Thursday, May 21, 2015

Oh, Craigslist posters, you're so FUNNY



Seen in the local Craigslist Pets section: "UN planed mix puppets coming next month". Oh boy! Puppets!

The listing goes on to say, "We don't know the father breed I be live a small brew".

Wait a minute ... are we talking puppets or BEER here? Either way, it's all good. Who can argue with puppets and/or beer? Sign me up!



Tuesday, May 19, 2015

One more week ...



This weekend, Honey and the babies will be moving on.


The babies will be eight weeks old, and are done nursing for all intents and purposes.  Oh, they still enjoy the occasional trip to the Milk Bar, but once Honey went into heat and became less interested in her little minions, they mostly weaned themselves.  Which is kind of amazing, since I've had kittens in the past who were STILL nursing at SIXTEEN weeks!  These guys?  Nope, they're good, thanks.

One of the babies has already been spoken for (can you guess which one? I'll bet you can ...), and now that all of them are "of age", the family will be going to the rescue's adoption facility, where Mama can be spayed, the babies can start their vaccination series, and the two who have not yet been claimed can find their permafamilies.





Will I miss them?  Oh, yes I will!  But!  Another reason they are moving on is to make room for this:




Meet Brooke.  Brooke, who was found by the side of a highway in a neighboring town.  Brooke, and her as-yet-to-be-determined number of due-any-day kittens.  (Judging by that photo, I'd say there's a few. *cough*) When I take Honey and her kittens to the rescue facility, I will be bringing Brooke back.

Can't wait to meet you, Brooke!







Thursday, May 14, 2015

Pics from last weekend




The initial tree:



I wonder if R.M. and S.K. are still together?:



Blueberry bush:


Wild Azaleas getting ready to bloom:


Let's go for a boat ride!





Ferns unfurling:




Trillium all in a row:


Lady Slippers allllllllmost ready to bloom:





Wednesday, May 13, 2015

MOAH DRAMA!



Oh my God, the soap opera with my sister Ditzy continues.

All was quiet for a few days, and then the calls started again.  Monday, she asked me to come up on my lunch break, and when I did, she didn't even WANT anything.  "I just don't want to be alone all day," she said.

Well I DO, sis.  I DO.

She called me AGAIN yesterday morning, saying that she "might have to go to the hospital" and wanted to give me a set of housekeys in case she was "in the hospital for a long time".

With a MIGHTY EYEROLL, I went up at lunchtime.  She claimed she was feeling "worse",  and wanted to know if I could take her to the emergency room and wait with her there.

"Where's Chris (her long-time, long-suffering boyfriend)?" I asked.

"Oh, Chris will be stopping by," she said, vaguely.

"Ditzy," I said, "I think it's time that your two (adult) kids stepped up to the plate.  I can't take you to the hospital and then wait with you.  I have to go back to work.  I'll call the ambulance, and you call the kids and have them meet you at the emergency room."

Just then, Chris showed up.  I told him that I was going to call 911, and that Ditz needed to call her kids to meet her at the emergency room.  I called 911, the ambulance showed up (all her vital signs were COMPLETELY NORMAL, btw), they loaded up Ditz and got her on her way to the ER, and then it was just me and Chris.

And then the truth came out.

"I broke up with Ditz a while back," Chris said.  "But she just keeps getting sicker and sicker, and I don't have the heart to not be here for her now.  She even started wearing the engagement ring that I gave her again.  She hasn't worn it for years.  I told her that it wasn't going to make any difference, that I wasn't going to come back, but she still thinks I will, if she needs me."

Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

So THAT's where all this is coming from.  Long-time boyfriend dumps her, she's suddenly without someone to give her sympathy and headpats, and *I* start getting phone calls.  And she ramps up the illness level in a last-ditch effort to hang onto her man.

"Chris," I said, "you don't owe Ditz anything.  Lord knows you've put up with her fake "illnesses" for all these years.  The family wrote her off years ago.  If her two kids don't want to help her out now, then she's going to have to figure something else out, because I've had it with her, personally.  I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.  I'm not going to be her next enabler."

OUCH.  I SAID IT.

