Sissy and her Kittens...

It has been so long since I have been here, I hardly know what to say. Most all of my followers are already friends with me on Facebook so they are pretty up to date with how things are going. So instead of trying to catch everybody up on all the events since my last post, I'll just post about Sissy and her kittens.

Who is Sissy? well lets see if I can break this down. Two years ago I was posting about Orange aka Momma Kitty having her babies. At the same time her sister (I think) next door was also having hers. Hers were Stripey, Star and Midnight. Last year Stripey and Star had their babies in my yard, Star got killed so Stripey took in her sisters babies. I am not sure which sister was Sissy's mother in the beginning. So this year it was Sissy's turn. It seemed like she was pregnant way longer than usual but I think that is just cause she is soo tiny. Really she doesn't look like a full grown cat and pregnant made her look ridiculous.

Early morning like just after midnight on friday the 10th, Sissy had her first kitten. Nearly pure black with just a tad of grey on his legs. I named him Panther.  Sissy had him up against the house in the dirt and grass but I left her alone for fear that she would move them under the house. I wanted to be sure that they were in sight and hopefully be tame instead of her brother that wont even let me touch him. Tame kittens find homes! The second kitten came 2 hours later, dark grey with with on his face and legs. I named him Boo cause he was such a big boo boo for his mother, she really struggled to get him out. About an hour later came the third, a little girl this time, she was smaller than the boys so I named her Twiggy.

I placed a box out there for her and tried to get her to let them be in the box, she would have no part in it. I didn't like them being on the ground, I was fearful that ants were going to get all over the babies but she wouldn't let me do anything.

The next day my brother and his family were coming to visit. I checked the kittens only to find that Panther wasn't doing good. I brought him in the house, tried warming him up and feeding but all efforts failed. He passed away and my brother buried him. The best part of  the day was Sissy finally agreed to let the kittens be in the box.

That Sunday night we knew we was in for some nasty weather. I tried building up some kind of shelter to protect them. It was a down pour and the shelter I made wasn't good enough to keep out the rain. I rushed outside to snatch them all up and rush them in the house but only Boo was in the box, the towel under him was drenched and so was he. I got him all dry and assumed she had rushed the other kitten under the house. The rain stopped and she was going back and forth from the porch to the box. I kept waiting for her to go in the direction of where she hid Twiggy. She never did. I tried to give her back Boo and she wouldn't take him. I was beside myself as to where she could be, I hunted all around the house hoping to hear her cry. I basically gave up after nearly an hour cause it had started to rain again. Later standing in front of the door looking out, I saw her go to a spot on the porch. I rushed out and sure enough there was Twiggy just laying there hidden behind the water bowl. She was practically lifeless, gasping for air and all she was getting was rain. Thankfully after getting vigorously rubbed dry, she came around. Both kittens safe in the house.

We kept them in the back bathroom and was letting Sissy in and out to feed during the day but keeping her in at night. Things were going fine for four days, till one morning hubby went to use the bathroom and there was cat poop EVERYWHERE! I mean everywhere, in the tub, on the sink, on the medicine cabinet, even up on the towels in the rack above the pot. That was all the hubby could stand and she got booted outside. No sooner than my feet touched the floor I was cleaning the bathroom, before my morning pee or even a cup of coffee! We put her box on the porch but she kept bringing them to the door as if she wanted them back in the house. Something hubby wasn't going to go for. The next week was a struggle to keep up with were the kittens were, she kept taking them out of the box.

One very hot day I found only Twiggy in the box, panting her butt off and no sign of Boo anywhere! I rushed twiggy inside out of the heat and proceeded to search for Boo. Sissy was pacing all over the place looking for her babies. She acted like she had no idea where he was like she couldn't remember what she did with him. She was following me around, I'm waiting for some signal from her and she was like waiting for me to find him for her. I was seriously angry with her! After searching for hours I finally found him way out in the front yard. I wouldn't have found him if it hadn't been for her going and laying under the truck. I thought maybe she did take him that far. Sure enough there he was out in the middle of the yard baking in the sun and meowing as loud as he could, which really ain't that loud for a week old.

