Dudes! Remember how yesterday he was all “Who in the what, now? Refi rates have hit what? Is that good or bad? WHERE can I find out more information about this refi stuff?!”?
TODAY, he’s all “Motherfucker say what? I have to go back to SCHOOL now? Social Security ain’t gonna pay me for going to no SCHOOL! How’m I gonna afford SCHOOL?!”
I think he’s really hit his niche with that look.
You know, I have really been doing nothing at all lately except laying on the couch watching TV, and sometimes sitting on my ass in front of the computer.
(And directing Fred on what to do to keep the house semi-clean.)
So I has nothing for you today, and also I am going to be leaving for a little while to . Thus, a series of cat pictures. It’s been a LONG time since that, huh? Like, an entire day! You lucky readers!
We got Jake and Elwood what, back in… August? Mid-August, apparently, which I’ve determined by checking the dates on the pictures I posted of them on Flickr.
So we got them in August, and for these last six months, we’ve been waiting. And waiting. Annnnd waiting. We knew it was just a matter of time before they figured out how to use the cat door. They’ve been spending a lot of time hanging out by the back door watching the big cats go out and come in and sniffing wildly at the door.
Then Saturday, Fred said “I see Jake outside!”
The time had come. We dug through our baskets of odds and ends and collared up both Jake and Elwood.
For those of you who don’t know, we have an electric fence around the back yard so the cats can go outside but can’t get out of the yard. If the cats get too close to the fence, their collars sound a warning beep. If they continue to get closer to the fence, they get a short zap. It usually only takes being zapped once. They’re pretty smart, they figure it out quickly. Not all the cats need collars – Miz Poo and Spanky have never once tried climbing over the fence. We used to put a collar on Kara, but she showed no inclination to go anywhere near the fence, so we don’t collar her anymore and have had no issues with her jumping the fence. Sugarbutt and Tommy, on the other hand, will jump the fence in no time flat (especially Tommy) if they’re uncollared, so we collar them up every morning. The only cat who never goes outside is Stinkerbelle – it’s not that she’s not allowed outside, it’s that she hasn’t shown any inclination to go outside, and since I imagine we’d be taking our lives in our hands every morning when we put the collar on her, I’m just as happy to have her stay inside.
Jake and Elwood didn’t like wearing collars at ALL, but they got used them within a few hours. Jake was in and out through that cat door like a champ. He spent most of his time on the steps or near the steps. Elwood? Not really much of a desire to go outside, oddly enough. We’re still collaring him up every morning, just in case, but maybe he’s decided he’s an indoor cat.
Jake, peeking through the door.
Happy Jake, at the bottom of the steps.
I don’t remember what it was, but something freaked Jake out.
But he got over it pretty quickly.
He stuck close to the back steps for most of the day, but the next morning I looked out and saw him hanging from the tree in the back yard (the tree has a piece of metal around it, about six feet up. The cats can climb up the tree a little, and hang there, but the metal prevents them from climbing too high.)
I think it’s hilarious that Jake is in and out all day long, but Elwood is really not all that interested in going out. Maybe he’s just a little scared and needs some time to get used to the idea. Who knows?
It’s VERY odd, seeing two little gray cats around the house wearing red collars. Elwood was curled up sound asleep yesterday, and I glanced at him, and he looked SO much like Mister Boogers that it took my breath away.
Previously
2009: I have so much to learn.
2008: “Well,” I said. “You really hit the fuckup trifecta this weekend, didn’t you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “That’s all she had to say! A simple ‘thank you’ would have made Doug as happy as a sissy with a dick in his mouth!”
2004: This DOES NOT STRIKE ME as a government that is staying the FUCK out of my face!
2003: A Day in the Life of Miz Poo.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Ahhh, sweet blessed Friday.