Sir, I am in MY PRIVATE ABODE, you cannot just PEER through the windows at me! Gendarme! Arrest this man for invasion of privacy!”

 

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“What doin’, lady?”


Rhyme, balanced on the end of my bed and staring up at the ceiling fan.


Rhyme, trying to decide where to go from here.

 

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Maxi, trying to look innocent.

 

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Previously
2009: Way to look ferocious and defend those chickens, puppies.
2008: And I’m sure there’ll be plenty o’ bitching.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: It is, in fact, a happy-go-lucky-shpadoinkle-dy daaaaaaaaaaaaay.
2004: First day with the new brain, you know.
2003: So, Fred got it into his head a few weeks ago that he wanted a kayak.
2002: And further, you don’t get to be indignant and hurt when they act pissed off and boo you off the stage.
2001: No entry.
2000: Yesterday, I sneezed twenty-three times in a row. Fucking allergies.

5/19/10 – Wednesday

by @ Wednesday, May 19th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

The many faces of Gavin.


“HA HA HA you guys! I’m in the condo on the top of the cat tree and it’s all mine and you can’t have it! HA HA!”


“So there.”

 

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The Bookworms live a sad and stress-filled life. NOT.


“HA HA HA, you guys! I get to snuggle with Jake, and YOU don’t have anyone to snuggle with!”

 

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Smilin’ Joe.

 

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Previously
2009: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2008: With my bionic legs and arms I’ll just be able to prove it much more easily.
2007: No entry.
2006: And we might have expected Mommy/ Whatever to tell the Little Prince “no” and, well, we can’t have THAT.
2005: We’re foster parents.
2004: Because WHY HAD IT NOT OCCURRED TO ME TO THROW MYSELF DOWN THE MOUNTAIN TO AVOID THE CONCERT???
2003: The words “ass ugly” were invented to describe these shoes.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: She hasn’t claimed boredom since.

5/5/10 – Wednesday (kittehs!)

by @ Wednesday, May 5th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Picture Entries

Paula’s walking in honor of Jane‘s Jugs on Mother’s Day to raise money for breast cancer services. Get your butt over yonder and sponsor her!

 

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While you’re gettin’, get thee over to Ms. Darkstar’s and enter her giveaway!

 

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“I YAM A FEARSOME MONSTER! HEAR ME ROAR!”


“NO WAY, I AM THE FEARSOME BEAST AROUND HERE! I DOES ALL THE ROARING!”


“Rowr.”


“Rowr?”


“Rowr, I say!”


“Rowr!”


“That is some lame and sad and pathetic roaring! I AM THE FEARSOME BEAST! HEAR ME ROAR!”


::wheeze::

 

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Today, a couple of movies for you, both of them featuring Reacher. In the first one, he’s tussling with Bolitar and being a drama queen.

And in the second one, you get to hearing my annoying baby-talk voice as I continually ask Reacher if he’s the baby. I love his response – which, of course, is why I keep asking!

 

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“Nice eye booger, Loony Jake.”
“Thanks. I’m saving it for later.”

 

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Previously
2009: And speaking of our house and smells, whoever thought it would be a good idea to put the air intake vent for the downstairs air/ heating system directly across the hall from the bathroom?
2008: If that man cripples me with the sledgehammer, y’all make sure he gets me the LUXURY wheelchair.
2007: No entry.
2006: “Motherfucker say WHAT? You wanna prance?”
2005: Did you know you could use it to relieve muscle soreness, as a plant fertilizer, and as a laxative?
2004: Okay, girlfriend? Just how fucking stupid ARE you?
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: God, please tell me when I was 19 I didn’t sound that much like an airhead…

4/14/10 – Wednesday (kitties!)

by @ Wednesday, April 14th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

Last weekend, after the Bookworms had finished up their medication, and I was sure that their litter box leavings were as they should be (ie, solid), we opened the door and set them free to roam the house.

(They haven’t been Combo tested yet – we (the shelter manager and I) decided to wait to have them tested until they’re three months old, since if they were tested right now they very well could come up FIV positive because their mother was. Given a little more time, they may come up negative on the first test, which means we could have them neutered and shoot ’em over to Petsmart to be snatched up immediately. And since all our cats are up to date on their vaccinations, I’m not worried about them catching anything from the kittens.)

The Bookworms really really enjoyed having more room to roam. At first they were like “THERE’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD OUT THERE!”, and then they were like “Hey! Other kitties!” and then “Hey, those other kitties are mean!”

