Readers, Suzy wants to shave her head again this year. Who are we to deny her? She’s shaving her head in memory of an 8 year-old named John, who lost his life to leukemia.
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If you’re on Facebook and you want to play Scrabulous or Scramble, you just go right ahead and invite me to a game. I suck at both of them, but I’m happy to play!
It’s been a while since I uploaded any movies, so here you go. This is from sometime in December, and seems to come from several different Snackin’ Time sessions. Elleh-Belleh is demanding a snack at the beginning, then she’s not there, and Punki and Felicia are, so I don’t know what was up. Also, it’s really freakin’ long, sorry about that.
Also, warning: Spot’s in the movie, so don’t be all sad and surprised when you see him.
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Punki.
Felicia.
I had completely forgotten what a sweet girl Punki is. The only times I’ve seen her for the last month was at the pet store, and she was all hissy and growly and climby, which is apparently how she acts when she’s stressed. After I cleaned at the pet store yesterday, I put Elle and Skittles in the cage where Punki and Felicia had been, and brought Punki and Felicia home, and Punki immediately turned into this goofy, sweet, sniffy, purring little monkey.
Before I left the pet store, I had a stern talk with Elle and Skittles, and they promised me that they’d get themselves adopted into very good homes before next Monday. I so hate going in there and seeing my girls in cages. I just don’t GET why they’re not getting adopted.
I suspect that Elleh-Belleh knew she was about to go to the pet store, because she spent all last evening sitting and giving me a “How COULD you?!” look. Then, she climbed up next to me, snuggled up, and spent the night sleeping with me, which she’s never done before.
I hate hate HATE taking cats to the pet store, especially cats who’ve been with us for so long and have come to think they’re in their “Forever home” rather than just a waystation. I feel sad and guilty and like the most evil person alive, but if we kept every cat I’ve come to love, we’d have about a hundred cats right now.
If you have a moment tomorrow evening, pause and send a happy adopting thought toward North Alabama and those two sweet brown tabbies, would you?
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When I got home from the pet store this morning, I settled in for a rough day of doing not very much at all: followed the cats around with a camera, checked on the whereabouts of Joe Bob (I still don’t quite trust him not to hop the fence), boiled a chicken carcass to make a couple of pans of chicken and rice casserole (which I immediately put in the freezer to have at a later date).
Speaking of food, last night we had green tomato chili for dinner. We had half a batch of it left over from September (it makes a LOT, so I always freeze half the batch), so I tossed it in the crockpot, let it cook all day, and told Fred that if he wanted corn bread, it was up to him to make it. He, being a southern boy, loves corn bread. I like cornbread if it’s sweet – I think that’s a Yankee thing – but otherwise I’m no big fan.
Fred got out the bag of cornmeal, looked at the recipes on the back and said “There’s no recipe for corn bread!”
“Well,” I said. “That’s why they make the internet.”
“I’m not looking up a recipe for CORN BREAD on the internet!” he scoffed, and made up his very own recipe on the fly. And it was really pretty good, as corn bread goes.
It pisses me off that he can do that. I can follow a recipe and make corn bread; he can throw a bunch of stuff in a bowl and make better corn bread. I’m a functional cook, but he’s the one who’s really good at it.
Bastard.
Anyway, I was just hitting my ass-sitting groove this afternoon when Fred came inside (it was 50 degrees outside today, but there was a brutal wind and it was fucking cold out there, so he was all bundled up). After talking around the subject for a few minutes, he finally said that he was worried he wouldn’t get the pig shelter finished today, and he wanted to get the roof on it so it wouldn’t get wet inside. I bundled up and went outside and I was the best! helper! ever!
While he cut wood, I drilled holes and then screwed screws to hold the side and back panels on. We took a break for lunch, and then he went out and mostly got the roof on, and I drilled more holes and screwed more screws.
This is my “What the fuck am I supposed to do here with this board that isn’t as tall as the others?” face. Please note: warm, puffy jacket.