That next Sunday hubby built her a better shelter and she stayed there with her babies all day, no problems. I was satisfied that she was happy with them being there. The next morning her and her babies were gone. I had no clue to where she took them. I did a brief search with no luck. At this point I am like..I tried my best to keep her babies alive and this is the thanks I get! Screw it, your on your own! Yes, folks I lost my cool with her and had had enough. She was going to have to deal with it in her own. Later that day I heard one of them meow directly under the kitchen, so good at least I know they are under the house. So much for having tame kittens that would be easier to rehome.

For the next week I watch her go under the house many times. I check to see of any nursing signs, all is good. Or so I thought.

One night I heard a cat fight under the house, it didn't last long so I didn't jump up or anything. The next day I noticed Sissy acting all grumpy with any cat that even came close to the porch. We have four other cats out there so she was in a constant panic and running them off. Later that day hubby and I were hanging out on the porch and I happened to look down through the crack between the house and porch and saw a kitten. I got down on my belly and reached in and picked it up. It was Boo and he was not doing good at all. His nose and paws were white, he was cold, covered in fleas and very lethargic. I handed him off to the hubby and located Twiggy and pulled her up. She was fine and BIG (from runt to the biggest), just covered in fleas. We  gave them baths dried them up. I feed them every two hours and he was showing good signs of being back on the road to recovery. 

All was good again, except what to do. Do we continue to feed them or let their mother have them back? I was concerned especially after examining Sissy and only finding 2 teets with milk in them. My conclusion was that she didn't have much milk and Twiggy the stronger of the two was getting most of it, leaving poor Boo to suffer. I finally convinced the hubby to let her have them back but in the bathroom again so we could monitor their progress. We decided that she was not to stay in the bathroom more than 3 hours at a time. So far that part has worked out great. But after a few days of leaving them be, I noticed Boo's nose and paws where losing their color again and I could feel his back bone. While his sister is steadily getting bigger, alert and even slightly playful. I decided to start feeding him when Sissy went outside. At first it was not something he liked, so I added some critical care soft food to his milk, now he loves it and acts like he could never get enough.

They are now going to be 4 weeks old tomorrow. Boo is finally starting to fill out a bit, still nothing like his big fat sister but who knows he might catch up! I on the other hand need a babysitter so I can sleep!

Kittens!

In kitty world...

This year has given the neighborhood 3 pregnancies. Stripey and Star our my neighbors cats and Orange aka Momma kitty is mine. Stripey had her kittens a week ago, under the neighbors house. I have yet to see them.

Yesterday Orange was sitting on the porch and hissing at her 1 year old children one minute and then the next loving on them. The loving part was my first clue (haha), she hasn't been nice to them since they were weened.
My second clue..She was meowing an awful lot and it appeared to be directed right at me. I tend to stand at the storm door and look out at them, most of the time I am doing a head check or just making sure we have harmony going on. Every time I went to the door she would start talking to me..nonstop!
Third clue...She is not a touchy feely kind of gal. You might get away with touching her on the top of her head and down her shoulders before she lets you know you have abused the privileged of petting her. She let me pick her up, rub her belly, just basically any thing I wanted to do.
Fourth clue...her tummy was hard as a rock!!!



I told hubby I think she is in labor, he told me to set her up something in the storage room. That right there was a freaky moment, hubby never says stuff like that!
So, I set her up a little bed, food and water and brought her in the house for the first time ever. I took her to it, she laid in it but wouldn't stay. She had to be where I was. She meowed so much and loud, she was interrupting the news and hubby made her go back outside! LOL! After the news was over he let her back in.

I moved her spot to my room but had to keep the door closed cause Whiskers was not having another cat in the house! This lead to more meowing and Whiskers pawing at the door to show her who is boss in here.