Jake and Elwood dedicated the first couple of days to making sure the ‘worms knew just who was in charge around here (funny, Jake and Elwood think THEY are in charge, but I suspect the older cats would disagree with THAT), and since then, they’ve calmed down and aren’t harassing the babies too much.


“What’s he doing?”
“He said he was licking his toes.”
“What’s a ‘toes’?”
“I don’t know.”


“Hi, Mister!”


“I said ‘Hi, Mister’ to him, and he didn’t say anything.”
“Maybe he didn’t hear you. Let me try. HI, Mister!”
“…”
“Nope, nothing.”


“Hi, Mister! Hi! Whatcha doin’, Mister? You wanna play with us? We found a mouse and we was batting it around, but one of the big cats came and took it away from us, then hissed and smacked at us. That was mean, we just wanna play. You wanna play? Huh, Mister?”


They really like the coffee table in the front room. Bolitar was hanging out there with his back end up on the lower shelf of the table and his front paws on the floor when Reacher wandered by.


“YOU GO AWAY. THIS ARE MY SHELF NOT YOURS!”


Maxi’s not a fan of the kittens. At ALL. She growls if she even sees one.


“What’s HER problem?”


Corbett got flirty with Jake.


“Hi, Mister! Hi! HI! Hiiiii!”


“Hi, Mister! Whatcha doin’? You takin’ a bath, Mister? You have nice long whiskers, Mister. I have short whiskers, but that’s ’cause I’m little. The Lady says when I get bigger, I’ll have pretty long whiskers like you. I can’t wait! I want to have long whiskers too!”


“::sigh:: You sure are purty, Mister.”

 

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Beanie asked yesterday if Maura’s doing okay after her extra treats and special food went away. The answer is that yes, she’s doing just fine. She hasn’t complained at me at all, she’s not howling at the door in anger, she’s just happy to see me show up and hang out, and just as fine with me leaving. I am not kidding when I tell you that she’s one laid-back cat. Last night when I went into the room to hang out with her, Jake ran into the room. I didn’t chase him down and toss him out because I wanted to see how she’d react to him. She ran over and sniffed at him, then sat in the middle of the room and watched him run around and sniff everything. No hissing, no growling, no food aggressiveness on her part. She was fine with having him in there. Which makes me look forward to getting done with her medication and getting the all-clear from the vet so she can have the run of the house. I suspect that if the kittens ran up to her and jumped on her and batted at her, she’d just lay there and watch them.

 

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Suggie on the Ham-Mick!

 

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Previously
2009: Am I alone in this belief, or am I the only one on earth who didn’t know that the Easter Bunny laid ten million eggs (and candy items) before delivering them to the bad little heathens of the world?
2008: Places where the Feliway bottle is NOT
2007: No entry.
2006: God save me from the permed ‘fro.
2005: Why do I bother to make New Year’s resolutions, I ask you?
2004: Bastard.
2003: “That’s right, you LITTLE SHIT, get the hell out of here!” I yelled, stomping at him.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Not much of an entry.

4/2/10 – Friday

by @ Friday, April 2nd, 2010. Filed under Crooked Acres, Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

As promised – more George and Gracie pics than you can handle.

Can you HANDLE the G&G? Let’s see!


I wanted to get a shot of them sitting side by side, but they were WAY too excited about the fact that we were both out there to sit calmly and let me shoot some pictures.


Galumphing over for some love.


Gracie, out standing in her field.


Gracie in the front, and George way in the back.


There’s a freakin’ stream, basically, flowing through the middle of the back forty. Fred and George and I were on the other side of the stream, and Fred called to Gracie. She thought about it, headed for the stream…


LEAP!


“Aw, shucks, ’tweren’t nothin’.”


Hello, gorgeous.


Did I mention, gorgeous?


Gracie, keeping an eye on the horses on the next property over. Note all the discarded fur on the ground at her feet. Fred had just brushed them both.


::thlurrrp::


Clearly miserable.


Not excited at all.

 

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“I HAZ A COMPLAINT HE IS BITING ME MAKE HIM STOOOOOOOOOP!”


“Ah, yeah. Right there. That’s the spot!” (Oy, the kitten lips. Kill me!)


Keeping an eye on his brudders.


“Psst! Okay, Mr. Mousie, I’m going to run over and howl at her and distract her by thinking I’m all hungry, YOU run to freedom and then tonight come back and break me out, okay?”