And now?  Caller screening, baby.  If she calls me at work, the call is going to go the answering service.  If she calls me at home (Update:  SHE DID), it's going straight to voice mail.  If her kids won't help her out, then she's SOL, because I'll be damned if I'll enable this bullshit. She can hire somebody to hold her hand.

And that?  Is why they oughta let me teach at Bitch School.  I'd be damned good at it.








Tuesday, May 12, 2015

It's that time of year again



Time for the backyard wildflowers to bloom!



I can't bear to mow these pretty flowers down - which means I'll probably be out there with the weedwhacker in a couple of weeks, because once they're done blooming, the grass will be too high to mow.  Oh well.  Yet another reason for the neighbors to hate me.  Suck it, neighbors.  The flowers stay.


Tinks likes the tall grass:



Ponyboy came to join him:







What's a warm Spring day without a sunbath?


Just chillin' in the sunshine, that's my boys.


Monday, May 11, 2015

Babies!



Oh, my, they grow up SO FAST!  These guys are almost seven weeks old now.  Solid food eating has commenced.


Litter-box using has ALSO commenced, with some doing better than others.  *Little Red* *cough*

(In all fairness, Little Red appears to be about a week behind his sisters, developmentally, so I'm sure he'll come around.  Knock wood.)

Ruffian poses for her Glamour Shot:


Little Red says, "I'm so adorable, I don't HAVE to pose!  I just lie here and look pretty!


Yes, Little Red, WE KNOW.  You're the stunner of the litter.

Raffles displays her Ears of Annoyance:






and tells her Mama a secret:


Ain't nothin' cuter than a kitten.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Tink-a-dink-ding-dong



Tinks had his surgery on Wednesday, and it went well!  Unfortunately, his teeth were in such bad shape that the vet had to pull SIXTEEN of them - all of his back teeth.  Yikes!  But she gave him a long-acting shot for the pain before he left her office that day, and he seems to be in good spirits.  I've been giving him Fancy Feast broth packets, which he slurps right up, but he's also eating regular canned food and - amazingly - even dry food!  I've been trying to discourage that because I don't want him to bust his stitches open, but he's been gulping it right down.  That's one tough cat, right there.

And in OTHER cat news, I got - wait for it - an anonymous letter in my mailbox last night.  Addressed to "Resident", it was supposedly from someone in the neighborhood, complaining that my cats are destroying her property.

Yep, my cats are mighty destructive, all right.

hahahahahahaahaaaaaaaaaaaa

I don't know WHAT'S going on, there.  This anonymous person says that MY CATS are digging in her gardens; spraying, pooping and peeing in her "open storage space"; and otherwise wreaking havoc.

A couple of things I would point out to this person, if I KNEW WHO IT WAS:

(a)  My cats have never destroyed any of MY property.  Which means either my cats have some kind of EVIL VENDETTA against this anonymous person, or something else is doing the damage to her property.  As far as digging in the garden goes, the most likely culprit is either a skunk going after grubs, or moles, who also dig for grubs.  Could be woodchucks, too, 'cause God knows we've got enough of those around here, not to mention squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, and plenty of other wildlife.  As far as spraying, um, nope.  And peeing/pooping?  In her "open storage space"?  While I guess it's possible, most cats prefer to void in an area where they can cover it up afterward, not on a hard surface.

(b)  If this anonymous person would care to come talk to me, with proof, either pics or video, that it is indeed MY cats who are doing the damage, and not skunks, moles, or any of the OTHER nine billion cats in the neighborhood, I will gladly pay for her petunias.  Put up or shut up, buttercup.

I hope she also sent this letter to the owners of the nine billion other indoor/outdoor cats in the neighborhood, so that we can all meet up and have a good laugh.

She (oh, come on, you know it's a woman; no man EVER could come up with something this ridiculous) concluded by saying that while she had contacted the local animal control officer who told her there was nothing he could do (because DUH, stop wasting people's TIME, lady), unless I started keeping my cats inside, she would be forced (gasp!) to have the town council pass an ordinance banning outdoor cats.

Oh, honey, good luck with that.  And in the meantime, come talk to me in person.  Show me PROOF that MY cats "destroyed" your property, and I'll gladly get out my wallet.

Until then?  STFU.  And get a damn life, already.

Sheesh.