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There’s this Tim McGraw song called Red Rag Top, and the song is about a man reflecting back upon a relationship he had when he was 20 (she was 18). Ultimately, she gets pregnant, has an abortion, and the relationship ends. It’s not a new song, but they’ve lately been playing the hell out of it on the local country station, and there’s this part:
We took one more trip around the sun,
It was all make believe in the end
that just makes me want to burst into tears every time I hear it. It’s not my favorite Tim McGraw song – Angry All the Time is, by far – and in fact I neither love it nor hate it, but that one bit, those two short lines somehow break my heart every single time.
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The canning jars, canning book, and canning kit I ordered came yesterday. What was missing? The expensive-ass pressure canner. Not in the box, and according to the online tracking number I got, it was supposed to be in the same shipment.
I want to email them and say “What the FUCK? If I’d known it was going to take so goddamn long to get the goddamn thing, I would have gotten up off my dead ass and gone to the STORE and bought one!”
(Instead, I emailed them and said “Um, hi. Is my pressure canner shipping separately? Thanks!” No answer yet. FUCKERS.)
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Hey.
Look what the cat left for you!
BOO!
They left it in the middle of the kitchen rug, and I about screamed and ran around in circles. I was on the phone with Fred when I spotted it, and I said “I’m going to blow on it to see if it’s still alive” and he said “Don’t BLOW on it. Just poke it with something!”
Just poke it with something. Right. So it could come to life and grab whatever I was poking it with and beat me to death with it? I THINK NOT.
So I blew on it, and it kicked weakly, so I grabbed a plastic container, pushed it into the plastic container with a fork, and tossed it out the back door.
I don’t believe I’d like to ever see another cicada in the house again THANKS ANYWAY CATS.
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All of the kittens have officially been petted multiple times. Except for Tina Louise, they don’t LIKE being petted, but they’ll tolerate it. Grudgingly. For a minute or two before they run away. Of course, if they’re walking by you and reach out to pet them, they run off. They’re not CRAZY, after all. But if they’re in a position where they feel like they’re trapped – ie, on the cat tree or in the kitty condo – they don’t lose their minds if you pet them, aside from a few hisses.
This is a huge step forward as far as I’m concerned, and it’s all due to Fred, who is totally The Cat Whisperer when it comes to this bunch of fosters.
Clearly enjoying it. Or thinking “It BURNS. Your love BURNS MY SOUL, lady!” One or the other.
A new litter box = Big Excitement in Kittentown.
’cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain’t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight
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Bunches of kitten pics, hither.)
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Previously
2006: The discerning decorator always considers that cats are decor accessories as well as beloved, spoiled-rotten pets and takes into account the decor of their home before adopting said animals.
2005: “If I can make four percoset get me high for the next year, you just might.”
2004: (Don’t lecture me, I KNOW. I swear I’ll wear sunscreen from now on okay, MOTHER?)
2003: No entry.
2002: Hell. O. Dolly. God in heaven, they were SO DAMN GOOD.
2001: Plus I’m taking this newfangled thing they call “pen and paper.”
2000: No entry.]]>
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Hi Robyn,
Well I went and picked up sick kitty yesterday. His name is Naughty. He was found by a retail store called, Naughty but Nice, and yes – that’s a porn store. My friend works there – nudity doesn’t bother her one bit and they pay very well for retail plus it’s full-time which just doesn’t happen in retail.
So, I’m thinking of renaming him to Frantic, because OMG – he needed petting and lots of it NOW! He could not get enough. However, he was living up to his name. He was claws and knows how to use them with no regard about the person he is digging into. I tried cutting the toenails, and have about 1/2 done. He was still too “Frantic”. No pictures yet. Maybe, tonight if he’s a little calmer. He definitely needs a Cat Whisper to teach him how to be “nice” to humans that take him in. Can you send Fred my way someday?
That litter box you have Thar is mighty cool looking!
I am so totally buying the Litter Robot before all the kittens start to take over the house!
Also, OMG the kitty pics… they make me want to pick them all up and keep them! The one that was left by the road… How could someone do that? I just don’t understand! Breaks my heart.
Thriller made me laugh my assets off.
Robyn,
Question – The cat litter that you use, do the cats track the stuff all over the room? I have only one cat and and she tracks litter all over the floor when she pops out of the litterbox. I would like something that isn’t so messy and trackable. I’ve used a couple different kinds, but not the kind you recommend – yet. Please tell me it’s not just wishful thinking that they make something to eliminate this.
LJ
Kitten pictures are way too cute. Love the “it burns” caption.
Well, for me it’s:
“There’s no such thing as what might have been
That’s a waste of time
Drive you outta your mind”
Sniff. Great song.
Also, all the icky bug pictures are giving me a serious case of the heebie jeebies over here. Gah!
And for me also, DAMN THAT’S FUNNY. Li’l zombie kitteh, “’cause this is thrillah … thrillah night …” I’m officially de-lurking to tell you I inhaled my diet coke and had to put my head down on my desk.
The Spud? Has she moved out yet? I’m a stalker or anything, I was just wondering if maybe I could have her room. Hee!
Hey Robyn, I thought you and Fred would get a kick out of this:
The Journal of Beatrix Potter from 1881-1897
“Sun, Jan.27, 1884:
There was another story in the paper a week or so since. A gentleman had a favourite cat whom he taught to sit at the dinner-table where it behaved very well. He was in the habit of putting any scraps he left onto the cat’s plate. One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master’s plate, the other on its own.”
Your cicadas are an interesting color. Ours are black with orange wings and have red eyes! Or maybe that’s just the 17-year ones….
Last kitty pic: Have you no SHAME???
(the kitten, Robyn, not you.)
Well, we ‘had’ to get to the other kitten (my God, what a nightmare!!) and there are five there.. so ummm ten kittens total and two cats.. I am officially the crazy cat lady! Ummm if you know anyone in the Kentucky/Ohio/TN area that wants to be lined up for a kitten, let me know.
Our newspaper this morning featured a lengthy article on the aftermath of the 17-year cicada emergence. Apparently, now that their mating is finished, the males are dying off. The article prominently featured words like “goo” and “ooze” and “odor”. All before breakfast and my second cup of coffee. I may never go outside again.
Love the kitty photo captions!!!