“COMPLAINTS. I HAZ SOME.” Debbie mentioned last week that in a picture of Rhyme, it looks like the color in his eyes is cut in half down the middle of his iris’. I see light blue on the inside and dark blue on the outside of his eyes, it might be the lighting or something but it looks pretty neat! I think you might be right, Debbie – there’s definitely a line down the center of his eye, and it does look like the color’s slightly different on each side. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before in a kitten. That’s VERY neat!

 

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Miz Poo, snoozing in the sun.

 

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Previously
2009: “THTOP calling her a bad mother! She is a good mother! I luff her!”
2008: It smelled like evil.
2007: I think you can imagine our happiness.
2006: No entry.
2005: Always/ Sometimes/ Never
2004: Erin should be more concerned with the fact that he’s been killing people and burying them in the back yard and less with his lying.
2003: I believe there’s a seat in the ass-singe section with my name on it.
2002: Sucks to be her.
2001: “Fuuuuuuuuck,” he said.
2000: Don’t come back here looking for no entry, my friends.

4/1/10 – Thursday

by @ Thursday, April 1st, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

New month, new banner! This was created by the wonderful Christine, who’s done most of my banners lately. It’s perfectly adorable and spring-y, isn’t it?

Thanks, Christine!!!

 

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Random dogs and other stuff.

The guy who lives about quarter of a mile down the road from us has these two dogs. Sometimes the dogs are contained in a little shelter, but more often they’re out running around. They like to come down to our property for some reason and sniff around, even though George and Gracie lose their MINDS when they see these dogs coming. They do that big, deep, scary Great Pyr bark, and these dogs always haul ass when G&G bark at them. And yet, they keep coming back.

I’ve tried to get them to come to me (to be honest, if I could get my hands on them, I’d at the very least drag them off to be neutered), but the instant they see a human, they run off.


I think this one’s awfully cute.

There’s another dog, a big white one, that belongs to the people who live five houses or so down the road. Apparently he and the other two are great friends. Check out the frolic action going on.

I know, you want to see George and Gracie pics. Just hold on – I’ve got more George and Gracie pics than you can imagine, and I’ll post ’em tomorrow!

 

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After we walked along the river in Nearville last weekend, we walked up through the historic district and admired all the big old houses.

Can you believe I only took two pictures of houses? I can’t! The picture of that white one does not do it justice at all. It was ADORABLE.

 

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Back before we got Maura, when all we knew was that we were getting a pregnant cat, we thought she might have her kittens immediately (HA HA HA). I know that cats like dark places to give birth, and we don’t have blinds or shades on the windows in the foster room, so I came up with a temporary solution. That’s right, I taped PAPER to the windows. (Could have been worse, right? Could have been newspaper or foil.)

It’s working for now, but Kathy visited last week, and told me that they sell temporary shades at Walmart and Target that would probably work better. I guess she wasn’t impressed by my klassy solution. Hee. I’ll be looking for those temporary shades as soon as I can get my butt to Walmart!


Nothing to see here. Move along.

 

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“What?”


What is it about a belly rub that makes some cats begin to vigorously groom themselves?


Stripes!


Lap o’ kittens.


“I! HAZ! A! COMPLAINT!”

 

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In or out? Out or in? They can’t seem to decide, but they don’t mind making me stand there and hold the screen door for them while they ponder.

 

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Previously
2009: Fred giggled helplessly. Which somehow did not help.
2008: However, I don’t subscribe to the “only pick it up if it’s heads up!” theory of thought.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: There’s a saying that men make plans and god laughs.
2004: No entry.
2003: Won’t be happening in my lifetime, thanks.
2002: No entry.
2001: I get the weirdest freakin’ referrals to my site.
2000: No entry.

3/31/10 – Wednesday

by @ Wednesday, March 31st, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

Photo entries all this week in an effort to clear off my hard drive. Of course, I keep taking pictures, so that’s not helping at all.

 

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The Problem with Warm & Sunny Days.


The problem with warm and sunny days


is that the cats hate when it’s warm and sunny. Hate it.


…loathe…


…despise….


…detest…


…abhor…


…scorn…


I mean, come on.


Seriously.


Have you ever seen such miserable cats in your entire life?


No one should have to live like this.

 

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“There are no babies here. Move along. Wait. Bring me a snack and THEN move along.”

 

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A rare shot of all four. Corbett’s refusing to look at the camera, though. Brat.


