Dudes! Remember how yesterday he was all “Who in the what, now? Refi rates have hit what? Is that good or bad? WHERE can I find out more information about this refi stuff?!”?
TODAY, he’s all “Motherfucker say what? I have to go back to SCHOOL now? Social Security ain’t gonna pay me for going to no SCHOOL! How’m I gonna afford SCHOOL?!”
I think he’s really hit his niche with that look.
You know, I have really been doing nothing at all lately except laying on the couch watching TV, and sometimes sitting on my ass in front of the computer.
(And directing Fred on what to do to keep the house semi-clean.)
So I has nothing for you today, and also I am going to be leaving for a little while to . Thus, a series of cat pictures. It’s been a LONG time since that, huh? Like, an entire day! You lucky readers!
We got Jake and Elwood what, back in… August? Mid-August, apparently, which I’ve determined by checking the dates on the pictures I posted of them on Flickr.
So we got them in August, and for these last six months, we’ve been waiting. And waiting. Annnnd waiting. We knew it was just a matter of time before they figured out how to use the cat door. They’ve been spending a lot of time hanging out by the back door watching the big cats go out and come in and sniffing wildly at the door.
Then Saturday, Fred said “I see Jake outside!”
The time had come. We dug through our baskets of odds and ends and collared up both Jake and Elwood.
For those of you who don’t know, we have an electric fence around the back yard so the cats can go outside but can’t get out of the yard. If the cats get too close to the fence, their collars sound a warning beep. If they continue to get closer to the fence, they get a short zap. It usually only takes being zapped once. They’re pretty smart, they figure it out quickly. Not all the cats need collars – Miz Poo and Spanky have never once tried climbing over the fence. We used to put a collar on Kara, but she showed no inclination to go anywhere near the fence, so we don’t collar her anymore and have had no issues with her jumping the fence. Sugarbutt and Tommy, on the other hand, will jump the fence in no time flat (especially Tommy) if they’re uncollared, so we collar them up every morning. The only cat who never goes outside is Stinkerbelle – it’s not that she’s not allowed outside, it’s that she hasn’t shown any inclination to go outside, and since I imagine we’d be taking our lives in our hands every morning when we put the collar on her, I’m just as happy to have her stay inside.
Jake and Elwood didn’t like wearing collars at ALL, but they got used them within a few hours. Jake was in and out through that cat door like a champ. He spent most of his time on the steps or near the steps. Elwood? Not really much of a desire to go outside, oddly enough. We’re still collaring him up every morning, just in case, but maybe he’s decided he’s an indoor cat.
Jake, peeking through the door.
Happy Jake, at the bottom of the steps.
I don’t remember what it was, but something freaked Jake out.
But he got over it pretty quickly.
He stuck close to the back steps for most of the day, but the next morning I looked out and saw him hanging from the tree in the back yard (the tree has a piece of metal around it, about six feet up. The cats can climb up the tree a little, and hang there, but the metal prevents them from climbing too high.)
I think it’s hilarious that Jake is in and out all day long, but Elwood is really not all that interested in going out. Maybe he’s just a little scared and needs some time to get used to the idea. Who knows?
It’s VERY odd, seeing two little gray cats around the house wearing red collars. Elwood was curled up sound asleep yesterday, and I glanced at him, and he looked SO much like Mister Boogers that it took my breath away.
Previously
2009: I have so much to learn.
2008: “Well,” I said. “You really hit the fuckup trifecta this weekend, didn’t you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “That’s all she had to say! A simple ‘thank you’ would have made Doug as happy as a sissy with a dick in his mouth!”
2004: This DOES NOT STRIKE ME as a government that is staying the FUCK out of my face!
2003: A Day in the Life of Miz Poo.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Ahhh, sweet blessed Friday.
That little millisecond when you think you see your old friend is very hard.
That old man’s face is the definition of curmudgeon!! Heh. I can see him now “YOU DAMN KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN!!”
Jake looks so happy to be outside!! Hopefully he’ll pass the message along to his brother to join him outside. 😀
Before you even said it I thought they looked like Boog with the red collars on.
Yea, that old man’s face is still cracking me up!
I can’t believe it took them this long to use the cat door. Funny boys. They are so pretty.
“Motherfucker say what?
That cracked me up! Especially because when i said it in my head, it gradually went up an octave…so it was really high pitched at the “what?”.
I love this journal!
Maybe that old guy is thinking, “Elder rage, deal with it!” LOL He’s definitely got a weird look going on!
When you wrote that Stinkerbelle didn’t like to go out, it reminded me of the first cat I had after getting married (Punkin, she lived to be 20 years old!) Punkin insisted on going out to roam a few hours every day, always returned before night. If I didn’t let her out, she’d go nuts — climbing the door trim, yowling, etc (and she was spayed early on). Anyhow, after about 5 years, one day I let her out — and instead of taking off like a shot, she sat on the porch awhile, looking around. Went out into the yard, sniffed at the grass a couple of times, then came back to the door. And that was it — she NEVER wanted outside again. I even put her on the porch a couple times, and she would zoom right back into the house. I guess she decided she was “retired” from outdoors, and preferred being inside!
Why have I assumed that Jake and Elwood have been going outside all this time. They just seem like outdoor kitties to me.
Oh, and thanks. Now I’m completely hooked on Hoarders; Almost made it through Season 1 yesterday. Geez.
do you follow “shit my dad says” on twitter? if you’re not, you should really check it out. in any case, that old curmedgeon in the photo sort of looks like the shit my dad says guy!
I looove the way Jake’s “snoot” sticks out. He looks like he’s a wearing a big old shit eating grin in that second picture. I like red collars on grey cats. I think it’s cool that Jake and Elwwod are so different personality wise. I am so bored I watched a little curling on the Olympics this afternoon. It’s a really unusual sport. A lot of snow here yet again-we are really getting our butts kicked here this winter. I hope the old codger in the ads is making a nice chunk of change.
Someplace, somebody’s Granpa is saying “The interwebs? What the hell do you mean, ‘I’m on the interwebs?’. We haven’t even got one of those digital Tv thingies yet!”.
Oh Robyn! Thank you so much for the laughter! I read yesterday and today’s entries in order just a few minutes ago, and I’m practically crying from your captions surrounding the old man ads. ROFL! Thank you!
I’d never seen Dour Old Dude before today’s post, but sure enough the VERY NEXT TIME I went to check my email, there he was in an ad on the side! I think he may have been ordering me to re-side my damn house already, it’s a blight on the neighborhood.
And now I’m afraid to look at my inbox again, because I think I snorted as I laughed and startled the rest of the office.
Love the old dude picture. I haven’t seen him but I did see the serial killer one they had on the mortgage one. Crazy creepy looking guy. Love the smiley Jake. I would laugh my head off all the time around him.
I think I might like to try curling. We have a pretty active club here. Of course that would mean I would have to get off my butt and go there.
Thanks for the giggles each and every day. They are sorely needed right now.
Was Stinkerbelle always… less-than-social? Or did she grow into her attitude?
We live on a busy street so I really don’t want Snickers to go outside, but he is determined. Whenever we leave he is right at the door trying to sneak past us. At night, when I gather up the newspapers to put in the garage recycling bin, all he has to hear is the papers rattling and he tears for the door no matter what part of the house he is in. We always have to be “on alert” for a possible breakout. What can I do to discourage this behaviour? Of course, he has a pet chip and collar, but it’s the traffic I worry abbout. Any help would e appreciated.