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Day 4 Kittens and Cars

Posted in animals, Christmas, humor, sarcasm, short story, Writing, tagged , , , , on December 24, 2014| 8 Comments »


My adventures in kitty sitting continue.

We drove to the old house yesterday to meet my siblings for Christmas.

We started the long drive in the morning bright and early also known as noon. We took the sedan instead of the convertible. If Blind Dog was disappointed, she didn’t say so.

BD took the back seat beside the two cat carriers containing Sam and Frodo. We began our merry drive, not zooming down the highway but tootling along the winding country lanes.

After we took a break to eat, drink and of course poop. The boys meowed pitifully when I tried to return them to their carriers. Thus they persuaded me to let them stay out.

As I was driving, Frodo decided he should sit on my shoulder just to make sure things were going well. Sam climbed into the front seat putting his front paws on the dashboard, my navigator I suppose.

Frodo decided to have a go at driving with his butt in my face and his front paws on the steering wheel. Sam sitting on the dashboard in front of me didn’t help me any.

With the boys, having chosen to return to their cages, we continued the trek with Blind Dog riding shotgun blasting whatever random radio station we could find.

P.S. The boys figured out how to open one of the bathroom doors. They went straight for the toilet paper. My little duo are going to make excellent cat burglars. If you keep your valuables in a roll of toilet paper, I suggest you move them now.

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Day 2 Kitten Sitting

Posted in animals, comedian, comic, Writing, tagged , , on December 22, 2014| 16 Comments »


I’m kitten sitting for a friend. See Day 1 for more details.

The kittens wore themselves out yesterday. I was wiggling my feet under the quilt on my bed and they were pouncing on my every move. They grabbed at the pink flowers and birds, taking a bite every now and then. I confess, I was egging them on.

They completely wore themselves out. The little orange balls lay curled up with their arms around each other. Nothing could be cuter. Since they were sleeping so peacefully, I decided to turn in early. I turned off the light and snuggled down under the blankets. I had no idea that was the signal for them to go stark raving mad!

The pair took off. Feet pounding down the hall, from one end to the other, back and forth.

Lying in bed, the sound was so sweet drumming along. Until the race didn’t stop at my end of the hall. They came pounding through my door, up my bed and over my face, leaving a nice scratch and bruise on my forehead. They are a little heavier than I first thought. I locked the pair out of my room for the rest of the night.

This morning I discovered a roll of toilet paper shredded to bits. The two had gotten back into the cabinet they learned to open yesterday and had their way with the last roll. Not to worry, I have two more stashed away in the laundry room.

This afternoon they discovered the potted plants I bring in during the winter. I even have a tree about seven feet tall that’s been with me for years and huge ferns several feet wide. In all there’s about twenty large pots vying for the light from the large window. The kittens spend quit a bit of time roaming through them and watching the squirrels through the window.

One negative, these animals are pooping, purring, peeing machines. They fill up a litter box like nobody’s business.

I could keep these fellows forever.

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Day 1 – Kitty Sitting

Posted in animals, comedian, humor, short story, Writing, tagged , , on December 21, 2014| 17 Comments »


I’m kitty sitting two male, orange tabbies. They’re about three months old and so cute. One is very lovey. He lays in your arms for hours sleeping. The other is more standoffish. But when he wants to be petted, he wants it now.

These little guys are so smart, they figured out how to open one of my cabinet doors in the bathroom. Max and Sam look at me with their big wide eyes, I don’t know how I’ll be able to send them home.
orange tabbies

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Monkey Business at Buckingham Palace!

Posted in animals, art, photography, tagged , , , on September 18, 2014| 14 Comments »


64 (6)It’s a zoo around here.

Need I say more?

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Roast Squirrels Recipe – I’m a Foodie Today

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2014| 25 Comments »


I have a whole shelf full of recipes from my ancestors, some of which are really great. Others are a bit odd. Someone has included notes on how to buy meat from the butcher. That tells you where most of the meat came from.

I’m not going to tell you how to make a crown roast out of hotdogs. I’ll save that for another day. Today is squirrel roasting day. Getting gigglie yet?

For this recipe you’ll need 3 small squirrels (so send a boy out with a good BB gun, they’ll generally drag you back a couple).

You’ll also need cooking oil, (We’re getting fancy now, usually it just lard or grease.) lemon juice, bread crumbs, milk, (Use cream if you’re having the preacher over.) mushrooms, salt, pepper, onion juice, (There aren’t instructions for juicing an onion, hum.) and bacon fat (My Gramm’s didn’t fail me. She says, “There’s no substitute for bacon lard.”)

I think it goes without saying but just in case dress, clean and wash the critters before you start. Marinade the meat with oil and lemon juice for at least 1 hour. Yum-Yum sounding good already, doesn’t it?

Stuff the squirrels with everything else. Sew it up, truss it and roast. Brush it with the bacon fat every 15 minutes. Serve it up with some pan gravy. And there you have it.

Ah heck, I should’ve put this recipe out for Thanksgiving. I apologize.

P.S If you don’t know who to dress and clean a squirrel, I’ll include that in the Braised Moose recipe. I’ll try to get to it before Easter.

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Remember Maybelle, Not of the Ice Cream Fame, the Rubbers Fame

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 20, 2014| 9 Comments »


Maybelle collected butterflies (warning if you have a pet butterfly, stop reading). She had a lovely collection on the wall behind her desk, close to thirty.

The collection was so varied no two were the same colors.

It was a lovely day in spring.

One day I was asking her a question, “When are we going to take the V22 out for a test run, I want to shot some missiles?” A breeze came through the open door on my right, bringing with it the smell of the Chesapeake Bay. Everything faded around me. I was hardly listening anymore.

“We don’t have any tests scheduled until next month…”

I was lost in early spring. Maybelle had added another butterfly to her collection. It was pale yellow with bright blue on the tail.

“… and we’re not testing missiles.”

Then the wing flipped. I jumped, blinking. That can’t be right. It’s wing flipped again.  Oh no.  It wasn’t still alive!

Oh yes it was. Maybelle had caught a butterfly at lunch and pinned it to the wall.

I never crossed Maybelle after that.  She was a butterfly hit man and I didn’t want her turning to humans.

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