I laid down for a nap, I was thinking that she might not let me cause of all the meowing but no, she got up on the bed, rolled over and let me rub her belly and fell asleep. I told hubby...the way she is acting is as if she was at one time a house cat. She was already full grown when we moved here, so maybe she was.

We had a peaceful sleep last night and at 6:30am I woke to the sound of a kitten mewing...ON MY BED!!

I quickly got the box, put her kitten in it and she stepped right on in. Changed the bedding and stayed up till she had two. I fell back to sleep and by 10am she had four.

My "little boy" is down to eight lives left!

One of my favorite of the kittens just gave me the scare of a lifetime! I was going to go back to sitting in my chair and pick up my crocheting again...I had to walk past the front door to do so and I heard momma kitty let out a strange meow. I opened the door t see what was going on.

To my horror the little outdoor end table was knocked over and one of the orange kittens was tangled up in the legs!


As you can see (from the pic I took 2 days ago), this little table has curly legs and the kittens head reaches one end and his hips reach the other end.

I rushed out the door and he was soo wrapped up in those curly legs I was frantic at trying to loosen him. I had to get his head out first and the try to free his hips, as I was trying to free his hips, I saw the look in his eyes. It was a look of "Your too late". I rushed him up to my chest, grabbed the table and threw it towards the garbage cans, ran into the house and proceeded to check him over.

I thought for sure he was dead, his eyes were glassed over and he was like a rag doll in my hands. After quickly rubbing my hands all over his body to see if there was damage, he lifted his head! I can't even relay to you the feeling that washed over me.. relief and joy, mingled with the still present fear and panic.

He was stuck in those legs in such an odd way...The upper leg had his head and his body was bent over the leg to where the metal was pressing on the back of his neck and hips stuck in the opposite direction.

Now that I knew he was alive, I wanted to check his mobility. I put him on the floor and waited to see if he could walk. He did walk but it was only two steps. I picked him up and plopped myself into my office chair. My heart was racing, I needed to sit! I sat here for a good while just stroking him and he finally started showing signs of being more alert.

I took him out to his mother (who had been meowing most frantically the whole time), who promptly proceed to lick him to death as she was leaning on my leg and purring. I stayed outside long enough to be sure he could walk good and to get some leg rubs and swishy tailing from my little boy.

If cats DO have 9 lives, then he's already down to eight! AND I gained at least a dozen new greys!

What a night! I'm worn out from all the excitement, nighty-nite.

A Little bit of Something...

Okay so I know it has been awhile, so I wanted to at least say something. "Something" there I said it! LOL! Naw, just kidding!

After my last post, I am truly blessed with such good and thoughful friends, yall are awesome!

It has still been hard on the family, but most especially on my brother. Which in turn makes it hard on us to see him suffering so. But we will get past it and resume some sort of normalcy(is that a word?).

Now on to other things.
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I have come to realise that my cats have to be the stupidest cats ever. (Just a slight warning this might be a tad too much information.) Now I have always had a cat, most of all those times I have always had an indoor cat or two or three. Indoor cats require a litter box. I have gone through all sorts of sizes of litter boxes trying to find just the right size for certain cats. Usually this is not that much of a big deal. BUT I currently have the biggest size I have ever had and these stupid cats still manage to poop on the edge. Aggrevates me to no end, how hard can it be to actually get "it" into the box?! It's the largest box ever!! Lets not even go to the subject of actually covering it up. Okay lets do, for just a little...Whiskers is the worst at covering! He will scratch at the wall, the rug and even sometimes the shelf right next to the box, but never will he touch his paw to the litter for the art of covering. All I can do is shake my head and do cleanup. Ohh and lets not forget all the litter spillage they manage to do. Well actually that is Peach's doing, she can really get messy with her art of covering, almost to an obsession.

