Itchmo’s forums and Pet Connection and Howl911, all links I got from Michelle‘s page.
We’ve talked about going to a raw food diet for the cats but – and I know I’m going to hell for this – I just don’t want to fucking deal with grinding up raw chickens for the cats or ordering expensive raw food for them. I’ve ordered sample bags of a couple of high-protein dry foods, and we’ll see how that goes.
I’d just like to be able to feed my cats without worrying that I’m killing them, is that too much to ask for?
It seems so.
(I’m keeping a close eye on all the cats, and they’re acting perfectly fine, for the record.)
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Chris Rock had a bit in one of his HBO standup specials where he talked about OJ killing Nicole Brown Simpson, and Chris Rock said something like “Now I’m not sayin’ he should have killed her…. BUT I UNDERSTAND!”
In like manner, I don’t think Alec Baldwin should have EVER left such a nasty message on his daughter’s voicemail… but I completely understand the impulse.
(Yeah, yeah, right, except for you. Your daughter is an angel and you’ve never felt one moment of anger toward her, you have an idyllic relationship. Tell it to the jury, Miz Crawford.)
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Things I should have done this weekend but did not: use the gas-powered trimmer to trim around the house, in the ditch, and around the various outbuildings. Mop the floors in the downstairs. Move the guest bed to the guest bedroom. Scrub the upstairs shower. Weed the front flower bed, put down black plastic (to thwart further weeds), put down red mulch, figure out what I want to use as edging around the front flower beds. Been any kind of help while Fred sprayed weed killer in the ditch and poison ivy killer around the poison ivy (weed killer and poison ivy killer might have been the same stuff, I’m not sure).
Things I did do this weekend: Used the push mower to mow the areas of the lawn that cannot be mowed with the riding mower. Used the riding mower to mow the rest of the lawn. Deliberately drove the riding lawnmover around the edge of the chicken yard so I could guffaw at the flock o’ chickens running to get away from me (yes, cruel. But funny!). Made chocolate chip zucchini bread (which I found lacking. Got a good recipe? Gimme.) Vacuumed the entire house, twice (once Saturday, once Sunday). Straightened the kitchen and put a bunch of dishes away. Brushed Spot, twice (that is one shedding, hairy dude). Took recyclables to the recycling place.* Took several walks around the back forty with Fred. Did a lot of Snood playing. Checked on Fred’s stoop-building progress (progressing nicely, for the record). Planted two hanging planters full of Million Bells Petunias and two big planters full of the same, then spent the weekend trying to decide what else I want to plant to put on the porch (suggestions welcome – something easy to take care of, will thrive in part shade and is purty). Swept the porch. Pruned one of the winter honeysuckle bushes. Considered pruning the spirea bush, but gave up because it’ll be a big undertaking – that spirea bush is seriously overgrown.
I consider it a weekend well spent.
*We don’t have curbside recycling here, but there’s a recycling place in the next town, and you can recycle a lot more stuff there than we were ever able to in Madison (ie, glass and junk mail). Very cool.
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When we walk around the back forty, Maxi or Newt (and sometimes both) like to accompany us. Yesterday, we were at the very back part of the property, when we heard Newt meowing, some rustling noises, and then he came bounding out of the undergrowth at the edge of the property. He proceeded to follow us, meowing his whiny little meow the entire time, so I made a little movie of him.
YouTube link
His whiny little meow cracks me up. I sure do love that cat.
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“Ah hets them country kitties. They’s jest too durn salty.”
Miss Maxi makes herself at home in the garden.
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Fred and I came up with the perfect name for a rapper: Skid Markee.
2003: Damn that Rob Rummel-Hudson. Damn him straight to hell. He gave me The Pink Eye!
2002: Note to self: Get life.
2001: how the hell did I ever get everything done when I was working full-time? (I still wonder this)
2000: I had hoped to see Tom Cruise’s penis, so I could pause the movie and look closely at it.]]>