Blood loss will do that to you.
“Don’t carry a psycho cat when you’re nekkid”-What kind of cat should one carry, a well adjusted one?
My sister had a cat that liked to sit in the front window. She started dating a guy & when he would come up the walkway the cat would start hissing. We could never figure out why feline hated human so much but it was comical to watch. However, the cat ultimately lost; she kept the human (they got married).
Actually, he ran outside to chase what he thought were small animals away from the trash cans, and found himself confronting a bear. He apparently sleeps raw, which is more than I really needed to know…
I learned long ago that kittehs and nekkidness aren’t a good mix. An ex learned the lesson to a more painful degree than I. :eek:
It’s Monday, one more day before I see the pro from Nashville about surgery.
I can relate to the cat scratchins. I have 3 vertical scars on my inner left arm from trying to carry a cat past a non-running vaccuum cleaner. It was probably 20 years ago but they’re still there. I call them my Clan of the House Cat marks. (You have to be familiar with Jean Auel’s Clan of the Cave Bear books to get the reference.) I am also currently sporting a couple deep scratches on my legs from a week ago when I was laying on the couch and a couple of cats had a turf war over my lap. Having cats is a bit of an abusive relationship, they injure you but then later they rub against you and purr or do something cute and all is forgiven.
Not a good day here.
My former aid/friend died over the weekend. 2 weeks ago she had Lap-Band surgery. Complications. She and I went through a lot together - me,chemo,she,personal growth… She had married earlier this year. I am unspeakably sad and depressed… She wanted to be thin. I don’t know why.
Taz is all mellow - he’s never scratched either of us, even when my sweetie gives him a pedicure. But Ziva has issues. One time we were taking them to the vet for their annual once-over and she objected - I ended up with a bloody bra and a torn up finger. But when we got to the vet’s office, she was as sweet as could be. Stoopit cat. Apparently she thinks she can get by on her beauty.
Another handy, but non-cat, hint - don’t wash a pillow with 2 pairs of jeans - the washer will never be in balance and it’ll never do its spin cycle. I had to take the soggy pillow out, spin the jeans, then spin the pillow. What a pain in the patoot!
I’m seein’ a lot of hatred for bacon and/or cats + nudity. Those are all wonderful things! (Your cats may vary.)
I am so sorry for you, and for your friend’s newly-bereft widower. 
Yeah, well, she IS pretty.
New Guy caught about ten catfish, and we overall had a great time. I SUCK at fishing but can take fishies off and on the hooky-chain thingy (fishermen? anyone know what I’m talking about?) with no problem, and watched intently to learn how to gut and clean them. Also, I can still catch grasshoppers with my bare hands even at my semi-advanced age. Woo!
Plus – and this stays between you and me, MMPers – there is something peaceful and satisfying about pooping in the bushes by starlight.
Oh, and N.G. apparently worked things out with BabyMomma so he has his son each weekend, informally. Which is lovely, really, I’m no-sarcasm thrilled he’s getting a chance to spend more time with his kiddo … except for the teenyweeny fact that he lives with me, and I didn’t want to become a parent for a reason.
Guess my thirty-mumblety ass is gonna have some growing up to do.
Brunch has been consumed. Gordie is napping in goal after a morning of barking at random noises.
Willie, sounds like the late Lucetia D. Hellcatt: "“Pet me. pet me. Pet me! You touched me? DIEDIEDIEDIE!”
{{{{Lorene}}}}
Shoe Nekkid, bacon frying and cats are awesome separately. together, they are…painful.
I believe that is called a “stringer”.
{{{Reenie}}} So sorry for the loss of your friend. I choose Reenie as your nickname because good friends of mine had an Aunt Lorene whom they called Aunt Reenie. FWIW Aunt Reenie was a hoot. Whatever popped in her haid came outta her mouth. 
Shoe the rule is nekkid is good, wear an apron while fryin’ bacon nekkid, and, apparently, never carry a cat in anything less than full armor.
Irk system is still down. Tech folk say it might be up and runnin’ by late afternoon. Good thing I don’t need to do stuff like approve applications, time, and travel today. So, irk is now consistin’ of hangin’ out the rest of the day and answerin’ phone calls which have been few. Oh and we have some floodin’ in low areas. Rah.
Sorry, Lorene89095.
Shoe, please calm down a certain bear that doesn’t shit in the woods by telling him that you had multiple rolls of TP stashed in a hollowed out tree stump.
What is the [del]rule[/del] recipe for frying bacon & cats? Do ya’s drop 'em in whole, like a turkey in a fryer or saute them in a pan? :eek:
I’m not getting a thing done.
One phone call down, after two transfers and time on hold I got VM and left a message. See how long it takes to get a call back.
I should be doing laundry but I’m not.
The dog is driving me crazy. If I don’t give him benadryl he chews himself raw, if I do give him benadryl he’s afraid to go down the deck stairs.
{{{Reenie}}}
Did the cat ever get over the hostility toward the new human?
{{{Lorene}}}
spidey, the proper preparation of feline is to sautee in olive oil with lots of garlic (or so I’ve been told).
I once had a cat who, when the aforementioned ex began spending nights, one time attacked him from behind during fun time. They eventually made peace but it took a few years.
Howdy from da cave. Yeah, yeah, yeah, home early from irk. I finally gave up on gettin’ anything else done. The system is still down as of forty minutes ago, the last time I checked. I’ll try again in a while and if it should be up I’ll go do some stuff. Heck, it ain’t like I haven’t done that plenty of evenin’s.
Anywho, dindin is already made since I did all that yestiddy evenin’. Just gotta heat it all up. Poke roast with sweet N.O.T. (not that our Taters is not sweet), steamed cabbage, and pinto beans. Fartfest to ensue. I believe I shall even make some corn sticks (don’t get confused flytrap we discussed corn sticks a few weeks back) cause they’re good.
Spidey I have assured myself that shoe had an adequate amount of tp whilst out in the woods. She’d be all couth like that.
Things break a lot there, and you go home and eat.
:dubious:
**flytrap **- and your point is… ???
I’ve been reading - I decided to work my way thru the Kinsey Millhone books. I’m on B. It rained. The pet sitter stopped by to get the keys. Not much else going on.
Hamburger helper for supper because I don’t feel like cooking.
Maybe for YOUR cats. Mine love bacon, and are willing to play nice to get some.
That’s it exactly!
pouts I still kinda like hooky-chain thingy, though.
Medieval looking things, and they seem quite barbaric … until you remember that Fishy is about to be re-named Lunch.
Nah, just the one roll, but I carried it with me on my starlit hike.
Most girls will understand, but when one is camping for the 1st time with one’s new male AND his male-son … one simply holds it until the middle of the night. It’s just a rule. I think you have to turn in your Girl Card if you don’t, or something.
- pats pockets *
Crap, I think I misplaced my Girl Card.
Use a wok.