Well...thanks to my hubby's sister we now have an extremely large litter box, complete with a hood. The cats have to actually climb (not step) into the box. This sucker is soo big, I had to do some rearranging in the bathroom just to get it to fit. We will see if this sovles any of "our" problems. Today is its first day and so far things are looking up. I caught Whiskers actually covering it up!
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Yesterday we went to hubby's mommas house for his birthday, I never get to bake him a cake cause his momma does. No point in having two cakes for just us two to eat. Goodness we are big enough already! Anyway... I was out in the back yard and saw something I wanted to get a photo of. I went back inside to my purse to get my camera. I pulled it out of my purse and wow, it was hot! I felt down in my purse and all was cool in there but the camera was HOT. I quickly realised it was the battery compartment that was hot and opened it up and let the batteries slide into my hand. Wowza! Hot potato, hot potato! They were melted to gether and as hot as fire. I rushed them out the door, I couldn't think what to do with them, not knowing if they were going to explode or not.

After the camera cooled down, I tried putting some new batteries in it and it wouldn't come on, I did that four times before I gave up. I was soo distraught at the prospect that it was broken and now I am without a camera. As soon as we got back home, I hit the internet like a mad woman on a mission to find a decent camera in my price range. With my price range being so little, it was more difficult than it would be for most. After a good while..for some reason (lets call it denial), I tried my camera again. Walla! It works! Weird and freaky! I am soooooo glad it works, but concerned as to why that happened in the first place.
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I finally finished blanket #4 of this winter season and halfway finished with a baby blanket to be donated to Ft Hood's massive baby shower for soldiers or soldier's wives who are expecting. Bf is donating 3 baby hats and bootie sets.
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That is all I can think of for right now. Yall have a great day!!

One of these Days!

One of these days I am going to be down one less cat! The monster Whiskers has been at it again and OMG I am so friggin MAD!

Apparently the birds are out and about trying to feed up for the winter or something, cause there are a crap load in my yard and driving Whiskers to run from window to window. Like here he is now, he just jumped up on the desk to chase ...what? A bird, a lizard, the tree branch is moving in the wind...who knows!

Thank goodness I don't need my mouse at this point, cause his butt is on it.


I'm sure your wondering why am I so mad at him...
Well, see that window there, note that it no longer has a screen on it.

That's right this stupid cat seems to think that if he body slams the screen in pursuit of a bird than he will catch it. Instead the bird gets away and he is hanging from a very old screen that rips from its seams and comes crashing down.

Chasing birds is fine but when it tends to destroy my house, then it is war!

There are about two dozen doves out there under the tree.


It is going to be a long day. I wonder what else he is going to destroy. Gawd I hope it's not my curtains! He wont live if it is!

Waking the Hubby

I sit in my chair with the foot rest up. I have a dog inbetween my calves, another along side my thigh and another at my hip. They are all under the blanket we use to cover ouselves, then I have a cat on my chest and another up on the headrest grooming my hair.

It is almost time for the alarm to go off for hubby to get his day started. As soon as he is up, I get to go to bed. Which is a good thing since I have been fighting sleep for about an hour already. I wish I could trust him to get up on his own.

Beep, beep, beep...

Dear! It's time to get up!

Beep, beep, beep...

Dear! You need to get up!

Beep, beep, beep...

Dear! Are you going to get that?!

Beep, beep, beep...
Grumble. Arm comes out from the covers and groops the air. It finally moves and manages to turn it off. AND he falls back to sleep.

I grab the remote and put the tv on the news.
2 minutes..Dear! It's time to get up!
Grumble, but no movement.

3 more minutes..Dear!!!
Movement at last, but nope were not there yet.

I tap Peach on the butt and she jumps down. I throw back the covers and 3 pairs of eyes stare at me like I am crazy. I say..up, up, up, let me up. Two get down.

I go get his coffee and stand at the table, waiting.
Dear! Here's your coffee!

It roars like a bear that has been disturbed. He blindly groops the table, when he finds nothing, he tries to go back to sleep.

Deeeeaaaarrrr! Your coffee is going to get cold!

I'm up.
His mouth says it, but his body didn't hear it.

I reach down and take the covers away from him. If that doesn't work then I shake his body at the shoulder.

