Okay, the site has been moved over to the new host, and the DNS has had time to propogate. Hopefully you guys are seeing the site and the pictures okay, and now that we’re not dependent on my suck-ass internet provider, perhaps there will be fewer issues from here on out.
The lesser sites (so-called because I hardly ever do anything with them – crookedacres.com and onefatbitchypoo.com) haven’t been moved over yet but will be soon enough, maybe this weekend.
If there’s an issue with the site, please let me know. But know also that I won’t necessarily know how to fix it!
Yesterday, I was cleaning the kitchen. The cats were wandering in and out, as they are wont to do, and after I wiped down the counters, I glanced down at Elwood, who was flopped on the floor near the air vent in a corner of the kitchen.
(There are air vents on either side of the kitchen, at floor level. When it’s hot – ie, all summer long – the cats like to flop down there to keep cool.)
Near Elwood was a chunk of dirt. The cats love to bring chunks of dirt and pecans in from the back yard and bat them around the house, because of course they don’t have enough TOYS in the house, right?
I grabbed a piece of paper towel and leaned down to pick up the chunk of dirt, which is when I realized that said dirt HAD EYES. That, my friends, was not a chunk of dirt. It was a mouse head.
No wonder Elwood looked so smug.
Not two hours later, I was vacuuming and paused briefly to go into the kitchen for a drink. Kara was surrounded by Bookworms, and as I got closer, I realized that she had a bird. I thought at first that it was dead, but after I grabbed her by the scruff so she’d drop it, the bird turned its head and looked at me. I didn’t have any boxes handy (we usually put captured birds in a box in a dark place for a little while to see if they’ll recover), so I took the bird outside and put him on top of a fence post. Ten minutes later, he was gone.
All I know for sure is that he didn’t come back into the house, so either he flew away or Newt or Maxi got him (though I didn’t see either of them hanging around).
I prefer to think he flew away.
Something about grocery day really gets the Bookworms riled up. They love to hang out on – and in – my reusable grocery bags and fight with each other.
Melodie’s face is cracking me up. She’s like “I SEE what you’re doing over there. STOP. IT. NOW.”
“Who me, bite? Never! Come closer…”
Moxie, up close.
I’m a little impressed that Elwood managed to get up here. Even more impressed that the cabinet didn’t collapse under his weight.
Previously
2009: The fact that several weeks after our favorite little gray cat died, two little gray kittens have shown up on our side stoop, well, kinda seems like a sign, doesn’t it?
2008: No entry.
2007: “Muff the magic pussy, lived by the cheeeeeeks!”
2006: I also thought my brother made up the word “fart” when I was a kid, so apparently I think he’s a real trend-setter.
2005: You know who really just completely repulses me?
2004: The only way it’d be better is if we could call and vote on who’s the most annoying.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Wouldn’t it have been ironic if I’d made assurances to the spud that we would probably all live for a long, long time, then promptly tripped over the cat, fallen down the stairs, broken my neck, and died?
2000: Man, I’m so unmotivated today (nothing new there).