I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
And I'm always amazed that nobody walks off with my lawn statues, like Rainbow Horse, until I realize that I'm proooooobably the only one who wants 'em.
My personal thought is that they are afraid of you. Kids who are destined to be thugs steal stuff because it is fun.......not because they want it. They've probably heard about your team of Precision Attack Cats.
Well, there WAS that time I saw a kid swiping a pumpkin off my lawn, chased him up the street (in my sock feet), caught him and gave him what-for ... maybe word got out.
4 comments:
Why is there a sled leaning against your porch railing?
Horse looks great as always.
The sled? It's a seasonal decoration. :)
And I'm always amazed that nobody walks off with my lawn statues, like Rainbow Horse, until I realize that I'm proooooobably the only one who wants 'em.
My personal thought is that they are afraid of you. Kids who are destined to be thugs steal stuff because it is fun.......not because they want it. They've probably heard about your team of Precision Attack Cats.
Well, there WAS that time I saw a kid swiping a pumpkin off my lawn, chased him up the street (in my sock feet), caught him and gave him what-for ... maybe word got out.
Beware the crazy lady on the corner. :)
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