Well, the reasoning goes hand in hand with my eventual post in MPSIMS concerning bathroom remodeling and wall building. I’m just trying to get the energy up.
Oh, but ashes, it’s not rue’s fault. Jack Russell WAS a parson. You gots to blame it on the durn kennel club or sumpin. Rue and Lucy are innocent!
Bern is 14. Old kitty. But she refuses to be 14. Last week LilMiss left a pile of those icky jelly bracelets on our floor. The wood floor. Where kitties cannot gain any purchase, especially when they have tufts of fur between their paw pads. Jelly bracelets are Bern’s sworn enemy. She was flipping them, growling at them, spinning them around the floor. When a rebel bracelet would try to escape, Bern was on it like white on rice. Or she would try to. She’d try to dig her feet in to jump at the rebel bracelet, but her fuzzy wuzzy widdle paws obviously were siding with the rebels and WHUMP she’d land on her butt. Bern, being ever so tenacious and knowing as the head beastie she must protect us from the evil jelly bracelets, would try again. WHUMP. She’d back her heinie to one of the rugs, try again, and OFF she went. Of course, the wood floor, also in cahoots with the jelly bracelets, wouldn’t allow her to stop. THUD. That was the sound of Bern trying to move the wall. And off Bern would run downstairs to lick her pride and contemplate the demise of the rebel jelly bracelets. Pounding upstairs, she’d tear back into the livingroom to attack again… and there she goes. THUD. That was the sound of Bern hitting the couch. This lasted about 30 minutes before she finally gave up and came crying to me. Yes Bern, you ARE a master jelly bracelet hunter. I understand you did what you could so they would not take over our house. Yes, I am proud of you. Dork.
OTOH, Clee lives for ponytail holders. The fuzzy ones. Due to her girth, she can’t move her butt like Bern does, but once Clee gets her enemy ponytail holder, she carries it to me in her mouth and drops it on my lap. NORMAL cats do that with mice and birds. But Clee is not normal. And for that I am thankful. She has vision problems. We play with the laser pointer with her also, but once we lift it off the floor she will chirp (she doesn’t meow) and look at us with truly sad eyes. She cannot track the movement so well.
(And I cannot go into what my weekend entailed. A “girls weekend” went bad. Not bail-out-of-jail bad, but boy-this-really-blew weekend)
Nothing new to say. I thought I was deleting my subscription to the Brittney Spears go Married thread, and got this one instead. So i gotta post something to resub, since the thread tool option doesn’t work.
I’m a :wally, with a big side helping of :smack:
Molly does that, too. She barks at TV door knockings, too. She also gets all worked up over dogs barking on the TV. She does seem to know where it’s coming from, at least. She runs over to the TV and barks back at it.
Dumb dog.
sorta like Brett Farve could here me yelling at him on Sunday?
I don’t have any pets (I’m allergic!) but I do have a plant named Irving. Sadly he’s pretty quiet and doesn’t move around much. At least, not when I’m home. :dubious:
Hey, who was the person who posted the chilled avocado/lime/jalapeno soup recipe? I made it yesterday, and brought some for lunch. YUM. I added some onions and tomatoes like you suggested. It’s purty tasty.
Have you ever been to a wedding in which the bouquet toss was open to single gals AND guys? I hadn’t…until Saturday. The guy who caught it? The one I went to the wedding with. No pressure or anything, you know. :eek:
We just picked up another laser pointer for the cats this weekend. Well, not for both cats, just Henry (the black one). Johnny (the gray one) thinks that chasing a laser is beneath him, somehow. He looks at it, tries to grab it, then thinks, “Oh, right. This stupid thing I can’t touch. Real original, people,” and walks away, all aloof-like. Sadly (for Henry) I think this makes Johnny the “smart” cat.
Anyway, the careful reader would have noticed that I said “another laser pointer” up there and is probably asking him or herself, “Why on earth would somebody need more than one?” What an excellent question. The answer: I’m a dummy and I keep losing them. This is the third one we’ve bought over the past two years.
scout, I’ve never been to a wedding like that, but I did go to a wedding a couple weekends ago where I had to line up to catch the garter. I mentioned that I’m engaged (to the bride’s sister, in fact) but I still had to go up there. It was interesting. Imagine 8 guys all trying to hide behind each other. What fun.
This is my first post to MMP. I’m a little nervous. 