Badass.
Mister Boogers is no dummy. He stayed inside where it was warm, curled up in a nice soft bed, and slept the day away.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Amazon is the Jonathan Baker of boyfriends.
2004: I could have crowned myself “The Queen of Fuck.”
2003: Because M&Ms rock, and so does my husband.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Have I mentioned that three-day weekends rock? They surely do.
That Punki is one pretty kitty. I guess if people aren’t seeing her as anything but stressed then they’re not going to realise what a treasure they’re missing out on…
Oh my! If you were anywhere closer to California, I’d totally take sweet little Punkie off your hands. My home, overrun by one male dog, four male kittyboys, and one male husband, REALLY needs more estrogen!
I was wondering if it was hard for you to bring the fosters to the pet store — of course it is! That’s a big Duh! I’ve even doing the V-8 thing on my head. Duh!
Aww! Spotty!
I am impressed by Fred’s mad cooking skills. How in the hell someone can just “know” the ingredients and right amounts (I know how to make cornbread and I can’t even think right now, is their baking soda? How many eggs?) lol
Felicia has CRAZY eyes!
Hi Robyn. I think that the kittie fostering is a wonderful thing that you do. I don’t know if I could subject myself to having to give them up all of the time! I have a question for your next question answering extravangza! You never mention seeing deer at all. Do they have deer in Alabama? And if not, do you want some from Michigan??
Hi Robyn, I do believe that Fred will make a carpender out of you yet. A woman holding an electric drill, Sexy!! Oh, and about lifting 80 pounds, please don’t try that anymore. You might get slipped disc problems, coming from one who knows first hand. Since Fred was raised down there, I’m sure he has watched his mother throw together a batch of cornbread from scratch. Still, I think it is right manly of him, a man in the kitchen cooking. Sexy!!
I like how when you pan around more and more cats show up in the picture lol. That’s awesome.
You look adorable wielding power tools in your puffy coat!
I’m impressed as hell Fred can throw together something being baked. I can occasionally cook things on the fly, such as soup or stew, but when I’m baking, I must have a recipe to follow.
First let me say that I’m nooooot giving unsolicited advice. Because I wouldn’t do that. Because I know you hate it. But, I want to offer a suggestion, haha. Have you tried putting pics of the kitties up for adoption on your local Craigslist page? I wonder if that would give them, and the shelter, more exposure. I don’t know anything about this shelter so I’m not sure if it’s a pretty popular place, but it couldn’t hurt to get more attention sent its way, right?
I’d think that Elle and Skittles would get adopted pretty quickly. They’re so beautiful. Don’t looks matter when people are checking out cats to adopt?
I love your puffy, warm jacket! If they come in red, I really need one.
Robyn I am curious, have you had trouble with freezer burn when you make a large dish and freeze half for later use? I don’t have one of those vacuum seal things and I am trying to make double batches of meals to make busy days easier. Any advice on freezing would be appreciated.
Ha! I have those square plates too. I spent a fortune on them from pampered chef. So the cat’s have never been served their snack on them. 🙂
Also, do you know how bad a pig pen smells?
I totally love that Elle cat. I can’t believe no one has adopted her.
(or the rest of them either!!) if i didn’t have 3 already and a hubby that says” NO MORE CATS” I would snatch her right up. 🙁
Do they have them listed on petfinder.com ? Maybe that would help.
Ok, one last question ..then I’ll shut up.
Do any of your cats do the “puke up whole food thing ” all the time ?
I have one that seems to do it the most. all 3 are healthy and have never been outside. I’m stumped…..and sick of stepping in cat puke.
Ok- is it just me or my computer- but did every word on the snackin’ movie repeated twice?
Hi Robyn. Thanks so much for posting your recipes. Tonight I tried the chicken and rice casserole. I didn’t have breadcrumbs so I used Pepperidge Farm herb-seasoned stuffing instead. It was delicious — even my kids ate it, which is a huge compliment considering how picky they are. Thanks again!