*Cough, cough, cough* *Hack, hack* His body moves to get to the spittoon and whalla he is finally up.

Good morning dear!

I wait for the 2nd cup of coffee to be made, then I throw back the covers again. Okay kids, it's time to go to bed! We all get up.

As I drag my tired body towards him for a kiss, I say:
Love you Dear. Have a nice day.
Love you too and if you say so! or Love you too and I'll try to!
No matter how many times he says it or different ways he says it, I still manage to smile and chuckle.

I force the dogs outside for one last reststop and then it is off to dreamland!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

Love yall and have a nice day!

Chasing Kittys

I was outside watering my flowers, as I "Try" to do every evening. Stitch had went out with me. As usual any time he spots a cat in the neighbors yard (which is everyday, they have 6 of them), he will bark his fool head off and run back and forth at the fence. If they are in our yard he will chase them out or up the tree.

So, he is running and barking. I am watering and ignoring him. I suddenly hear a ruckus and look. Not only is Stitch after this cat from our side but the neighbors own dogs were chasing it. With four dogs after it from both sides, it had no choice but to make a mad dash for the tree!

I walked over to the tree and looked up, this is what I saw...

Contortionist kitty!

Checking out the dogs

Straightening herself

Accessing the situation

Might as well get comfortable

View from the back

I laughed my fool head off at the way she was sitting on her butt in the tree!

What Luxury!

A little something I forgot to put in yesterdays post.

As you know I have been trying to clean out my room and get it ready for new flooring. Well I rented a storage unit and have made a few trips to unload already. At the entrance to the facility a pile of junk has been forming, you can't help but look at it. Okay I can't help from looking at it. Yes it does seem like hubby's syndrome has wearing off power.

Anyhow, I saw this two tier cat tower sitting there. I craned my neck to get a better look, surprisingly enough it was in pretty good shape. Yup, you guessed it, I brought it home. I did take the time to clean it with carpet cleaner and sprayed it down with a smell good spray.

Any one who knows cats know that they can at times be unpredictable, so I was crossing my fingers that they would like it. Within ten minutes their noses were all over it in wonder of this monstrous thing. Five minutes later Whiskers is sharpening his claws on the post. Yeah success!

They were in need of a newer tower, the one I got at the thrift store four years ago currently looks like this:


Oh Yeah! Even cats can step up in this world. Were styling now!

Whiskers now uses this spot as a sleeping area and a tactical advantage in his never ending war with Peaches.

Life is good!

My first Cat

I was seven years old. My father had been injured and his fiance (know as SHE or HER) was helping to care for him. I was on summer break and spent most of my time next door playing with the neighbors children. Their cat had had kittens weeks ago and they were ready to go to different homes. Us kids were the only ones there playing with the kittens, their mother was in the back of the house. I was told by the older girl that if I just took it home, there was no way my dad could say no. I snuck one of them under my sweater and rushed out the front door. Their mother didn't know.

I took him home to beg and plead for us to keep him.

Things had been changing at home and I was no longer sure about the things I was sure about before. SHE was fixing to be my new mother and it was looming in the air like a storm waiting to happen and even dad wasn't the same reliable person I had known him to be. I just couldn't tell what the answer was going to be. Before SHE came, I knew my dad would say yes but now...I didn't know. He always had to talk things over with HER first and SHE was a complete mystery too me.

I crept up the stairs with this little orange fur ball tucked under my sweater. I could hear them in dad's room and I ever so gently knocked on the door. Dad gave me the okay to come in. SHE was standing there by the window, dad was sitting on the edge of the bed eating a sandwich for lunch.

I stood there like a Cheshire cat, grinning that mischievous grin. I didn't get to say anything, the cat did it for me. A big meow came from my body, dad's eyes got big and a frown crossed his forehead. My big grin melted away and disappeared, I was suddenly a nervous "you've been caught" deer in the headlights, pale faced, scared like "you've done something bad" little kid. Dad asked in a booming voice "What have you got?" I was looking at the floor cause I could feel the tears were fixing to come, I gently pulled the little kitten out from my under my sweater and handed it to my dad. Dad held him for less than a minute and while holding him, he let his other hand holding his sandwich drift too close. The little kitten took a bite out of his peanut butter sandwich! Dad softened and laughed. SHE told me to go down stairs and wait for the decision.

