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!

A little morning with the Furries

I roll over and look at the clock. 6 hours, that's all. I am soo not going to get up. I lay there, eyes wide open. I look down at the cat laying on my feet, he's staring right at me, probably waiting to see what I am going to do. Stitch noticed I waved to Whiskers. Yup, I'm awake but I ain't getting up! Haha oh yes you are! Lick lick, bounce bounce, step on your hair! Okay okay, let me up. Giggles.
What is it with a dog, as soon as they realize your eyes are open you MUST get up! LOL! Makes ya wonder how long they have been laying there watching you...I just got a creep vibe. Maybe it's best not to know!

I cautiously put my weight on my knee...hmm seems to be fine so far, this might actually be a good day. (Just in case ya didn't know, my left knee has been pretty bothersome for awhile now) I stroll out to the kitchen... coffee, microwave, computer, dog out, bathroom, back to microwave, back to computer for one click, coffee fixed up and out to the porch I go. (yes, I am still smoking only outside. It's going well and still down to smoking around 8 - 12 cigs a day.)

Good morning momma (kitty)! We sit there sipping, puffing, petting and purring. Grr..that black cat is in my yard again. I can't run it out cause of my knee and being barefoot. I look down at momma and asked "Why you keep letting that cat in my yard?" she purrs. (eye roll with a giggle)

Chaquita comes out, stands there at the top of the stairs and scans the yard. She sees the neighbors dogs and growls, barks and runs. I busted out laughing! She sees these dogs EVERY single day and yet she acts like they are complete strangers. Cracks me up!  

I come back inside, Whiskers is eating. I start this post. I can hear Whiskers getting some water, I can hear Whiskers urping (throwing up) (he does this often).  Ohh man...Whiskey. I grab a paper towel, clean up the mess, pat him on the head and tell him...I don't know how you are soo fat when you do this all the time! LOL!

You wondering about Taco and Peachy? Well they still haven't gotten up yet. I take my blessing when I can get them! Haha


 

Count to Ten, Breathe and try not to Scream!

This morning started with me opening my eyes, looking at the clock and determining it is too early to get out of bed especially considering this is the third time I have opened my eyes already. First at 3, then at 6 and again at 8. I slept 10 minutes more and Taco was at my door barking to be let outside. I grumble in frustration and go ahead and get up. I didn't even make it to the coffee and hubby is grumbling about the mess that Little Boy had made with the living room in his attempts to find a window that he could get out by. I clean up the mess, head to the coffee only to realize that there isn't any!

Get coffee going, head to the bathroom. The litter box is rank, so had to deal with that. Hubby had thrown a large pile of laundry right in the entrance of the bathroom, I nearly tripped over it this morning, so I guess it is going to be a laundry day. Whiskers threw up and as soon as I had that cleaned up, he did it again! Mind you I still haven't had any coffee yet!

All of this has had me going to the trash can a few times, YES the trash can is overflowing and hubby commented that it needed to go out. Sigh (with some grrrrs).

Hubby informs me I have to hurry up and get to the grocery store, he is on his last bit of Sprite. I sigh. I grab a pen and paper and start my list. BIG sigh! I know I have said it a bunch of times BUT "I hate grocery shopping!". The prices depress me.

Hubby also asks me about his dollar coins that I should have picked up at the bank yesterday when I was there but forgot. This throws me over the top and I get snippy at him. SIGH!

What the heck is taking the friggin coffee so long!!!!!!

Bad sleep, let dogs out, Little Boys mess, NO COFFEE! Litter box, laundry, cat barf, NO COFFEE! Trash, grocery list, snippy at hubby, STILL no friggin COFFEE!

I cheat and steal half a cup from the unfinished pot. Quickly do my budget as I swig it down and am out the door headed to the grocery store. I get back and hubby is busy loading the truck with the trash to take to the dumpster. No help this time. Grumble, grumble. As I am still unloading the car, hubby comes back and informs me that the truck is overdue for an oil change. Okay, since I am still on my feet and outside, I'll head on over to the parts store and pick up the oil and filter.