::thlurrrp::


He may be little, but Corbett is old enough to enjoy a good fart joke. He’s weak with laughter. WEAK, I tell you!


Sweet pink kitten belly? Check.
Kitten toes? Present and accounted for.
Kitten wondering how he got in this particular position? Got it.
Second kitten clearly thinking “Just what in tarnation is going ON back there?!” All set.
World domination to commence in 3…2…1…


Reacher notes that that talon is a leeeeettle too close to his eye. Luckily, he’s got cat-like reflexes (ha!) and was able to close that eye before any eyeball-poking could happen.


Oy, the stripes!

 

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Previously
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.

3/29/10 – Monday

by @ Monday, March 29th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life, Picture Entries

All this week, in honor of the fact that I have a million and seventy-three pictures sitting on my hard drive waiting to be shared with you lucky people, I am going to do all-picture entries.

You’re welcome!

 

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Signs of spring – and pics from around Crooked Acres and beyond.


We were going to Nearville yesterday to walk along the river, and as we drove down the highway, I saw a coyote sitting by a large patch of undergrowth, calmly grooming him/herself. “That – there – coyote!” I sputtered at Fred. “Just sitting there! Grooming himself!” Fred turned the car around, and we slowly drove by the spot where I’d seen the coyote. Of course, the instant the poor thing saw us slowwwwly driving by, he jumped up and fled.


Hawk over the chicken yard.


Cardinal, wondering if I’m ever going to fill up the damn bird feeders.


MOCK!


Ever vigilant.


“What YOU lookin’ at, lady?”


The river we walked along yesterday. We’ve kayaked here extensively in the past. We haven’t been kayaking in a few years, but we’re definitely going to be doing it this year.

 

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“Really? You’re sure you want to try touching the belly again? Are you unaware that I have razor-sharp claws and I KNOW HOW TO USE THEM?”

 

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I had no idea when I bought this carrier that it was going to be such a huge amount of fun for the babies. Best toy EVER, apparently!


“That’s right, I done it, copper. I done it, and I’d do it again. I was loopy on catnip, no judge in the world is going to convict me. They’ll send me to rehab, I’ll come out clean and UNREPENTANT. So get out those cuffs and slap ’em on, I AIN’T SCARED.”


“What’s going on over THERE?”


“I wants to climb Mt. Carrier, but I needs a nap first…”

 

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“::fume:: They think I don’t KNOW there’s a pea under there. They think I don’t KNOW they don’t believe that I am of royal descent. When I am back in my castle, I will order all their deaths, and I will laugh and laugh and laaaaaaaaugh. Testing the patience of King Spanky. PEASANTS.”

 

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Previously
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.

3/3/10 – Wednesday

by @ Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010. Filed under Crooked Acres, Life, Picture Entries

The snow is gone – it was gone by early afternoon – and what remains is muddy muddy mud. And it’s kinda cold. The air, I mean. Well, I assume the mud is cold as well.

There’s nothing going on ’round these parts, so here – some pictures I’ve been saving to share with y’all. I think I took them about a month ago (before surgery, at any rate), just so y’all know I really AM still taking it easy, I wasn’t out traipsing around with the camera yesterday.


I saw this little colander at TJ Maxx and really liked it for some reason, so bought it and brought it home to put the eggs that are too small to sell in. Of course, we get a lot more small eggs in the course of a day than we’ll use in that same day, so they tend to build up, and when Fred was making dinner last week, one of the eggs toward the bottom was rotten, so now that colander lives in the fridge.

But I still really like it, no matter where it lives.


Birds in the tree outside the computer window.


One of our Light Brahmas. You probably can’t tell from the picture, but these chickens are HUGE.


Pretty rooster of an unknown breed.


This rooster stood there on one foot for ages. Mud = cold feet.


“What?”


“Whatcha doin’ there, Bob?”
“STANDING ON ONE FOOT, WHAT’S IT TO YOU?!”


I took some leftover scones out to the dogs. They’re so funny – George will just stand right there and eat whatever you give him, but Gracie takes whatever the snack of the moment is, and runs off. Probably so George won’t steal it from her.


::CHOMP::


Miss Stinky in her porthole window. She’s the only cat I’ve ever seen in that window; I wonder if she’s the only one who’s figured out that she can get there from the mantel.