It felt like an eternity! I was already having problems with HER and my little head was filling up with all of the ways SHE wasn't going to let me have it. She was making my dad a mean person and I just knew it! Dad was a fun dad, but lately when he and I were having fun, it would suddenly stop when SHE came in the room. Soo, I just knew SHE was going to say no.

I don't know what was said between them or how long it actually took, but I was finally called up to dads room for the big decision.

They said YES! I couldn't believe it! BUT I had to get my friends mom's permission first.

I left my new kitten there and rushed over to my friends to tell the news and for their mother to give permission. I was scared to go up to her, even though all three of her kids were right there behind me. I had to interrupt her working in the garden, yes I was scared. (Back in those days or I should say my world, children didn't interrupt the adults without large amounts of caution. You waited for them to acknowledge your presence, only then did you talk.) She did bellow for a moment, till she saw it was me who had come to talk to her.

Of course she said yes!

Jeremiah was his name and we had that cat for five years till we moved to Texas. He was supposed to have come down later after we got established in a place, but he ran away from the folks looking after him.

He was a great comfort to me in my times of adjusting to life with a new mother. If it hadn't been for him, I would have really been a basket case!! LOL!

Pet Names

Sick and thinking weird and useless things. It might be the fever or just that I have finally jumped ship and landed in crazyville. Who knows, hard to tell since I know I am already nuts. Not really a huge jump to total insanity. Hahaha!

So sitting here (well actually in the livingroom)and thinking about the various pet names I have used in my lifetime. Don't ask me how this topic came to be in my head, but voila there is was and I followed through with it by writing them all down. Okay well I didn't put in the ones that weren't beloved long term pets, there were at least two handfuls of those.

Some of these names are very common, but then there are a few that I think are like "what were you thinking".

G-gave away, L-lost, D-died, S-stolen

Cats:
Jeremiah-G
Nehemiah-D
Ruth-L
Boaz-L
Buttons-L
Gizmo-D
Sam-L
Camoflauge-D
Cleo-D
Mohawk-L
Squeaker-D
Whiskers
Peach

Dogs:
Tasha-G
Misty-G
Alki-D
Smokey-G
Joey-S
Elizabeth-G
Sarah-G
Nixey-G
Bubba-D
Taco Bell
Chaquita
Stitch

Why did I do this list?
Who knows?
My brain has turned to mush and I have no control over the craziness that has seeped in.
Oh yeah, I remember now...
I was sitting there wondering if any of my bloggy friends ever had pets with the same names.
So tell me or tell me to go to bed with a box of tissues.
I love you all and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Frustrating For Me and Painful For Taco Bell

Well two things were occupying my day yesterday.

First: Trying to make my brain explode! I've been trying to get my signature added to my posts since Thursday evening. Jimmy over at Just My Opinion has been trying to help my inadequate brain to get it done.
I told hubby I wish he knew about computers and he say "I know how to stay away from them!" LOL!
Believe me..even for my brain this thing is a huge puzzle, literally scratching my head! I got the pic but for the life of me can't get it on the post. I might have it figured out before I am done writing this post, but I highly doubt it.

Second: Taco Bell has been is pain today. His old age is catching up to him, I think. He has had me worried all day! I noticed it Thursday evening, he all of a sudden let out a yelp and then again later on. Within six hours he had yelped 4 times and this morning he wasn't in bed with me. I found him laying in the office on their pillows. He has never done that, so I knew something was wrong.

Later in the day I noticed some strange behavior. I was sitting right here in the office and looked around on the floor and he wasn't here. I got up to find him standing on the rug in front of the sink, just standing there. He was acting as if it hurt him to lay down or move from where he was. I tried to pick him up, but putting my hands around his ribcage made him yelp.