Ohh but first come look at this, the truck is a quart low on oil. This is why I don't want you taking this truck on long trips! AND look at this hose...he touches the hose...gives it a pull and there ya go! I am officially broke down! The hose broke off and guess what...the parts store doesn't carry it! I'm going to have to try to find it from the dealership.

Thankfully for yall, I am sitting here and finally getting to drink my coffee and hopefully calm down.

Now to get back to that laundry! (But I really just want to go back to bed and try to start this day over)

Her Puppet Masters...

Sitting here drinking my coffee and going through my emails (it's been awhile). I get the weekly newsletter from Mama's Losing It, delivering the prompts for the Writer's Workshop for the week. As you must know already I haven't participated in some time. Anyway I got to last weeks prompts and the vlog option was "Show what a typical day looks like at your house". This tickled my funny bone pretty good. I started envisioning myself sitting down to watch the most boring movie ever! LOL!

She was wakened by a snorting/sneezing dog that was trying to tell her it is time to get your lazy bum up and let me out. She throws back the covers, slips on her slippers and lets all dogs out while keeping an watchful eye on the escape artist cat. She gets her coffee, puts it in the micro, gives the cats their treats and goes to the bathroom. She retrieves her hot coffee, looks over at the computer and tells herself "Stupid! You left the computer on all night". She fixes up her coffee with cream and sugar, steals a sip and puts it down.

Grabs a glass of water and a scoop of cat food. Opens the front door to watch all the kitties come a running. She feeds and waters them and sitently counts to make sure none are missing. Momma and 1,2,3,4,5. Humm, where's the daddy? Oh well, he'll show up.

Back in the house she grabs her coffee and sits down at the computer, time to see what is going on in the world and with my friends. She briefly glances over Facebook. Stitch barks that he wants back in, she waits for all three to come in but of course Taco has to be a little subborn and says no by laying there and ignoring the opened door. She comes back to the computer only to be summoned back to the door just a few short minutes later. False alarm, Tacos just barking for the sake of barking. Again he fools me for a second time, on the third time she forces him to come in so she can stop this merry go round.

Back in front of the computer in her swivel chair. She gets snorted/sneezed at by one dog and whined at by another. She swivels around and asks WHAT? Three beds for three dogs there shouldn't be a problem. Ohh, I see. Tacos bed is occupied by a cat and Stitch wants covers. She fixes the problems and returns to her browsing.

Now that the cat has been awakened and removed from said basket, he needs someone to pick on in his grouchy mood. He picks a fight with Peachy, who was fast asleep in her own basket. This morning is not quite going off without a hitch! She rubs her face in aggervation and heads outside to water the plants.

Anything to get away from being the puppet to the puppet masters. They pull her strings and move her along through another day, but sometimes they try to pull those strings just a little to tight and taunt. This just happens to be one of those mornings.

Lets see if another cup of coffee fixes anything!
If this was a movie, it really would be boring. That was two hours of my morning. Sitting here writing this and doing the same chores I do every morning. The cat fight was not a typical thing but does happen at least twice a week! LOL!

Now it is time to get on the phone and do my daily phone calls to mom and bf. Then it will be time to get some crocheting done before the heat picks up to a miserable 100 degrees.

Writer's Workshop: 10 Reasons

Writing prompt #5...10 reasons you like fall.

1) The colors!
Oh the pretty colors. Yeah I like green but the colors of the decaying leaves on some trees are just amazing. Sometimes living in the near desert of Texas, it's hard to tell when fall is actually here cause in some places even green is a rare color. The extreme Texas heat usually leaves everything a plain shade of brown, but I think everyone got a taste of that this year.

Back when we was traveling across America, I always looked forward to our return trip to the eastern states. Going through the Appalachian mountains was always my favorite, especially in fall. Getting up real high and looking at the beautiful landscape was breathe taking.

2) The cooler temps.
Like Sunday, was our first real taste of some livable days with out a/c. Yesterday morning was real nice and this mornings low was in the fifties. What I'm really looking forward to is a little reprieve to our electric bill. Getting that bill down to under a hundred for a couple of months will be well worth the wait. The weather will be so nice the chance of catching heat exhaustion on my walks or bike rides will be eliminated.

