Bitchypoo logo for November – this one by the lovely and talented Kathleen!
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I have a bunch of links for y’all today, but don’t forget to come back when you’ve checked them all out!
If you live in the Austin, Texas area and would be interested in a cute, fat calico cat, check out
this page.
Also, there are still kittens available
here, if you’re in the Lubbock, Texas area.
I have new crafty stuff up on
Not Terribly Crafty.
Pet store kitties are
here.
Fred’s just signed a contract with a national distributor, which means that in some number of weeks his book will be available in a bookstore near you. In the interest of making room, he’s put the book on sale. If you live in the US, you can get a copy of the book for $11, and no shipping. Go
here for more details or to order (that price is only if you order through us, though – Amazon still charges the full price).
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The Tubby Pee Situation continues. When Tubby peed again Friday near where he’d peed Thursday, we decided that maybe he did need to go to the vet. The vet wasn’t able to get a urine sample, but gave us the medicine to treat a UTI, just in case.
When Fred and the spud were watching a movie Saturday afternoon, Tubby came downstairs and stood near the kitchen, meowing bitchily. I went to see what he was bitching about, and he turned and stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked expectantly at me.
“You’d better follow him,” I said to Fred. “He’s trying to tell us something. Maybe Timmy’s trapped in the well!”
Fred followed Tubby upstairs, and Tubby just looked at him and meowed bitchily again. Fred picked Tubby up and put him in the litter box, and Tubby peed a gallon of pee before going back to lay in his usual spot under my dresser.
After much discussion, Fred and I decided that perhaps Tubby is getting too fat to get in the litter box comfortably. Not that the litter box is too small, but if you’ll recall (or refer to your Bitchypoo Manual), the litter box sits in a larger box, since Spanky has the habit of peeing over the side of the litter box. There’s a hole cut in the box that the litter box is sitting in, and there’s not a lot of room to get through the hole and then up over the side of the litter box for a fatass like Tubby. (Yeah, I know – pot, kettle, black.)
At regular intervals for the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday, Fred picked up Tubby and set him in the litter box. It’s kind of like potty training a toddler, where you put them on the potty and sometimes they happen to have to go at that particular time and you make a big fuss (“Good, Tubby! Good GOOD Tubby!”), and sometimes they don’t have to at all and they just look at you with a blank face.
We’re currently working on a way to make it easier for Tubby to get to the litter box while still protecting the wall from Spanky’s pee.
Fun times, folks. Fun FUN times.
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Last night after watching 10-8, Fred and I decided to go upstairs and read until bedtime. As Fred went to turn the TV off, an advertisement for some interview or another with Jessica Lynch came on.
“Jessica Lynch!” I said. “Isn’t she the only POW we’ve ever had in all of history?”
Fred smiled. “Yes. Yes, she is! And I think
Todd Beamer rescued her!”
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Put something on the counter, and chances are good that a portly Poo will come along to sit upon it.
Looking beany.
And even beanier.
A year ago: Obviously that’s made a big impact on my life.
Two: I don’t want to hate the carpet on my stairs
Four: Like sit on my lazy ass.]]>