I put off giving him his half a baby aspirin cause I thought his usual morning pains would eventually ease up as the day went on as they usually do. Well not today! I did give him his aspirin, but didn't see any results from it for two more hours.

It was a ruff day for the both of us!

I wanted to share some random pics with ya.

Chair stealer..

Remote Control King..

First lizard of the season..

Just as long as I get some covers..

Cat in the hat..

Sleeping Spots

Since the moving of everything in my office, I had to move the cats sleeping arrangements.

Peaches's chair was on the other side of my computer table and she would sleep on it under the table and I would beg her to share it with my feet. I do miss having something to put my feet up on. I still can't believe I chose style over comfort in that situation. Oh well, but I'm sure she is glad to not have to share anymore.

Whiskers basket was just on the floor where ever he wanted it, yes he would move it all over the place.

So, now back to having had moved there sleeping spots..

I put her chair at the end of the kitchen island and put his basket underneath the chair. I really didn't think this arrangement was going to work out, since peach and Whiskers don't really like each other much. Well for the most part it really hasn't, but then I saw this and knew I had to capture the moment.



That is the closest I have seen them in awhile, unless it's feeding time!

Well, the moment didn't last long. Peach woke up with me taking the pic and as soon as she realized he was underneath her she froze and started growling at him. LOL!

Working Outside and with Whiskers is Dangerous

Well...my plans for this weekend didn't quite go as planned.

My list was:
Mow the yard
Weed eat all around

Paint the shed
Paint hubbies work table

Pull weeds in flower bed
Add fresh soil to flower bed
Get my new plants in the ground
Redo the mulch

Well lets start this with Friday night. I had bought the cats some flea collars. I had never put collars on these cats and knew it was going to be a challenge. I got the first one ready to just slip over the head, so I could quickly get them on. I coax Peach to me and perfectly maneuvered it on, she didn't seen to mind at all. I am very pleased and now more relaxed to do it to Whiskers. I did the same coaxing with Whiskers, but the end result was much different. I held him and started to slip it on and in a flash and a claw, he was gone. Collar still in my hand. I tried coaxing, chasing and cornering. I guess in the chasing part is when "it" happened. It..being, hurt my knee. Bending slightly hurts, walking really hurts.

Saturday..My knee still hurts but not enough to keep me from trying to get my list done. I started with the mowing and halfway through while turning the mower in the opposite direction, I cut my wrist on the fence. So, I had to stop and deal with that.

(Sorry for the blurry pic, it looks like it would if viewing through tears)

The temp was 80 and I was getting hot and super thirsty. I kept having to stop for a rest with shade and plenty of water.

After hours of mowing and resting, I then moved on to pulling weeds/grass (not really sure what it is, just know its not supposed to be there). Those weeds were so thick and deeply rooted. Hercules wouldn't have gotten much farther than I did. I managed to get about 6ft x 6in of area cleared (the bed is 14ft x 3ft). One patch that I was tugging on (with all my body weight) slipped through my hands and made me fall on my arse. I took a break. I went back an hour later and got a tiny bit more done, but then suddenly I felt a burning pain run across my ribs. I think I pulled a muscle instead of the weed.

That was IT, I was done in for the day. Way to many owies for me to handle.

Sunday...Knee still hurts, fence cut looks infected, tooshie tender, rib muscle hurting like crazy and all other muscles are screaming "NO MORE". I took it easy till noon.
I then took the easiest chore..painting the shed and work table.

(The before pic with one side painted)

Instead of taking me about two hours, it took four!


(hubbies work table painted, the unpainted version was 10 kind of ways awful)

Thankfully I didn't add any more injuries to the list, TODAY (there is always tomorrow). I did get some green paint in my hair and shampoo isn't taking it out, I guess I'm covered for St. Patty's Day! LOL!

I am debating on just slapping my plants into larger pots for now,

(No name)

(I forget the name)

(Lantana, purple flowers)

(Various new victims)

(The mums sitting next to the new steps I did)

I don't think I can fight with those weeds just now (they would surely win).