 

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Previously
2009: “LAYDEES,” he crows. “I SAY! CAN I GET SOME LOVIN’?”
2008: That, my friends, is a powerful stench. And it wasn’t a pleasant one.
2007: No entry.
2006: “MmmHMMM, I KNEW that was going to happen, the dumb bitch was lifting shit long before she was supposed to!”
2005: By the way, Erika: who watches your kids while you’re busy reading PEOPLE and firing off those indignant letters?
2004: Have I mentioned that I adore my DVR?
2003: Ah, you poor damn AOL users.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: See? I always say “Thank you” to the freaking servers at fast food places. Yet all I get in return is rudeness.

2/25/10 – Thursday

by @ Thursday, February 25th, 2010. Filed under Life, Picture Entries

Dudes! Remember how yesterday he was all “Who in the what, now? Refi rates have hit what? Is that good or bad? WHERE can I find out more information about this refi stuff?!”?

TODAY, he’s all “Motherfucker say what? I have to go back to SCHOOL now? Social Security ain’t gonna pay me for going to no SCHOOL! How’m I gonna afford SCHOOL?!”

I think he’s really hit his niche with that look.

 

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You know, I have really been doing nothing at all lately except laying on the couch watching TV, and sometimes sitting on my ass in front of the computer.

(And directing Fred on what to do to keep the house semi-clean.)

So I has nothing for you today, and also I am going to be leaving for a little while to . Thus, a series of cat pictures. It’s been a LONG time since that, huh? Like, an entire day! You lucky readers!

We got Jake and Elwood what, back in… August? Mid-August, apparently, which I’ve determined by checking the dates on the pictures I posted of them on Flickr.

So we got them in August, and for these last six months, we’ve been waiting. And waiting. Annnnd waiting. We knew it was just a matter of time before they figured out how to use the cat door. They’ve been spending a lot of time hanging out by the back door watching the big cats go out and come in and sniffing wildly at the door.

Then Saturday, Fred said “I see Jake outside!”

The time had come. We dug through our baskets of odds and ends and collared up both Jake and Elwood.

For those of you who don’t know, we have an electric fence around the back yard so the cats can go outside but can’t get out of the yard. If the cats get too close to the fence, their collars sound a warning beep. If they continue to get closer to the fence, they get a short zap. It usually only takes being zapped once. They’re pretty smart, they figure it out quickly. Not all the cats need collars – Miz Poo and Spanky have never once tried climbing over the fence. We used to put a collar on Kara, but she showed no inclination to go anywhere near the fence, so we don’t collar her anymore and have had no issues with her jumping the fence. Sugarbutt and Tommy, on the other hand, will jump the fence in no time flat (especially Tommy) if they’re uncollared, so we collar them up every morning. The only cat who never goes outside is Stinkerbelle – it’s not that she’s not allowed outside, it’s that she hasn’t shown any inclination to go outside, and since I imagine we’d be taking our lives in our hands every morning when we put the collar on her, I’m just as happy to have her stay inside.

Jake and Elwood didn’t like wearing collars at ALL, but they got used them within a few hours. Jake was in and out through that cat door like a champ. He spent most of his time on the steps or near the steps. Elwood? Not really much of a desire to go outside, oddly enough. We’re still collaring him up every morning, just in case, but maybe he’s decided he’s an indoor cat.


Jake, peeking through the door.


Happy Jake, at the bottom of the steps.


I don’t remember what it was, but something freaked Jake out.


But he got over it pretty quickly.

He stuck close to the back steps for most of the day, but the next morning I looked out and saw him hanging from the tree in the back yard (the tree has a piece of metal around it, about six feet up. The cats can climb up the tree a little, and hang there, but the metal prevents them from climbing too high.)

I think it’s hilarious that Jake is in and out all day long, but Elwood is really not all that interested in going out. Maybe he’s just a little scared and needs some time to get used to the idea. Who knows?

It’s VERY odd, seeing two little gray cats around the house wearing red collars. Elwood was curled up sound asleep yesterday, and I glanced at him, and he looked SO much like Mister Boogers that it took my breath away.

 

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Previously
2009: I have so much to learn.
2008: “Well,” I said. “You really hit the fuckup trifecta this weekend, didn’t you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “That’s all she had to say! A simple ‘thank you’ would have made Doug as happy as a sissy with a dick in his mouth!”
2004: This DOES NOT STRIKE ME as a government that is staying the FUCK out of my face!
2003: A Day in the Life of Miz Poo.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Ahhh, sweet blessed Friday.

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