Hmmm, so nobody wants to hear about kitten poop, huh? Go figure! You know, when the FC dropped them off, she neglected to mention that they were right at the age when they start pooping withOUT the help of a person, meaning it was quite the surprise Sunday night when I checked on them only to find that ALL FIVE looked like they had been in a mud-wrestling match, and ...
shutting up now. Changing the subject. Just one more pic:
HA! No poop! Fooled ya!
Okay, so back a little bit ago, we had the yard-sale fundraiser for the rescue group, and it was a big! success!
And of course, lots of our customers wanted to bargain, as is the way of yard sales. "Will you take two bucks for this?" "How about fifty cents for this?" And you know how it goes - as it got closer to the end of the sale, I was more willing to accept a lower price, because it meant less crap to pack back up. And I was more willing to bargain with fund-impaired little kids than their dipwad parents, especially if the kids were polite.
And then this one old guy came up, like, really old, like, walking with a cane old. (And I cannot for the life of me figure out which of those commas should be semi-colons, and I don't have time to look it up right now, so Grammar Police, please forgive me.) (Also please forgive the "likes".) (Please.)
ANYway. Old dude comes up, and he wants to know if I will take five bucks for a large hand-crocheted blanket that we had tagged with a ten-dollar price. It was still early in the sale, and that afghan obviously took someone a loooooong time to make, even if it was of cheesy seventies-grandma-style, so I explained that the sale was for charity and told him no, the afghan was ten bucks.
"Oh, COME ON," he said. "I'll give you five."
"Can you do seven?" I asked. "It's for homeless cats!"
"I only have five," he said. "I can pay five bucks."
Did I mention he was old? And walking with a cane? Yeah.
"Okay," I said. "Five bucks it is."
You know where this is going, right? At this point he pulls out a wad of cash that would choke a flipping DINOSAUR and peels off five bucks, then stuffs the giant wad o'cash back in his pocket. And I ALMOST told the old f*ckwad where he could cram his five bucks, except, well ... yard sale FOR CHARITY and all that.
And you know what? All this time later, the thought of that old bastard with that giant wad of cash still pisses me off.
Asshole.
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I've been following the Kitteh Chronicles with amusement. The smaller the creature, the more the relative volume of poop it can produce.
And the worse it smells! I swear, nothing (well, ALMOST nothing)smells as bad as kitten poop. It REEKS.
You fed like the mommy, and you stimulated piddling like the mommy; be happy that you didn't have clean up the poppy like the mommy.
Semicolon - use between two parts of a sentence that are each complete sentences that could stand alone (as above), or between items in a list that have commas within the item(s). Your sentence was correct.
The kittens sure are cute.
It seems like Nature played a cruel trick on Mama cats.
I mean, I'm sure it's probably to keep predators from smelling where the babies are, but still ... I wonder if ALL animal mamas do that, or just cat mamas?
Birds have it easy. While the baby birds are confined to the nest, their poop comes out in a membrane sac. The babies stick their tails over the side of the nest to go, but if they miss and it ends up in the nest the parents can just pick up the sac by the convenient tab on the end and drop it out. (I used tweezers.) Mammals? Yes. If they have a den or nest they have to stay in, the poop is "disposed of" the same way the placenta was.
~~Silk, you raised baby birds?! Holy cow ...
Cannot tell you the truth on how I feel about the cheap cretin, don't know if that is spelled right and don't care, because I do not use foul language on other people's blogs.
Ha, fmcetc., don't even get me STARTED on the re-sellers. They swept in an hour before the sale was even supposed to begin and tried to lowball EVERYTHING.
p.s. You can swear here. I do.
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