3) Clothing.
Not hot enough to have to run around with sweat stains and the minimal of clothing acceptable. Not cold enough to be bundled up in layers of clothes that you can't hardly move your arms. Just right for jeans and a t-shirt with maybe a light sweater in the evenings.

4) Pets.
Having the cooler temps will make having the dogs on my lap a more enjoyable experience. Just two weeks ago I was pushing them off of me in the effort to cool off my legs. There will be less aggravation towards them wanting to be on me and a whole lot more love and snuggling. I'm sure they are sick to death of hearing me say "It's too hot" and forcing them to go lay on the couch far away from me. They also sleep with me and two of the three sleep under the covers. I know for a fact that Stitch will be plenty glad for me to stop throwing off the covers in a fit of exasperation of being too hot.

5) Shopping.
The fall season is the time that I have to begin the winter stocking of our supplies. It is a hard and tasking job and yes I complain a bit, but really I do like it. It gets me out of the house and I enjoy the satisfaction I get when all is said and done. I know it sounds like: we live in the north or maybe that we are chipmunks, having to stock up for winter. Hubby's job is dependent on the weather and when the weather turns too cold; asphalt can't be laid, work is scarce and the pay checks get really small. So there will be no extra money for household, auto, pet or personal supplies. Now that I am thinking of it..I need to get started on that list.

6) Vacation.
I was looking forward to a fabulous vacation this year, but it looks like we will be staying at home. I was bothered by this for awhile but I have been researching places to visit here locally that we can enjoy. I have lived here for nearly 20 years and there is still so much about the area I have yet to discover. Two whole weeks of sleeping when I want, instead of being dictated to by an alarm clock. Oh the bliss!

7) The Cooking.
Even just last night hubby got all excited and rubbed his hands together in the anticipation of Chili. The summer heat tends to lead us towards quick meals like salads and sandwiches or just about anything that wont heat up the kitchen too much. When the fall comes with the promise of winter I tend to get out the soups, stews, chili and roasts. Can't wait to dig into the chili and cornbread. YUM!

8) The Holidays.
Not particularly the holidays themselves but the feel and spirit of them.

Halloween: gives me thoughts of children and their clever costumes, not the store bought ones but the creative ones that they dream up themselves. Then of course there is the CANDY and the house decorations (not mine but others). There is also the hayride to look forward to.

Thanksgiving: The family gathering of good food and good company. The preparation of thanksgiving can be gruel some but the reward of having family and friends to share with is awesome. Even if it is just me and the hubby and two small hens, the spirit of being thankful is always there. I also love the decorations of hay and pumpkins.

9) Photography.
I am really looking forward to the future photos that are just waiting to be taken or discovered. The anticipation has been gnawing at me for some time already. The trees will be thinning out and more of the landscape will be visible, things that were hidden behind the brush will now be reveled. I can hardly wait!

10) Crafts.
My craft of choice is crocheting. In the spring and summer it is nearly impossible for me to work on any projects cause the yarn doesn't flow to well when your fingers are sweating. Just in the week of slightly cooler temps I have managed to start a project and already have two other projects running through my head. AND that is just the first week of fall! I can do my crocheting up till about the beginning of march, then it starts to get a little too steamy outside. So when fall comes I tend to get into a creative mood and I love it!

Soo there ya have it folks...I love Fall!

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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!

What a Week

My week:
Niece was born.
Sleep was hiding from me.
Phone ringing off the wall.
Road trip to Austin.
Visited niece in hospital.
Vacation cancelled.
Tooth pain finally killing me.
Went to the dentist.
Two holes in head killing me.
Bedroom floor not progressing.
Lawnmower man arrived with niece and SIL in tow.
Took dog to vet, all is okay.
He was such a good boy about it!
Still have two movies from Netflix I have yet to watch.
And of course there were some opportunities for photos.


Families week:
Boo went back to school.
Homework calls have begun.
Sister M was riding her bike home from work.
Bike got stolen.
Mom got use of brother I's car, but he took it back.
Way too much drama.
Sister E decided to homeschool older kids.
Mom and I fought on phone.

