I had a cat once. I was driving down the road one day and passed a tiny furball sitting in the center of the road and as I passed it, it mewled piteously. So I stopped and picked it up. It was a tiny black Manx kitten that had been attacked by something and was somewhat beaten up.
As luck would have it, my then-girlfriend’s bitch had recently had a litter of pups, so the kitten got raised with 13 puppies, and was thoroughly convinced that he too was a dog. As such, he made a pretty good pet, except that he never could figure out the concept of house-training or litterboxes. He eventually disappeared one day. Then-girlfriend said he must have been stolen. Humph.
I’ve mentioned before that The GirlChild and her hubby are hosting Turkey Day this year. She says there will be low-carb entrees as well as traditional Holiday dishes. She’s also making a pumpkin cheesecake (yum), as I said before, I’m making a no-bake key lime cheesecake from a recipe on ‘Lo-Carb and Loving It’ that I’ve never tried before instead of my killer cheesecake that gives off a small cloud of high-calorie carbs just sitting there. Missus says she’s gonna make an impossible coconut crème pie, a family favorite.
I mention all this to establish my credentials so that you’ll take me seriously when I say that green bean casseroles are evil! I think it’s the cream of mushroom soup. My sister-in-law makes one with Swiss cheese that is, OTOH, excellent. Perhaps I should start politicking now.
[aside] I misspelled politicking and one of the spell checkers options was polo ticking. For some reason I find that funny.
Ex, your smashed taters sound great. I’ve been known to add cinnamon to my curry, (and chili powder to my marinara sauce (hint, hint) but never to my taters.
I don’t bite my ferrets hard, just enough to get their attention. It is how mother ferrets tell their kids to knock it off. It is more that you are messing with their nape (the forbidden spot for ferrets, the spot they protect in wrassling and try to get when pestering others) than that you are biting.
We had the signature dish debate before at our house, too. One year, it was just six of us, and there are something like 10 sig. dishes. So we decided we would cut some out. You can guess the rest–every dish had one strong supporter, so in the end we had 10 things for 6 people.
What’s the worst that could happen? Leftovers?
Spectre of Pithecanthropus wrote:
I’m not usually a spelling snob, but it just struck me as funny coming from such a user name.
That wasn’t a spelling error. There is a considerable variation of average waits among cat breeds. Sometimes you wait 10 minutes for a cat to breed, sometimes it’s a few days. The variation can be considerable. Please try and keep up!
Enzo is the Cat. King is the Dog. Here is a typical conversation.
Enzo: Hello. You appear to be quite large. King:: YES! HELLO! I SHALL SNIFF AT THIS PATCH ABOVE YOUR RIGHT THIGH THAT I FIND BIZARRELY INTRIGUING! Enzo: I’d rather you didn’t. Could you not? King:: YES! HELLO! I SHALL SNIFF AT THIS PATCH ABOVE YOUR RIGHT THIGH THAT I FIND BIZARRELY INTRIGUING! Enzo: I’d rather you didn’t. Could you not? King:: YES! HELLO! I SHALL SNIFF AT THIS PATCH ABOVE YOUR RIGHT THIGH THAT I FIND BIZARRELY INTRIGUING! Enzo: I’d rather you didn’t. Could you not? King:: YES! HELLO! I SHALL SNIFF AT THIS PATCH ABOVE YOUR RIGHT THIGH THAT I FIND BIZARRELY INTRIGUING!
Bwa ha ha ha ha … Come on into tanookie’s house of the strange and bizarre.
The cast: Myself, Parallax, the girl child, the toddler boy, the dog and the 4 cats.
Now the dog is species confused. She thinks she’s a human or maybe a cat. She knows she is not a dog. She especially likes thinking she’s a cat or a couch. Although I think it is the kids who think she’s a couch more than she does. They sit on her all the time. She (the dog) allows this because they (the kids) drop food. A lot of food.
So the cats reward or encourage the dog in her (the dog’s) warped beliefs by grooming the dog often. We often have these bizarre slurping and purring sessions that put the porn in my inbox to shame. When the kitties have done a really good job grooming the dog they get shown appreciation in the form of humping. The dog humps the cats. AND THE CATS DON"T CARE. They are a disgrace to the feline species.
So on a normal day, “don’t hump the cat,” and “get off the dog.” are said in our home approximately half a million times.
Nothing in this house speaks the same language. I know this because “don’t yank the tray out of the DVD player” obviously means “pull as hard as you can on the little tray that pops out of the DVD player” and I just don’t realize it yet.
Our cat, still nameless after all these years, has been ruling the roost since May. When we return from Florida for Christmas, we will be bringing Bernie, our border collie mutt, back with us (the kid got a cat and doesn’t want to deal with the dog any longer) I can’t wait to see what life will be like with the two of them. I also can’t wait to see where I’m going to put the cat food. Bernie likes cat food. Bernie also likes to snack on the cat box, but we’ve got that tucked away out of doggie reach, unless she learns to open the basement door.
I expect their first conversation upon reuniting will go something like:
Bernie: Hullo, cat. I remember you.
Cat: WTF are you doing here? I thought I got rid of you back in May???
Then he’ll deal.
