New month, new logo! This was created by reader Christine and it includes allllll the cats who are currently permanent residents of Crooked Acres.
DAMN I’ve got too many cats.
Thanks, Christine!!!!
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Happy April 1st, fools!
No April Fool’s Day jokes from me. I still don’t think I can top the year I claimed to be pregnant with twins and pissed off a bunch of people.
Good times.
I went to the pet store yesterday for my usual Monday morning stint, and after I was done there, I had about an hour to kill before the pet store was opening – I needed to buy a refill for my Feliway diffuser – so I went over to Target to poke around. It was about 8:10, so I knew Target was open, but as I went to go inside, the automatic door didn’t open, so I just stood there like, Duh. What now?
Tip for my fellow dumbasses: The automatic doors can be PUSHED OPEN.
A woman walking out with her husband saw my long hesitation before I pushed the door open laughed at my dumb ass, as well she should have.
As if in payment for making me feel like a dumbass, Target left me a penny in the parking lot. I must be super lucky these days, because it seems like every where I’ve gone over the past three or four days, there’s been a penny waiting for me to pick it up. Hell, Fred found two pennies in the chicken yard yesterday. I don’t know what the deal is with the people who used to own our house and land, but we’ve probably found $2 worth of pennies laying around in the dirt in various places since we moved in here.
Fred never used to stop and pick up change on the street until I gave him a hard time about it. I don’t believe one can refer to oneself as “frugal” (as he likes to do) and then ignore found money.
Not that I think we’re going to get rich from the pennies we find on the street, but it kind of seems like a dare, assuming there’s a god, to say “Oh, I’m not going to pick that up. It’s just a PENNY.” Like god will say, “Oh, not interested in that penny? Howsabout I take ALL your pennies away, interested NOW?”
However, I don’t subscribe to the “only pick it up if it’s heads up!” theory of thought. If it’s a penny (or nickel, dime, quarter) I’ll pick it up, whether it’s heads up or tails up, luck be damned.
How about you – do you pick up coins you find on the street? And what’s the largest amount of money you ever found on the ground? I found a ten dollar bill once when I was a kid. As you can imagine, I was pretty damn excited.
The other day, Fred and I were going for a walk around the back forty. As we walked by the pig yard, the pigs tracked us from the other side. They clearly know that when a human approaches the pig yard there’s food to be had, so they were hoping we’d stop and give them something good to eat.
I had a Jolly Rancher in my mouth* and I said to Fred, “I wonder what they’d do if I spit my Jolly Rancher over there?”
Fred shrugged. “Try it.”
I leaned close to the fence and spit the candy into the pig yard. In less than three seconds the little pig had located it, scooped it up in his mouth, chomped it to bits, and swallowed it.
Answers THAT question.
*I like Jolly Ranchers, but only the Wild Strawberry flavor. This means that I buy bags of the Jolly Rancher “Wild Berry” mix, pick out the Wild Strawberry ones, and rehome the other ones. Fred’s not as much a Jolly Rancher fan as I am, so the Jolly Ranchers tend to build up. I wish I could buy single flavors in bulk, but apparently you can’t. Hmph.
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I think today’s the day I’m going to split the foster kittens up. She’s gotten a lot friendlier – I plugged in the Feliway diffuser and went away for a couple of hours, and the next time I went into the room, she stood up and chirruped at me and ran over to get some love. He, on the other hand, will come over and lick and bite my fingers, but he’s not crazy about being touched. Maybe splitting them up will encourage them to be friendlier; I’m going to put him in the guest bedroom (after I get the bookcase back in its place and the books on the bookcase) for several days and see how it goes. I’ll spend some extra time with him, too, and maybe he’ll decide I’m not all that bad.
I love the way her tail is all corkscrewed.
Such an intent little face.
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Number of Foxfire tabs (is that better than saying “windows”?) open: 11.
Gmail
Google Reader
Sugarbutt picture
Flickr, Taming Feral Kittens
How to make a non-toxic cleaning kit
Round Butte Seed Growers
Doctor Sweet Tooth on eBay
Zorb Smoky Mountains
World Vets
Bitchypoo wordpress page
Fred’s got some really good pictures up over at his site. The “Jazz Hooves” picture, especially, makes me laugh my ass off. I think we very well might have to frame that one.
It’s such a tragedy when a cat overheats and melts right out of the bed. Poor Sugarbutt. He was so young!
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: There’s a saying that men make plans and god laughs.
2004: No entry.
2003: Won’t be happening in my lifetime, thanks.
2002: No entry.
2001: I get the weirdest freakin’ referrals to my site.
2000: No entry.