Friends/bloggers week:
Spot's daughter had scary surgery, slowly recovering.
Kathryn's beloved dog Metro passed on to the fluffy clouds in the sky.
Dee had cataract surgery on both eyes. (maybe that was last week)
Lucy fell and hurt herself.
Lucy also needs to get jolted again to get her heart back in rhythm.

Talked hours on end with bbf, who now has to see a dentist.
Bf has been testing her crochet skills by making baby booties and stretching the pattern for big kids. Gotta go get some for niece and myself.

Just to name a few of the things that grabbed my attention this week. There is still more, but it's time for another pain pill and eventually today some grocery shopping.

Puppy Gone

Yesterday was a bitter sweet day.

The puppy that I rescued last Monday evening was such a delight for me to have around other than the constant watching and trying to anticipate his needs to go outside. It has been a really long time since I have had such a small puppy that had no clue what the great outdoors was for. I had forgotten how frustrating and tiring it was to house break a puppy.


(Toys galore and still my slippers weren't safe)

Other than that it was fun, for me. I say me cause let me tell you everybody (dogs) else was in torment over this new puppy invading their space. Chaquita and Taco snarled, growled, barked and showed their teeth to the pup. Stitch on the other hand would practically stay in bed all day just to be out of reach of him. I got great amusement (at times) and frustration out of this. To me he was being quiet ridiculous, but I truly believe he was scared of that puppy. If the puppy got even just a little to close Stitch would run for dear life or try to hide under my desk. It had its humor! Considering the puppy only wanted to have someone to play with. Well that someone turned out to be the cat Peaches, she apparently loved him and was nearly a momma figure for him. Cute, but strange.


(If only Taco had know the puppy had snuck in to snuggle while he was sound asleep)

Happily and sadly, the puppy has found a new home. I searched and searched for answers that didn't result in being taken to the local shelter. I was saddened to find out that our local shelter is NOT a no-kill shelter. All of our other alternative shelters were full to capacity, I was beginning to feel a little desperate.

Till I remembered this organization that I follow on Facebook "Save San Antonio Pets". I took the chance and contacted them, hoping for some new leads to follow.

I know most of you were thinking I was going to or should have kept him, unfortunately that wasn't an option. I can only do what I can to find these drop-offs a decent home or hand them over to the folks that foster till adoption.

Well, after reading my post and corresponding with me through emails, the lady who runs the organization came and picked up the puppy. I was/am sad to have had to give this one up. He was by far the best puppy I have ever worked with.


(He was so good with the camera)

I will miss him and wish him the best in all a good family can offer.

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

Randomness of our Weekend

Well technically we are still in our weekend, hubby doesn't go back to work till tomorrow. It has been great having him around to chat with and laugh with and slave for me!

I am such a mean slave driver. I mentioned that it had been a long time since he had done dishes. He asks..Oh yeah, how long? I give him my best bugged eyed glare and tell him...A super duper looooong time! (with the flare of "So there") He washed dishes twice in one day, so I guess I've gotten my glares worth out of him.
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We have been having an issue with the neighbors dog jumping the fence. He is on a chain and occasionally he gets it caught and nearly kills himself in his stupidity.

On his side, as he should be.

Climbing the fence as naughty dogs do.

Hi new mommy! NOT, you are going right back mister!

We played this merry-go-round for many many days. Hubby spent Saturday morning fixing the fence.
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The fireworks started next door Saturday evening till 1am and again Sunday evening.

This little vibrating baby girl was on my feet every time I stopped moving. I was followed everywhere except outside. When I did come in from outside, she could be found wrapped around the back of hubbies neck. She was scared so bad, she had to be forced to go outside to do her business.
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I was in and out of the house all weekend. I went for walks and took lots of photos. I think hubby was getting tired of the revolving door, but seriously it was soo hot that I couldn't stay out very long without coming back drenched.


