Congrats to Sarah K., who won the $50 to spend at MrChewy.com! And thank you to Mr. Chewy (and Brent) for sponsoring the giveaway!
I do love a good giveaway, and I just wish everyone could have won!
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I had a good weekend, and even got a few things accomplished, despite the fact that it was FRICKIN’ COLD outside. Saturday morning I got up bright and early and headed out for South Huntsville. It was blowing and blowing on the interstate, and I was starting to think that I should have driven on surface streets instead of going on the interstate, but I finally made it there just fine.
Forgotten Felines was having a pancake breakfast at Applebee’s, they have them four (I think? Maybe three?) times a year, and I’ve been trying to get to one for pretty much the last year. Last February I was recovering from surgery, and the same in October, but this time I marked my calendar months in advance, and even if there’d been a blinding snowstorm (it actually did spit snow a little, but the wind was the worst part of Saturday) I would have gone!
Katherine met me there, and we had a good time eating breakfast and talking, and we got to chat with Suzanne (who works with Forgotten Felines and has gotten to visit the magical Crooked Acres and has been accosted by Miz Poo) and Heaven (a former Challenger’s House foster mum), and it was just fun to get out of the house and have some social time and eat some pancakes!
I spent the rest of Saturday not doing much but playing Words with Friends, reading magazines, and snoozing on the couch.
Sunday morning I got up and got a bunch of small stuff done around the house – laundry, oat bran muffin-making (recipe up next time I make them), organizing my shelf of fabric in the front room. Fun and exciting (but necessary) stuff like that.
When we got our Da Bird feather teaser for the cats, we also got two replacement feather ends. It’s not quite time to replace the feathers on the teaser, but it probably will be soon. So of course we started wondering where the hell we’d put the replacement feathers. Were they on the bookcase? In my desk? With the other cat toys? NO. I have no idea where they are. I’m 100% sure that I said “I’m going to put these here because (whatever excellent reason for putting them there)”, and equally sure that I will never ever find them until 30 years have gone by and I’ll find them behind a book or in the pantry or UP MY ASS and be like “What the hell are these?”
It’s possible that Fred put the feathers back in the box that the whole rigamarole came in, and I didn’t realize he’d done so, and then stuck the box in the garage and eventually took the box to the recycling center without realizing that the feathers were in it. It’s also possible that one of the cats saw the replacement feathers and batted them to parts unknown. Who the hell knows?
So the reason I ended up organizing my shelf of fabric in the front room is to see if perhaps for some reason I stuck the feathers in and amongst the fabric, but there was nothing in that pile but fabric.
Oh well. Now the fabric is neatly folded and organized, so there’s that.
Exciting, no?
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I actually had two exciting bird-related happenings over the weekend.
First, Friday night I was standing near the side door when I heard a loud bang. I looked out to see a Chickadee laying on the doormat, barely moving, his beak opening and closing. Birds occasionally hit the side door, but usually stand up, shake it off, and fly away. The Chickadee didn’t look like he was going to make it, but we did what we always do when we have a half alive bird on our hands. We put him in a box in a dark room and waited to see whether he was going to die or recover. Ten minutes later Fred checked on him and he was bright-eyed, so Fred took the box out onto the front porch. As soon as the box was open, the Chickadee was like “Later, sucka!” and flitted off. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures of the Chickadee in captivity.
And then Saturday afternoon, I realized – this is very exciting, try to control yourselves – that we not only have a Mister Bluebird hanging around here, we also have a MISSUS Bluebird!
Dare I hope that we might one day have baby Bluebirds around here? Oh, I HOPE SO!
(I just wish that Mister and Missus would stop checking out the bug situation in the back yard, it makes Kara very excited, and she’s an excellent little hunter!)
Mister in the front, Missus in the back.
The Missus.
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The Peppers are now out in the house 24 hours a day, I don’t remember if I mentioned that. The first couple of nights were a little rough, because they were very excited about jumping on my feet if I moved them, or smacking at my eyelashes, or any number of other things that disrupted my sleep (I do not like having my sleep disrupted, thank you very much). I used the can of compressed air to teach them what was and wasn’t acceptable behavior, and now they’ll snuggle up against me and sleep, but don’t wake me up or attack my feet.
As soon as they hear me wake up and roll over in the morning, though, they’re all crawling on me, purring, and asking for love. The girls, especially, love to have their morning pettings, and would probably lay there all day and let me pet them. They’re such sweet monkeys, those Peppers.
Everett and Lucy, on the platform in the front room.
What I love here
is how Lucy’s expression
never changes. She’s like “Do you SEE what I have to put up with?!”
Sally, hanging out across the room on top of the bookcase.
“What?”
I love the attitude. I swear, she is just the sweetest thing.
I like how you can see the difference in their eye colors.
Sally, not impressed.
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This basket is always occupied. Sugarbutt has taken over for the time being. If he’s not in it, Corbie is, or Newt, or sometimes even Jake or Elwood. They love the basket, is what I’m saying.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Happy Friday the 13th!
2008: “We wouldn’t want to detract from the beauty of the muddy cat footprints on the counters. But you don’t need to worry. That’s not a maggot.”
2007: I need a nap.
2006: Mystery solved. Just call me Nancy Drew.
2005: No entry.
2004: Molasses runs in her veins, I swear to god.
2003: No entry.
2002: My life? Complete again.
2001: Do I want to go sit through an eternal PTA meeting, listen to endless amounts of people babble endlessly? Um, no.
2000: No entry.