12 posts tagged “cat”
*takes deep breath*
There....now for the expiration.....
Yes, I amuse myself constantly
But, seriously, folks, it's cold, wet and dreary and I am going to sponge paint my kitchen today. I am, I am, I really am.
But, first, I felt that I should contribute to Vox, since I have been neglecting it lately. Here's a few recent pics from my life. w00ty t00t t00t! :D
We always call Toffee "Toffee Lou Who" after she gets her Spring Haircut. :D
Have a good day, friends!
Hello, all!
There is nothing like an impending snowstorm to get me out and moving about. I am a person motivated not by self, but by circumstances. The fact that we are to get heavy snow in the next two days gets me all excited and I start "doing stuff". I filled bird feeders, I moved more firewood closer to the door. It is possible that I should have lived out my life in Alaska, where the weather would motivate me even more.
But, now to the poop. While I was out feeding the goats and chickens, and getting them all tucked in for the snowstorm I decided to pick up the dog turds in the yard. Get 'em while the snow is melted, that's my motto. So, whilst getting my own pack of dogs' turds, I went into the goat yard to pick up a very suspicious looking turd that was out there.
The goats and chickens are very thoughtful, and their deposits are tiny and well scattered (for the most part) and require very little in the way of "pickup". But, this fresh turd right outside the goat house where the goats and chickens sleep was disconcerting. It looked like it very well could have belonged to a carnivore, most likely a fox. Luckily, the goats protect the chickens from raccoons, and foxes and other critters. But, I thought (picking up dog turds makes for some great thinking time), I should probably remove this turd from the goat yard in case the visitor thought he was marking his territory by leaving it there. Moreover, I thought (JUST thought), still picking up turds, that maybe I should go take a crap where he did to show him it's MY territory. Happily, that was just a passing, though smileprovoking thought.
Ok, that's about all.
Here's a picture of our guest bedroom for the month of February. My parents go the Florida for the whole month, and their cat, Max, stays with us. He gets his own room, but the first couple of days our cats and Max have to get reacquainted.
Note the chair pulled up to the window for Max's outdoor viewing pleasure when we are not home.
Edit.....AmyH! Look how much Pinto and Elvis look alike!!! Twinses!
*waves the magic wand of "Creation" and posts this funnee from ICHC*
Here is Murray playing with his imaginary friend on the freshly made bed.
And, in pure HRT, Tuxkit fashion, Murray and Pinto square off:
Tai chi Cat says Yerss to motivashuns!
....is Upright.
....and disapproving of
Youthful Trouble Cat:
I just received this in my inbox. LOL!!
-----Original Message-----
This was
actually a letter which Ellen read on her TV
show
Tuesday...........
"So, we had this great 10
year old cat named Jack who just recently died.
Jack was a great cat and
the kids would carry him around and sit on him and
nothing ever bothered
him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on
this
mat in our
bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story
they were 4 years old,
3
years old and 1 year old. The middle
one is Eli. Eli really loves chap
stick. LOVES it. He kept asking to
use my chap stick and then losing it.
So finally one day I showed him
where in the bathroom I keep my chap stick
and how he could use it
whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right
back in the drawer
when he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the
typical rush around and try
to
get ready for Church with everyone
crying and carrying on. My two boys are
fighting over the toy in the
cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little
one
at the same time
I am putting on my make-up.
Everything is a mess and everyone has long
forgotten that this is a
wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job
that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby
loaded in the car and I am
looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere
and I finally round the corner
to go into the bathroom. And there was
Eli. He was applying my chap stick
very carefully to Jack's . . . rear
end.
Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." Now if
you have a cat,
you know that he is right--their little butts do look
pretty chapped. And,
frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. And the only
question to really ask at
that point was whether it was the FIRST time
Eli had done that to the cat's
behind or the
hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever
because it reminds us that
no matter how hard we try to civilize these
glorious little creatures,
there
will always be that day when you
realize they've been using your chap stick
on the cat's
butt."
Uh oh...I was just over at I can haz cheezburger again and found this