Must drag my aching body to bed now.

All in about Fifteen Minutes

I'm trying to avoid getting up and out of my warm bed, just one peek out of the covers reveals a chilly morning.

Stitch is laying to my right and all you can see is the tip of his nose, poking out from the covers. He lets out a bark right in my ear. I mumble the sound of an "uh-uh", that is code word for..No, stop it or shut up. He settles down and not even two minutes later does it again. Okay that's it..I'm up!

I throw back the covers and am greeted by sudden gush of COLD! I grab my housecoat, slip on my slippers and stumble my way towards the front door.

My cats greet me at the kitchen table, sitting next to their bowls. (no worries folks, we don't eat off that table) They look like they had been waiting for some time. Little blurrs of statues, that are yelling at me.

I walk on by, still trying to make it to the front door. Stitch, in his trying to hurry me along, trips me. Way to go buddy! The front door at last, open the door, try to open the storm door and crap it's stuck. The dogs are looking at me like.. hurry up already or your going to get an accident to clean up in your morning haze! Apparently the house is trying it's best to keep out the frigged temps, good job house but open up! I had to give it a major push, sounded like I broke it.

Dogs out!
Check over the storm door, not broke. I think, too hazy to tell right now.

I walk back to kitchen, push ON button for computer. Over to the coffee maker, at last my precious, I am here. Pour me a cup and walk it over to the micro, turn around and give the cats something to shut up about. No, I didn't hurt them, I gave them their treats.

Head to the bathroom. Come back get coffee out of micro, walking it to the counter and stumble on my own foot. Coffee goes dribbling down the front of my housecoat. I haven't even been up five minutes and I am already having a messed up morning.

I clean up my housecoat and fix my coffee. I sit down to the computer and Taco lets me know he and Chaquita is ready to come back in. Again I have to struggle with the storm door. In not wanting to close it till Stitch comes in I try to hurry him along. I look this way and that way and he is nowhere in sight, he must be in the back yard. I give up, shut the door and come back to the computer..

I hear Stitch bark his one bark for let me back in. I go to the door and he's not there. I figured I didn't get up fast enough and he ran after something or changed his mind. I come back to the computer.

Again, he barks. Again I go to the door and he's not there. What the Heck is going on? Am I losing my mind? While standing there and briefly contemplating this, he barks again. It sounds like it's coming from under my feet. I go out and call him, scan the area. He barks and my eyes fall on him.

He is under the house and looking up at me with HELP written all over his face.
I ask..How the heck did you get under there?
He responds with a bark and tail wagging. You would think he's happy to see me! I don't know why? From what I see by scanning the area of the porch, I might not be able to help him. Mind you, I have only had two SIPS of coffee!

He can be stupid and smart at the same time. As I am wondering how to help him, he paws at some cement slabs. I had propped them up there over a year ago to keep the neighbors cat from getting under there. It was like he was telling me how to get him out.

I remove the slabs and he squeezes out.
Happiest dog ever!!
As I am checking to make sure he didn't hurt himself, I get my face cleaned! EWW, Gross!! Stop that and be still! I was talking to the wind, cause he wasn't listening!
Don't go under there again, cause next time I'm not helping you! (Yeah, right)

Da Puterheadz

Our adventures for Friday.

Wanta play?...

Getting ready...

Set...

PLAY!!...


Getting comfy on daddy's pillow...

Momma, did you hear that?...

What was it?...

We are on it!!...


Naptime on Baby Girl's favorite blankie...

Stitch, passed out from all the playing...

Taco, taking a break at momma's feet...


Man, this movie is Awesome!...

Yeah, those bird actors are a marvel...

Will you bring the popcorn?...

What? You want to watch too? Sorry all the seats are full.

Dinner after the movie...

This is a fabulous box!

Thanks Mom!


Well, I thought today I would just make my pets the star of the show, so I can get to work on my 100th post.