Just Another Day With Me

Zim Watching TV

There was a show on Nat. Geo about Leopards today.  My cat... is still watching it.  He's been watching TV for over a half an hour.  His attention span is longer than mine.  Do I talk about my cat too much?  Probably so. 

Happy Birthday Milo

Well I believe that it is almost Milos birthday.  He is 2 and already becoming a grumpy old "man." 

he was soooo cute, just adorable. 

My Mr. Milo... gotta love Milo

Pixel By Pixel... Balls and the Pumpkin

I spent an hour on this photo.  I got the cheesy uber commercial overpriced photoshop look though. So  not classy.  Really people... this isn't photography.  Its not even art but hey it looks sorta cool and cheesy.  

No Balls, No Claws

My darling baby boy.  The kitty who was found outside by my kids and brought inside too early to be weaned, his name is now Zim, but he is my "baby"- today my baby was humping his other friend Miley Iris who is due to be spayed and declawed next week.   There is a no humping tolerance in this house, the balls had to go.  Luckily I was called in to be a vet assistant today so I just picked up my little baby (who looks rather pissed about that picture- because he was flea dipped yesterday).  I put him in my car.   I drove him away, by the time we arrived at the clinic he calmed down and was purring on my lap (oh ignorance is bliss).  I felt mean as he was knocked out for surgery and he lost not only his manhood but his defense.  

Wasn't he precious, precious sweet back in June?   

OK so I love my Zim before he was neutered I hope he will feel the same about me.  He's my rotten kitty.  

How to Do Housework

First Take pictures of your sleeping kittens.....

 
 
 
   

In the Inbox...Funny

Cat Lover or Not, this is Hysterical! 


We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one: 

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. 

On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. 
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.


Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. 

'Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.' 

'You know where the button is,' I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. 'Reset it yourself!' 

'But I'm scared!' she persisted. 'What if it starts going and sucks me in?' 

There was a meaningful pause and then, 'C'mon, it'll only take you a second.' 

So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behaviour as extremely cowardly. 

Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. 

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region. 

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a 'fight or flight' syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the 'flight' option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. 
The impact knocked me out cold. 

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. 

Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of 'been-there, done-that' paramedics. 
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding. 

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was. 

'What's the matter?' They all asked, 'Cat got your tongue?' 
If they only knew! 

Why is it that only the women laugh at this?

Introducing Super Grover

My old cat Grover died about a year ago this month, he was a big, fat black cat,  he died in my arms suddenly one rainy Saturday afternoon, I was heartbroken, Grover was older than our youngest son.  So, today, My Little Sister said my Older Sister had sent home part of my birthday present, (ok, I thought it must be some military documentary or something of that nature).   So, I get home and my Sister says she must give it to me right away (sorry Ray - I know how much you love Cat stories I neglected to tell you on the phone and wanted it to be a surprise).  So, I come in the house and she carries it in behind her back, a little black kitten with a blue "cape" tied around its neck with "G" inscribed by a Sharpie Marker on the back.  She said "here is Super Grover".... Oooohhhhhhhh  nothing I love more than being almost 33 with a slight "tinge" of that "I'm getting old I sure would like to have a baby around the house fever" than a new baby kitty. Much easier to care for and just as entertaining and so much easier than children.  

 
  

You see, I collect cats, I feed about ten on my porch.  I have one in the house, and another new kitten... who my daughter named "Iris" and Row accidentally called her Cyrus the other day and I had a brilliant name for the other Kitty... Miley IRIS- yes, because I have Milo and now I can have Milo and Miley.  Tinkerbell went to live with a new family as an only kitty because she wasn't' doing well here- she needed to be a solitary cat. Little G- or Super Grover was part of a litter dumped on the doorstep of my Sister's vet clinic, a not uncommon occurrence.  So, guess who gets kittys... yup, I do.  Now, I'm not making promises for Super Grover's life as a pampered house-cat, he may have to be a pampered porch cat, but he definitely has a home. 

 
 

Kitty in a cape!  

 
 

Balls the Cat on the Fence

Meow... Justin called me out to take some pictures of the cool clouds.  So I went out skeptical and ran back in for my camera and took about twenty shots in raw format.   I'm liking the new shooting technique.   Buying a couple more memory cards is on my list.  I have a feeling more portable hard drives are in my future.   

11 days of students... 11 days... I am soooo ready for it to be over with!  

 
 

Kitty Says "NO!"

 
we buy lots of cat food 

The Face Off... This orange cat always lays in the same spot, while the sparring is a nightly occurrence no one was hurt...  this is normal..  I just happened to catch the "cat-fight" :-D 

Take That...  this was all in a matter of a few seconds...  play for the cats...

You Win, I give up! 

    
Puppy Breaks up the brawl!   

Kittens

Last one... Sunday night means work tomorrow.  Cold meds working, and I'm exhausted.  Nice day with my family, I enjoyed it. I have to admit I dreaded it in a way, but it was nice.  Everything seems to be much more relaxed again.  Here are the kittens (my Sister's kittens)... we always have a lot of animals around.