Holiday weekends are supposed to be a time for catching up with friends and family,
and so when asked by my mom what I had been doing today, I said blogging and fooling around in Photoshop..
she is one of 3 maybe 4 people in the world who have never heard the term blog or blogging before although
she has and uses computers.
So she naturally asked what’s that and is it dangerous??
Which is hysterically funny..
we were ranchers in Montana, where life is dangerous..
I explained what a blog was, she then asked why? I ignored her question, cause I am a evil daughter and I did not want to say whatever to my Mother..
so I referred her to Suzi Chen’s blog, Special Fried Rice and said read it.. 20 minutes later she called again and said.. so your writing about fried rice?
No Mother.. cats, gardening, Florida, whatever ok..?
I never did get to tell her that MissSnot got her first mouse and brought it to me..
I was feeling really special about the event.
Whatever….

You may ..or may not have noticed a few changes around here recently.
If you haven’t well its all good.
If you have ,your right! Pet has joined into the fun of mocking
Glenn Reynolds-instapundit.
This is just for friendly fun, as I am pretty sure the keeper of truth , or the searcher after truth, at any rate Harvey at bad example
would have mentioned that Glenn Reynolds
hates Catsto find the truth about this feud.. err war go to…not hell silly..
just here
I am pretty sure this is a misunderstanding..

We were talking last nite about being thankful, we had a plateful of leftovers that were actually being eaten by us, instead of the ravening horde of critters parked around the table .
When we moved to This small town in Florida We were not gonna be kept from traveling by critters. It was a pledge, a pact, a solemn promise, Right and as based in reality as any fantasy.
Somehow,we have grown the menagerie to 2 cats, actually we have 2 cats , Buddy The Dog, Tom, The Outdoor cat,(or CATS>> plural as in who knows?) who adopted us.
Tom is not interested in living inside, or being petted, or admired. He simply visits twice daily for fresh food and water, he may bring his currant lady cat with him, or a buddy or 4 . He is not very friendly,he doesn’t answer to his name,he comes, he eats, he or they leave.
I couldn’t very well not feed him, when Tom wandered in , he looked pretty bad, as in OMG , he is starving to death! So we feed him,water him and come out and talk to him,as he announces his visits with loud and pitiful yawls, as in I’m here, get your sorry hide out here and talk to me. And just in case you miss his 5 siren voice announcing his visits, Buddy runs to the door and BARKS loudly.
Anyway so we have these cats, MissSnot, a stray kitten John brought home for Pet, I mean who is he kidding, John Loves cats. MissSnot is ,well, she’s rather standoffish.. as in you touch her and she SQUALLS like she is hurt, which brings the rest of the critters running to see
WHAT HAS HAPPENED at which point she casually licks herself and ignores the people she owns. I mean her owners.
Tigger the Bengal kitten, who is learning to fly, cause he still has bad habits at nite, such as biting whatever , and I do mean whatever part of Pet he can get, to wake her up, so she will play with him. She is not interested in playing at 3 or 4 am, so she is teaching him to fly.
Nuff said, we don’t need no PETA fools here.
Buddy, The Dog we inherited from John’s dad BJ, who went to heaven 2 yrs ago.Buddy is only slightly spoiled,well I guess it depends on how you interpret slightly, but at least he sleeps till 4 am.
Most nites, unless the antics of Tigger, the lil bastard have woke him up. In which case, Pet gets up lets him out, and then Pet moans and whines cause John gets to sleep.
Reasons to be thankful,damn skippy.