My thankfuls:
I’m thankful the carpet is being installed tomorrow - we can finally declare the remodel done (till we attack the bathrooms)
I’m thankful my baby will be flying home tomorrow. I’ve really missed her.
I’m thankful for my sweetie and for the 21 years we’ve had together - hope we have at least that many more.
I’m thankful for these boards and all the friends I’ve made, and especially the ones I’ve met - swampy, vunderbob, Shibb among the MMPers.
I’m thankful for Rue for being my Special Friend for all these years. It all started when he wrote one of his Uncle Rue,Story Guy tales for me - I’ve had a crush on him ever since.
And most of all, I’m thankful for whoever invented the electric blanket - I love crawling into a toasty warm bed!
My cat Sophie does this, too! Sits in the picture window and chirps (not very convincingly) at the birds outside. I’m thinking this may be part of the reason she was almost starved to death when we got her. She didn’t really get that you’re supposed to sneak up on birds, not integrate yourself into their society.
I’m a Canadian. I don’t have to be thankful this weekend.
But I am, especially because I’m an MMPer. Yes, 'an MMPer definitely looks better.
Aerin chirps, too. We call it ‘singing her hunting song’. She sings at anything she considers prey- bugs, birds, other cats…
Perhaps I should make dessert as well as the beef-cooked-in-butter-chicken-sauce thing I’m attempting. Driving Husband might want dessert. I could feed him the ice cream I found at the bottom of the freezer.
I just remembered! My Mum bought me President’s Choice molten chocolate cake! I’m very excited- it’s the holiday season (almost) and PC is coming out with all sorts of delectable, sugar-cream-and-chocolate desserts. Sugar cream pie, anyone? Sticky toffee pudding? Yum. I’ll report back on the cake.
A few years ago I had a friend over for Thanksgiving dinner. Laid out the china, silver, crystal, etc., including some candelabras. Mid-dinner, Merlin the Cat decided to join us by hopping up on and sashaying across the table. Did I mention candelabras? Merlin’s tail caught on fire.
After catching him and extinguishing him, we set back down to dinner. Merlin decided to join us again, leading to yet another rousing round of chase the flaming cat.
You might say that there was a slight difficulty in communication.
Greetings Sassy, we live to entertain. Speaking of entertaining, I have some decisions to make. Should I use the good plates (yes, they’re china, I do own china, crystal and silver thankyouverymuch) and stuff or use heavy duty paper plates and the flatware on Thursday? I kinda want to use the good stuff and I got enough for everybody that’s showing up but that means it all has to be washed and put back in it’s proper place afterwards. Yes, I own a dishwasher, so it ain’t like I’ll be hand washing everything, though I feel kinda funny about putting china and silver in the dishwasher even though they’re supposed to be ok to put in a dishwasher. Sigh Decisions, decisions. I mean, I will be using the good crystal stuff cause like wine is supposed to be drunk out of wine glasses and not, say, dixie cups. I swear, sometimes my gay genes make me just nuts!
In other news, the state of Jawja is having a special runoff election today for Judge of Appeals Court. It’s the election that won’t die. This is the third vote in this dang nonpartisan race. I voted before I came to work and I was NUMBER ONE in line to vote at my precinct. Yep! My name is first on the list thingy they keep of who shows up to vote. The bad news is today they’re giving out the ugly stickers after you vote. Those are the one that say “Georgia counts! I voted!” with a little creepy cartoon thingy that’s supposed to be one of those electronic voting machines. I wanted my “I’m A Georgia Voter” peach sticker. :mad:
ShibbOleth, I am trying to keep up! apparently not very well
I am thankful for the SDMB for making me laugh so often, and for the MMP for being so cosy, and especially for Rue for setting out the metaphorical cinnamon buns every Monday morning so we can gather.
Best line I overheard yesterday: “He’s not so much savoir faire, as county fair.”
Shibb, I’ll use the china. I know I will. Then I’ll handwash em, cause I still don’t trust the dishwasher safeness of em. After all, it’s a big thing, so I guess I should pull out all the stops. I can’t believe how I’m obsessing over china and silver. How much gayer could I possibly get!
I do want a new apron but I’m pretty sure I don’t want that one.
Today (this is exciting) I get to clean and disinfect the litterbox. While it’s soaking I’m going to do laundry. After that’s done there’s the dishes. Then I get to go to dance class! Okay, that’s the only fun thing.
I’m sleepy, and I have the Llama song stuck in my head. “Llama llama not a llama llama llama duck”.
I want the “Real Men Fry Turkeys” apron! Maybe I’ll write a letter to Santa. Interestingly enough, I am frying two turkeys for Thanksgiving. MMMMMM… fried turkey! I got me some of that butter creole marinade stuff to inject into the turkeys last night. That is so much fun! You stick a big ol syringe filled with marinade in the turkey breast, legs and thighs. Then you lower the turkey into peanut oil heated to 350 degrees (that’s something Celsius for Lissla) and let him fry! Takes about 40 minutes and you got nice, juicy, tender turkey! MMMMMMMMMMM!!!
I do not wear an apron whist busying about the kitchen. I have this unique ability to cook without getting stuff all over myself. ACBG, on the other hand, just looks at a sack of flour and he’s covered in it. That is why I suggested he make his cheesecake in his own kitchen. He’s a slob, but a cute slob.
