Recently on Dinosaurs Can’t Eat Pizza, Nance and I made Tomato Bisque (that post will be up later today), and I made 88 Calorie Brownies.
In case you missed it over the weekend, I posted on Saturday and on Sunday as well, because who doesn’t want to stare at 300 pictures of wee baby kittens? (Also, Everett Peppers was adopted, yay!!!)
Yesterday, I had to go under the house again to run a cable from my computer to the magic box that brings internet from the outside world to my fingertips. Unlike last week’s trip under the house, this was a relatively short distance (thank god), and unlike last week’s trip, I brought the camera with me. I didn’t bring the big camera because it’s expensive and hard to handle when I’m wriggling around on my belly like a worm; I brought the smaller camera and shot some pictures.
WARNING: Under-house pictures below. Skip to the next section if you have no desire to see them!
The door that leads under the house. That cement wall to the right is where the well is located. (The well does not currently work. We’ve been meaning to have someone come out and make it so that it’ll work, but clearly that has not happened yet. Who knows if it ever will?)
The door, open. That black plastic covers most of the ground under there. There’s a large pile of bricks under there to the right.
I’m inside, wriggling on my belly. I can crawl on my hands and knees until I need to go under one of those silver air duct thingies. This is straight ahead from the door. The white pipes carry water; the silver things carry heat in the Winter, cool air in the Summer. It’s wicked dusty under here.
You can’t really see it in this picture but there’s a big ol’ spider web there coming down from that silver air duct.
See that upper silver air duct thingy, that’s going up to the floor? That’s where I’m headed. That covered grate on the brick wall looks out into the back yard.
Annnd, that’s kind of back behind me. If it wasn’t such a problem getting under here, that might be a good place to keep stuff. Like, canned stuff. But alas, I am not crawling my ass under the house every time I need a jar of applesauce.
I got to where I needed to go, only to find out that I was supposed to grab that blue cable and bring it with me. This was about, oh, 12 feet of crawling and wriggling that seemed like 12 miles.
After I grabbed the cable and pulled it back over to the original place I was, I had to stick it up through this hole. There are several cave crickets and one big, juicy spider. I had to stick my hand up there. Was fun. In fact, it took three tries before I could get the cable to go through the hole because it just barely fit.
Headed back to the door, I stopped and snapped a shot toward the front of the house. That was where I had to go last weekend. I was sad that I didn’t have to go back there again this time. NOT. (NOT sad, that is.)
And one last shot. Creepy times. I’m not claustrophobic, but every trip under the house makes me rethink that position.
I am now caught up on Revenge, and I have this to say: oh, good lord, it is just so delightfully BAD. How on earth are they going to stretch this show out past the first season?
Also, with every line he delivers, Conrad Grayson looks like he has a mouthful of peanut butter and he’s trying to push it out without using his tongue.
I just love the hell out of this show; it is so delightfully over the top with wooden actors and unbelievable situations and it makes me giggle gleefully at least once every show (the most recent one being in the flashback when Takeda and Nolan were looking meaningfully at each other. Emily turned to look suspiciously at Nolan, and he smiled and nodded at her. I had to watch it like six times, it make me giggle so much.)
After much time spent looking at kitten behinds yesterday afternoon, we are fairly certain that we’ve got three girls and one boy on our hands, Stripey1 being the one boy. Fred is pretty good at this sort of thing, so I’m pretty sure he’s right (but let me add that it’s always a possibility he’s wrong on one or more of the kittens).
Lesley, if you haven’t already, please check your email and get back to me regarding the naming of your kitten!
All continues to be well with the kittens. Every time I go into the room they’re either eating, sleeping, or preparing to do one or the other. Emmy is making sure that they’re fed and cleaned, and in turn we make sure that she’s well-fed and her litter box stays clean! It works well for all of us.
I’m pretty sure this is Stumpy. Such a sweet little face.
Sweet mama.
I love it when they curl up with her like this.
Charcoal loves her mama.
Stripey1.
Oh, look! Time to eat. That only happens constantly, we’re lucky I had the camera with me while it was happening.
Content mama.
Right to left, we’ve got Stumpy, Charcoal, Stripey2, and under Emmy’s arm, Stripey1.
Look at that baby, rolling around while nursing.
And rolling the other way. Also: TOES.
“What?”
You know, one thing that drives me crazy is how a cat will sleep almost exclusively in one or two places, and then suddenly they just STOP. Sugarbutt used to sleep in the bottom of this Room with a View cat house all the time. Then one day, he stopped. I couldn’t figure out why – had someone peed in it? (The amount of time I spend smelling things to see if they’ve been peed on, well, if I had that time back, I could cure cancer.) No one had peed in it, Sugarbutt just appeared to not want to be there any more. So I was happy to see Miz Poo hanging out in it the other day, and Spanky sleeping on top. The two oldest cats in the house, hanging out together, kind of. Awww.
Previously
2011: (Fred, by the way, is SO proud of Loony Jake and his huntin’ ways.)
