Sissy McGee – one of our hens who regularly escapes the chicken yard to free roam the property ’til it gets close to dark, and then she returns to the chicken yard ’cause she’s no dummy – took it upon herself to jump the fence into the back yard yesterday. Jake, who had never seen a chicken from that close up, was beside himself. He stalked her around the back yard as she explored and scratched and ate bugs.
“What the -?”
He never did attack – just followed her around and watched her. I guess he might be a lunatic, but he’s not CRAZY. She would have kicked his butt.
“NOM NOM NOM, there is NOTHING as tasty as a sock-covered foot! Unless it’s a slipper-covered foot!”
“NO! That are MY foot for chomping on! You go away!”
“Hiiii! I’m Reacher, and I’ll be in charge of eating your foot today!”
Don’t be fooled by the sweet face. Corbett also enjoys chomping on feet.
“So I told her and told her I wasn’t pregnant, and she just kept saying ‘Ha, ha, RIGHT you’re not pregnant. Give me those babies!’ and then she took me to the vet, and the VET told her I wasn’t pregnant, and apparently the VET knows more about my pregnancy or lack thereof than I do, and she was all ‘J’accuse!’, but seriously, what did I need to do, spell it out in poop or something? I TRIED TO TELL HER! And now the halcyon days of eating kitten food and sleeping off 63 snacks a day are OVER, and I ask you – is that fair? Am I to be punished for NOT being a harlot?”
Over the weekend, I spilled half a container of flour on the kitchen floor. Elwood ran right over and started EATING the flour, as if it were the finest cat treat I could have given him. I shooed him away, but not before I got a picture of him. See the coat of flour on his chin? Crazy boy.
Previously
2009: Random things that make me twitch.
2008: She turned and glared her “FUCK YOU” glare at me, and went along her way.
2007: No entry.
2006: You WISH you were me.
2005: Off to Gatlinburg.
2004: Our palates are too immature, I suppose.
2003: Now I know why, when the camera and sound guy were setting up and I chirped “Oh, is this the camera that’s going to make me look like Ashley Judd?”, everyone laughed so hard.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Then he and the spud went swimming yesterday, since the pool’s up to a sultry 66.