Jane:
Please inform Paco that he is woefully misinformed as to what exactly constitutes a Crazy Cat Lady. You are a mere amateur in the art of Crazy Cat Ladyness.
I will happily send you cats to assist you in better achieving your Crazy Cat Lady goals.
xoxo,
Robyn
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I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
This is what happens:
YouTube link.
Poor Maddy. She hasn’t been back up on the printer since. She’s still feisty as ever, though. Last night I thought the calm, unflappable Tommy was going to tear her in half because she would NOT leave him alone.
Poor cats, tortured by a feisty little monster.
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Questions answered, comments responded to!
Oh, I have a confession to make. My little naughty black kitten that I adopted from under a shed this summer? Sure, I named him Jekyll, but do I call him that? No. No, I do not. He’s become a….Booger. So sorry, didn’t mean to swipe Mr. Boogers’ name (and don’t tell him or he’ll disapprove of me!) but he is such a little pest!
I have conferred with Mister Boogers, who informs me that he considers it an honor and an homage that you are calling your boogery kitten Booger. In fact, he thinks that all boogery cats should be known as Booger from here on out.
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I think the “adopt another cat and you can never foster again” rule should be specific to the residence. Therefore Maddy can stay (and she was the first And3son feline family member to see the Smallville house) and you can start the fostering anew. No?
Sounds good to me – we’ll see what Fred has to say about it, though!
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Robyn, How do you think all the cats will handle the move? Do you have hiders or explorers?
The last time we moved – into this house – they were all hiders. Some hid for longer than others, and in fact I’m not sure how long it was before Spot came out of hiding, but they definitely all hid. And Mr. Fancypants was a huge pain in the ass, as documented here. I expect that they’ll all be freaked out when we move into the Smallville house, but I predict that Miz Poo and Tommy will be the first ones out to explore. Tommy because he’s a nosy little bastard, and Miz Poo because she’d rather drape herself across a person and sleep than sleep huddled up under the bed with the other cats.
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Seeing her sharp little claws makes me wonder – are they still too small for Soft Paws? I tried the small size on my 5 month old kitten about a month ago, and they didn’t work so well.
Yeah, her claws are still way too small for SoftPaws. I did clip them last night, though. I don’t remember how old Sugarbutt and Tommy were when we started SoftPaws-ing them, but we were actually using the kitten-sized caps until about three months ago (and they are NOT kitten-sized cats anymore!). When we moved up to the next size, it worked out well for us, because the caps are fitting better and staying on longer. Five months may still be a little too small; I’d try again in a few months if I were you.
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Hmmm… I believe the Biscuit Law is is why I bought a can of pillsbury biscuits tonight. It’s definitely catching on.
Biscuits for everyone!!!
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Apropos of absolutely nothing, but I saw these and immediately thought of you. Would these go over well as gifts or ornaments for your family?
I actually have several kits from Subversive CrossStitch, just haven’t gotten around to actually doing them. I ADORE that site and think y’all should go buy lots of stuff from there!
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Robyn, I’ve just finished catching up with your adventures! I read you through the LiveJournal RSS feed, and it’s been down since Sept 23 — anyone else reporting a problem?
Nope, this is the first I’ve heard of it. I did uninstall a plug-in the other day because someone was having problems getting to the site, maybe that fixed it. Is it still an issue?
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What does the Spud do while you and Fred are working your asses off at the Smallville house? Seems only fitting she should be helping out. Unless she’s studying or working elsewhere…
The poor spud is so busy right now that to expect her to help us work on the house would probably be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Between school and work and trying to eke out something of a social life, she’s busy all the time, poor kid.
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Hey Robyn, I’ve been a long time reader and don’t comment much but I had the funniest dream about you last night for some reason. (I know, I sound like a stalker!) You posted a video of you singing with some country singer I think it might have been with the woman who sang Coal Miner’s Daughter (the name escapes me). You were invited to sing at the country music awards and you were in this god awful blue dress and up there singing your heart out. I thought it was so funny and thought you’d get a kick out of it. Maybe that will be you in another life!
Loretta Lynn! How cool would it be to sing with Loretta Lynn? I’m afraid the horror of hearing my singing voice might kill her, though. Heh. Did you dream that I could sing? This is not, by the way, the first time someone’s told me that they’ve had a dream about me. I dream about journallers and bloggers from time to time, myself!
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Soda!!!!! Are you drinking Diet Coke (AKA Nectar of the Gods) again, Robyn?!?!?!?!!
(Regarding this picture.) No, that was Fred’s soda Maddy was sniffing at!
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When did you start referring to yourself as “Momma” to Maddie? Did I miss something? She IS staying, correct?
I always refer to myself as “Momma” when it comes to the foster kittens. It’s easier to say than “Your foster mother who loves you but is still planning on kicking you out into the cold the instant you’re old enough.” And no, she’s not staying.