I wanted to share a bit of my weekend. On Friday I tried to break my finger in my truck door, but was wildly unsuccessful. Heck, it barely even hurt, although for about an hour there was a really cool dent in the skin with a black bruise at the bottom. It’s still a little sore and swollen, but I can’t even use it as an excuse to get an owie day off from work. :mad:
I was at a women’s only spirituality event over the weekend. It was fun and cool. At least I managed to get my tent set up before the brilliant idea to see what it felt like to put my finger in the door jamb overtook me. :wally We spent the rest of the weekend having Hot Sex™ and Margaritas and communing with nature and getting in touch with our Inner Goddesses. Mostly I was there for the Hot Sex™ and the Margaritas. I already know my Inner Goddess. She’s pretty cool, but gets me in trouble a lot.
When I got home Sunday evening, my SO (hereafter referred too as The Elf) kissed my boo-boo and let me go to bed early. Cause he’s sweet like that.
And that’s my introduction to MMP. How was it?
lightingtool I caught a garter at a wedding once. I put it on and wore the rest of the evening. Well what else is a gay guy gonna do with a garter?
Uncommon Sense Brett Farve told me to tell you not to use language like that again. He’s afraid his momma might be watching and hear it. 
FairyChatMom might take exception to your handle. You might be able to soothe her ruffled feathers with a large bribe of chocolate.
Also, you have yet to be properly initiated. The sheep are waiting.
Otherwise, you did OK.
I tried to get my ferrets interested in the pretty red dot, but the strange little beasts would just look at the dot, and then you could see their eyes actually follow the (not visible to the human eye) length of the beam from the floor all the way up to the pointer. They’d notice the pointer was in your hand and just shrug it off like it was no big deal. They’re just spoilsports sometimes!
She’ll have to cope, I’ve been The Faerie for a number of years now, ain’t giving it up. It even says so on the vanity plates of the truck that tried to eat my finger.
But to soothe feathers that may be ruffled… FairyChatMom, I think you’re awesome doing that house rehab yourself. I bow to your confidence and overall coolness. Please keep us updated. I love that stuff! I would send chocolate if I knew where you lived. And if it wouldn’t melt before it got there. And if I The Elf didn’t accidentally eat it first…
And about the sheep - I am an Aries. Does that count?
And about laser pointers - a friend of mine has a dumb-as-a-stump pit bull who will follow the laser pointer until he (the dog, not the friend) falls over from exhaustion. Pretty funny stuff, that.
And about weird pet habits - I used to have a min-pin who would pull the stuffing out of his toys, and also tear off the fuzz from the outside. He would then make the mostly stuffed, bald toy his ‘beetch’, if you know what I mean. He was an odd little dog.
Was “he” at the women’s only event or was the Hot Sex and Margaritas after the event ended. 'Cause I’m confused.
Let me just say that my Pug, Ginger, is dumber than all of your dogs or cats. You know how you can do the fake toss with a snack or ball but hide it behind your back instead and a not-so-bright dog will run around looking for what you tossed? Well, with Ginger, I don’t even have to be holding a real snack. All I have to do is cup my hand as if I’m holding something and pretend to toss it. She’ll spend several minutes sniffing around the room looking for it.
:smack: sorry…
OMG! Do you guys all realize that TheFaerie has posted in MMP! Wow, what a great thing. She’s gonna be such an asset to our little gatherings. We’re so lucky she showed up.
Just trying to make sure you feel welcome, TheFaerie. Just remember that swampy gets first dibs on all burly men and I get the brawny men. I suppose swampy and I might swap in cases of mix-matched sexuality.
But I want to go all the way back to Tupug’s statement that:
(bolding mine)
Just what is it that gives you a high and allows you to control the weather? And, more importantly, where can I get some?
I had a dog who would dig for a snowball tossed into a snowbank. :smack: We’d eventually have to distract her with something else or she’d pretty much dig down to the grass underneath and then look really confused.
I was waiting for somebody to pick up on that, kalley! And the answer is shrooms. They grow in all the cow pastures down here and while they don’t actually allow you to control the weather, you might just think you do. That’s what I hear, anyhoo. Being a chile of the 60s I prolly tried almost everything else except shrooms. These days, a little Absolut is all my poor Buffler cells can tolerate without becoming extinct.
We tried the laser pointer out on Kai. He looked at it, sniffed the dot, and then looked at us as if to say, “Yeah, annnnnnnnnd?”
So he doesn’t chase it. However, Rue, the image of Lucy chasing one into her water dish had me snorting and laughing out loud.
Kai’s favorite toy is Stinky Sock. He’ll hunt down a sock that DogDad wore and hasn’t been washed yet and…shhhhh, he’s sneaking up on it… aaaannnnnddddddddd POUNCE! shakeshakeshakeshake of the head like he’s trying to break its stinky neck, then he’ll bring it to ME to throw it for him. Depositing it in my lap, likely as not. Then once the sock is thrown, he’ll chase it down, pounce on it and shake it again, then come back and try to lure either me or DogDad into a game of “chase me to get your sock back!”
Yes, but I still love you.