Just a few to tease ya with!
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Saturday morning I asked hubby when was the race. Yes I'm talking about NASCAR!
Hubby replies..tomorrow at noon I think.
Later that afternoon I asked him to pull up the menu and see what is coming on TNT that evening.
Well, well, well! Would ya look at that! NASCAR is coming on tonight! Aren't ya glad I bugged you?!!
Seriously folks that was one heck of a race! I'm so glad I had concerns about his theory of them racing on a holiday or we would have missed it! IT WAS AWESOME!!!
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After going to town for our weekly shopping, we watched "Greatest American Hero" all day!

Not recommended for the folks who like more sophisticated television.
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That's about all folks!
How was your weekend?

Laughing

With the help of Sister J, I managed to get the stamps in the Memes tab to work properly.
Thank you Sister J for being my tech support.
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While on the phone with her; sitting on the back porch, with my back to the door:
Whisker’s was pawing on the door from the inside. I put the phone up to the door so she can hear it and we both were laughing our butts off.
He does it all the time, but as soon as I come in he calms down. Crazy cat!
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Hubby gets up from his chair and says “Goodnight Dear” and Taco and Stitch start growling. He comes over to my chair to kiss me goodnight and they come unglued and get real nasty. Hubby and I kiss with at least one eye on them. They calm right down when he walks away. As soon as hubby lies down on the couch, Taco goes over and snuggles up with him. Hubby tells him “I don’t want cha, you mean old dog!” But yet he lifts the covers for Taco to get under, as he says it! This is our nightly entertainment. We laugh our fool heads off, every night.
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Hubby comes into the office where I am at, with the dogs on their pillows under the covers and says “Goodnight Dear”. Ha ha ha… hubby exclaims “♪You can’t get me♫!” We try to kiss, but we are both laughing too much at the growling on the floor. Hubby says “I’m going to start saying GND”. I am roaring with laughter and tears are flowing out the corners of my eyes!!
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Hubby and I both use our TV trays in the living room when we are sitting down to supper. We always eat with an audience, like… three pairs of eyes on hubby first (till he announces “All gone” and pushes his table away from himself, then they all turn on me. Makes me laugh all the time!
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I cooked hubby a nice steak dinner with sautéed mushrooms, (very rare for me to cook a steak) he is sitting there chowing down and drops a piece. Before he could even look to see where it went, it was being chewed on by Chaquita! She has the best spot in the house, she sits right under the table in-between his feet. Hubby says “No such thing as a three second rule around here!!” I laughed, but then I was thinking it is a good thing Chaquita got it, because if he had tried the three second rule I would have been grossed out!
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I called hubby the other day and told him I needed for him to stop at the store on his way home.
Hubby… NO store!
Me… But I need you to!
Hubby…Why?
Me…Well if I tell ya, you won’t want to do it.
Hubby…I already don’t want to do it!
(He hates to stop anywhere when home is his destination)
Me…Well, I need you to pick me up some…lady things.
Hubby…GO TO THE STORE!! The truck runs!
Me…Not well enough for me to trust it.
Hubby…GO TO THE STORE!!
Me…Fine!
I didn’t go.
Hubby gets home and NO he didn’t go to the store. (It is really hard sometimes to tell if he is kidding)
Hubby…That will learn ya!
I laugh, but yet I’m a little puzzled.
Me…That will learn me what?
Hubby…That will learn ya to have a years supply so you won’t run out!
Hysterical laughter!!!!
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Hottest seat in the house!

The night before Mother's day I was going through stuff in hubby's bedroom and came across this basket. It was the dogs toy basket, but I found it to not fit in my new livingroom very well so I bought a new one. I wasn't really sure what to do with it, so I just put it in hubby's room till I made up my mind. One year later, I am wondering what to do with it again. I set it on the floor and walked away to do other things. Later I noticed Stitch was laying in it, so I made him get out and I put chaquita's blankie in it. Ever since then I have seen everybody using it. AND Peaches and Whiskers fight over it, but if the cats aren't using it you can bet one of the dogs are. Who knew a basket was going to be the best and hottest seat in the house?! And all this time I thought it was my lap!











(The last of the pics on the old camera)

What The Heck Is That Smell?