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Do the cats (at the Smallville house) ever go home?
Apparently they do – to our surprise, we didn’t see them at all on Wednesday, and when we ran out there for a few minutes yesterday they weren’t anywhere to be seen. Maybe their owners decided to take them off to be fixed!
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How on earth did the two of you get the chain around the big, bad trunk?
We wrapped it around the trunk, and Fred fastened the chain together with some chain-fastener clip thingies he bought at Lowe’s.
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So, do I foresee a creepy story coming out of you or Fred about that sinister fog filled back forty? Hmmm?
Not from me, but I wouldn’t be surprised to hear Fred talking about story ideas about it!
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It’s killing me to see all that perfectly good firewood being regulated to the BURN PILE OUT BACK. Why don’t you live next door so I could have it for my fireplace?!?!???
and
You should chop that wood up and save it so that next year you can build a fire and burn hotdogs!
Well, the only reason we dragged the tree back to the burn pile (next to the burn pile, I should say) was to get it off the driveway and out of the way. One of these days Fred’s going to get back there with his chainsaw and cut up the tree for firewood. Don’t worry – we’re already starting our wood pile!
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I think you should get those cats fixed. The neighbors probably won’t even notice they are missing, especially if you just take one in at a time.(Have they come searching for them since they took up residence in your garage?) If Fred asks them and they say no, then what? You won’t be able to take them in at all without looking like the horrible meddling neighbors. If you just take them in now and by some crazy chance the neighbors do notice and confront you, then you can play stupid…”We are so sorry, we didn’t know they were your cats. We thought they were strays.” I bet they won’t really care anyway, but they may be embarrassed or get defensive depending on what Fred says and how he says it.
That’s kind of what I was thinking – but it’s too late, because Fred asked the guy next door who the cats belong to, so if they suddenly go missing for a few days and they ask the neighbor if he’s seen them, chances are good he’d mention that we were asking about them. We should have just snatched them up and taken them to the vet, in my opinion!
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Is it true that if you have a cat in the house the mice won’t be as bad a problem?
I can tell you that the mice I’ve seen in our house here in the ‘burbs aren’t mice who came in on their own. They’re mice our stupid-ass cats brought in to play with (though we haven’t seen any mice in quite a while)(and now that I said that, we’ll be inundated with them). I will be interested to see what happens when they stumble upon a mouse in the Smallville house.
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Ditto on the nasty beetle thing — and don’t smash them, either. The scent is a pheremone marker that attracts more beetles, and it also leaves an oily stain on your walls. You might consider doing a round of Killz primer on the rooms you have yet to paint. And if you get to the attic — hoo boy. They’re probably having some real “rock n roll” up there.
Thanks, you guys, for letting me know that I shouldn’t use the vacuum cleaner to vacuum up the beetles. I would have been majorly pissed off if my Dyson got a beetle stank on it that wouldn’t go away! I guess I’ll get out the broom and dustpan and get rid of them the old-fashioned way.
We have been priming the walls with Killz, so maybe that’ll help.
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..but there are always these.
But they don’t come in my size! They’re only available in size 7! Wahhhhh!
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When we were done watching TV last night, Fred started singing to Mister Boogers, which he does a lot of. As he turned the TV off and I headed for the computer room to check my email one last time, Fred kept singing.
A moment later what he’d been singing entered my consciousness, and I paused.
“Did you just say ‘Put Anna Nicole in your butt’?” I said, staring at him.
He laughed. “No, I said ‘Put a nickle in your butt!'”
Oh, right. ‘Cause that makes way more sense.
(He was singing this, for the record.)
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Speaking of songs, yesterday marks the first time in my entire life that I realized Bonnie Tyler was singing “We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks” in Total Eclipse of the Heart. My entire life, I thought it was “We’re living in a polar keg and giving off sparks”, though it never occurred to me to wonder why living in a keg and giving off sparks would be a problem.
The beer would just put out those sparks, right?
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It was a tiring day to be a Maddy yesterday, apparently.
“Bob?”
“Hey, BOB! I hear you’re the go-to guy when it comes to the ‘nip!”
“I say, BOB! Where ARE you, man?”
All of today’s uploaded pictures (and there are some good ones!) are here.
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Previously2005: Your fascinating tidbit for the day.
2004: More Myrtle Beach.
2003: It’s got to be early-onset Alzheimer’s, y’all.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: I think back on the shit I pulled as a senior in high school, and I’m flat-out amazed that I managed to graduate.
1999: Just an all-around relaxing day.]]>
“Bob?”
“Hey, BOB! I hear you’re the go-to guy when it comes to the ‘nip!”
“I say, BOB! Where ARE you, man?”
All of today’s uploaded pictures (and there are some good ones!) are here.