2009: DAMNIT.
2008: Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted? A. Miz Poo!
2007: “Yeah, it’s really fleein’ the interview,” Fred said.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: You suppose they’d mind if I went over after dark and pressed my face up against the window to see what’s going on?
2003: Maybe I should go for the dreadlocks look…
2002: Any resemblance to persons living or dead are completely coincidental. I don’t fart.
2001: every Mulvaney shat gold upon command three times a day.
2000: Here at casa bitchypoo, we believe in extremely lazy Sundays.
Dear Robyn,
I got up early to get started/caught up on my work. Instead I spent the morning oohing and aahing over bebbeh kitteh pictures. I intend to blame you. (True fact: I own a t-shirt that says, “I didn’t say it was your FAULT, I just said I’m going to BLAME you.”)
As your atonement for the grievous sin of distracting me with adorableness, please post more adorable kitty pictures tomorrow. Kthxbye xoxo (c;
–e
It’s just like a mother to have three daughters and favor the lone son (Emmy with Stripey1 u tucked under her arm). Did someone call my first brother/middle child Hossana The Son? (Whistling innocently.) One comfort-he is one giant PITA of a grown child now! What IS it about mothers and sons?
Forgot to say a big HARRAY for Everett’s adoption yesterday. Fingers Crossed for Sally now.
You’re making me wish I’d watched Revenge now. Sounds really amusing 🙂
Thanks for the warning before the photos. I went back and looked. Couldn’t stop myself. The light from the flash made it better I’m sure. Imagining the REAL deal with those bugs and the dark and the tight spaces-once again you are a HERO. All Hail The Mighty Robyn Defender of Kitties Large And Small, Conqueror Of The Crawl Space! (For some crazy reason I am picturing my friends’ brother-in-law stealing all the cleans towels to make superman capes when he was little).
“All Hail The Mighty Robyn Defender of Kitties Large And Small, Conqueror Of The Crawl Space!” Hear, hear!
My brother used to do the same thing, clean towels and pillow-cases – but underneath the “cape,” he’d hook our mom’s bra straps over his arms so that the cups were facing backwards “to give me big muscles.” I hadn’t thought of that in years – thanks for the memory jog!
ROFLMFAO!!!! The bra cups for muscles are pricelss!!!
My cats do the same thing as far as sleeping habits. There are cat beds in my bedroom in front of the bed. Amber sleeps on the right, Chip on the left. Then they switch. Then Amber will do a rotation on bed at the foot of it. Each sleeping arrangement rotation lasta from 1-2 months. I never know what makes them switch!
Do most houses in the southern states not have basements? urg would hate to crawl under all of that!!
Miz Poo is NOT old. She’s finely aged 🙂
Those spiders and cave crickets look like they are just WAITING for you to put your hand up there so they can GRAB you!
Yikes!! Dont you guys have Black Widows and Brown Recluse spiders down there?
Robyn,
I pulled out the Google Maps – pulled out – and looked up an area where a tornado hit and took the roof off of one of my employer’s buildings – a telephone co. I saw Huntsville in the same map view. Dang girl, we’re almost neighbors – well, if I actually lived where the building was located! Luckily, no one was hurt in our building.
Val
PS: Love today’s pictures. The beeebehs are so cute. We need some video. I must hear the squeaks, squeals and overall yelling from the beeeebehs.
I second the motion for squeaky baby video. All in favor, say “Awwwwwwwwwww!”
Awwwwwwww!
There is no way on Earth I would crawl under the house like that. Nope, nope, no way, nope.
“The door that leads under the house {where we hide the bodies}. That cement wall to the right is where the well is located. The well does not currently work {but serves a purpose nonetheless as another hiding spot for the bodies}. We’ve been meaning to have someone come out and make it so that it’ll work {but clearly we have to relocate a few bodies first}. The door, open. That black plastic covers most of the ground {bodies} under there. There’s a large pile of bricks under there to the right {which are good for knocking people in the head when they try to escape}…” 😉
my brother (who, like Miss Poo, is portly) always has several young skinny guys around. It used to worry me until I realized . . .
he does HVAC work and in exchange for the skinny guys doing the crawling under stuff work, he teaches them HVAC stuff and works on their cars.
(he’s also terrified of spiders & snakes so there’s also that. He used to wake the whole house up with his nightmares when we were kids)
You are a brave, brave soul. Nothing would get me under a house!!
Cave Crickets! aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAeeeeee! Good thing I got to wash my eyes out with kitteh pictures.
You are a better woman than I for crawling under the house not once but twice. Tell Fred I think he’s a chicken shit. And so am I!
Please let Miz Poo know that I, too, have a “Room with a View” should she ever want to vacation somewhere that has proper accommodations! *grin
LOL Katy. Too funny. Also, Robyn, no way, no how would I crawl under there. I’d get major claustrophobia! Not to mention I’m scared of spiders and other creepy-crawly things!