Well I guess it is doggie time. I was going to (bore you to death)tell you all about my weight loss journey, BUT somebody had other plans.

I let the dogs out like I do every morning in my stumbling not awake bumping into things mode.

Everything is nice and quiet and I am waking up the computer.

Stitch barks at the door for me to let him back in, I do.
Minutes later the other two want in.
I am slowly going through my morning routine.

*Sniff* *Sniff*

What the heck is that smell?

I checked all the usual places:

Kitchen closet, maybe it's the trash. Nope.
Under the sink, maybe I finally caught that friggin mouse. Nope.
Open the back door, maybe it's the septic tank. Nope
Litter box? Nope.
(Stitch was helping me with my search, he looked everywhere I looked)

Where the heck is it coming from?

I turned to Stitch to ask this question. (so I wouldn't look like I'm crazy)

I then see it! It being spots on his fur, like he got caught out in the beginnings of a raim storm.

What is that?

I reach down and touch the spots and they are not wet, they are sotra crusty.
I lift my fingers to my nose (thinking it might be oil).

OH MY GAWD!!!

What the heck did you get into???

He was immediately escourted to the kitchen sink, where he promtly got a bath!



So, now he is mad at me and trying to hide in Whiskers basket! LOL!


Lovely way to wake up in the morning!

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!

1998 Grass Fire

I knew it was a good idea to have some posts in draft. Since I am sick, I am going to share one from my reserves.



The year was 1998.

I was working at the local bar (right where it says 181), the day was like any other day. Same old faces and even the same old jokes, but we were all good friends. The customer average was probably twenty on a good day. This particular day we had maybe ten.

Sirens were heard. In our location that was a rarity. Folks were going outside to see what the commotion was about. The sirens were very very close.

My hubby was rounding the corner with our old 64' Chevy pick-up, he had our Rottweilers in the back. I knew instantly at the sight of the dogs, that something was wrong. He screeches up to the doors and hopes out in a panic. He starts unhooking the dogs, in a rush.

I'm yelling over the sirens and highway noise..What's wrong?
He yells back..Fire!!
I grab the dogs and he heads back before I can press for more info.
Just as soon as he is leaving, my bf and her hubby(M) and their dogs arrive.

It was a grass fire, it had started on the corner (Laguna and the yellow line) and it was all most all the way back to our houses (the green arrow).

M took me down the back way (top right of pic) to help hubby. There was still my car, clothes, cat, pics, ect.. to get and knew he couldn't do it all.

The smoke and heat were extreme. What did I find when I got there? My hubby standing there with a garden hose! There was no reasoning with the man, I grabbed all that was necessary and left as I was told.

Back up at the bar, I was in full panic mode. Worrying my fool head off, not just for hubby, but for our house (really it was a really old trailer, but we loved it). I was in tears, shaking and mindless with fear.

It's weird what kind of things get into your brain when faced with danger. Like..if we do lose the house where will we go? Where will the animals go? How will we start over? And so on, and so on..

Thankfully, hubby realized that the wind had shifted away from the house and left the fire fighting to the real fire fighters. He finally made his appearance at the bar a good 2 hours after I had left him with his garden hose. I was soo relieved to see him alive, but then I got mad. How could he leave me for hours (in a state of panic) not knowing if the fire had got him?



Fortunately, the Fire Fighters were able to get it under control and all houses were saved. Some barns didn't make it, but they were old and empty. We were allowed to go back home six hours later.

I tell you this story, cause from time to time hubby and I will recall it with some laughter.
Every time he does something along the lines of stupid, I will say..at least that wasn't as bad as the day you tried to fight a fire with a garden hose!


See yall Monday, Have a good weekend!

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)

Stuff Around the House

This is what I found laying around the house Saturday, while scouting out a pic for y'all to enjoy.

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You would think hubby was freezing to death. We live in south Texas and he was wrapped up in long johns, sweat pants with hoodie, robe and blanket. What you can't see is that under that blanket is Taco and Chaquita. With Whiskers on top, he got so snuggly warm he fell asleep!


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