An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Archive for Critters
All I want to do is brush my teeth. I head towards the bathroom, and WHOOSH! Cats coming out of the woodwork. I have to battle them to get to the sink. Three BIG boys who apparently believe that when I head towards said room, they must accompany me, just to check out what I’m doing, and make sure I do it right.
The dainty little lady, who really isn’t little, just a major dust mop with bones, aka LOTS of fur, was sitting patiently on the floor, waiting for the resident moose clan, to get out of the way, so she could see too.
Yep…life can be an interesting trial with four legged children.
One of these days, Mr Spot is going to fly….right out the window.
After having a coughing fit around 4 that kept me awake for about an hour, I was sleeping peacefully, minding my own business, when the HUGE black cat decides it’s time for me to get up. I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to sleep. Nope! He wasn’t having any of that! He chews on my fingers, gets to my toes, walks over me repeatedly, pokes me in the nose several times, and repeats the process. There’s only so much of that a person can take. Talking to him didn’t help. Pushing him away didn’t work either. He’d just walk over me, all 18 pounds of him, and start on the other side. UGH! Well, at least he kept his potty paws out of my mouth this time.
So, he finally gets me out of bed, and………………..completely ignores me. He had food. There was plenty of water in the bowl, so his reasoning for my needing to remove myself from my warm comfy bed is a complete mystery.
Yep…one of these days…..
I hate being woken up long before I’m ready. Sometimes, I think cats are worse than small children! At least the cats don’t bounce the bed, rattling your brain awake. Nope, they bound across your chest, or poke you, or head butt you….whatever it takes to get your attention. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr So, when Rowdy decided I had slept enough, which I hadn’t, he was relentless! He’s lucky he didn’t find himself splattered on the ceiling, but I just didn’t have the strength….getting out of bed was hard enough.
First order of business…turn on the bloomin’ heater! Criminy! Who said it’s suppose to be down in the 40s and 50s already. This is Tennessee! UGH! Suppose to get up to a whopping 60 today. I’m gonna diiiiieeeeee! sigh… Can ya tell? I don’t like cold. I don’t even much care for ‘chilly’.
So, after turning the heat on, I stumbled to the coffee pot to turn it on, and what do I see frolicking in the back yard? A couple of these….
Now, it could have been this….
…but honestly, I don’t think so. They were close enough that you could tell the difference. I could be wrong… it’s been known to happen on rare occasions.
By the time I remembered I had my phone in my pocket (hey…I just woke up, remember?) they had moved to an area a bit farther away, and blended in with the surroundings. I attempted to get a video, but ya just couldn’t even tell they were there, and I can’t figure out how to zoom video on that goofy iPhone thingy.
I wonder if they are why we haven’t seen any possum, raccoons, or those pesky peacocks lately?
Ok…major dispute on what it is…other than a baby snake! *roll eyes* This is the best I can do, and yes…it’s fuzzy, but considering it’s cropped… At least you can KIND of see the markings….sorta!
Ok, I don’t know squat about snakes, except that I don’t like ‘em! The Mr, who is more informed about such critters, just HAD to say ‘come look’. Ok…I looked. Now what it is? And don’t tell me it’s a snake…I can see that for myself. What KIND?
About 30 minutes ago, I heard a thud on the front window. I knew what it was…happens on occasion. A few of the ‘brighter’ birds seem to think the living room is wide open space for ‘em, and apparently, don’t see those white lines running through the glass. Hey…like I said… ‘bright’.
I went out to check to see if it was still breathing, and yep…sat there….blinking. Obviously quite stunned, but they usually manage to fly away within a short period of time. This one, however, seems to have taken up residence for the time being, and the cats are having a field day trying to get to it.
Mr Spot has been the one in attendance the entire time said bird has been attempting to recover. Of course, Rowdy checks it out every now and then, but isn’t as patient. I really do think he’s brain damaged.
Honestly, I don’t think a one of the four would know what to do with a bird if they ever caught one. Since they are strictly house cats, that ain’t gonna happen, so we will never find out. Heh. We won’t ever get the dubious honor of having a dead creature presented to us.
Another swipe from Facebook, via Sara Casm. Being mom to four four legged ‘children’, I can attest to the truth of this ‘resume”!
The biggest scandal in U.S. history
by Ann Coulter
Forget executive privilege, contempt of Congress, “fast and furious,” how many documents the government has produced and who said what to whom on which date.
The Obama administration has almost certainly engaged in the most shockingly vile corruption scandal in the history of the country, not counting the results of Season Eight on “American Idol.”
Administration officials intentionally put guns into the hands of Mexican drug cartels, so that when the guns taken from Mexican crime scenes turned out to be American guns, Democrats would have a reason to crack down on gun sellers in the United States.
Democrats will never stop trying to take our guns away. They see something more lethal than a salad shooter and wet themselves.
….there could still be seven of ‘em! I had hopes, after a few days of their absence. I should have known better! You’ll notice, of course, that Mrs Peacock has returned as well. sigh….
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
There’s nothing like an uninvited guest on a regular basis. I just happened to glance out the kitchen nook’s window, and caught a snippet of some color that is not part of the deck. Yep…there he was…all snuggled up and comfy. Once he got a look at me looking at him, he evidently thought I was going to come tearing after him. Pfft! This ol’ woman doesn’t go rushing off after stupid birds on only 4 hours of total sleep. In other words, I’m flippin’ tired! And I’m really tired of chasing those darn birds!
I noticed that Mr Peacock was all by his lonesome. Where was the Mrs? No where in sight!
The way I’ve figured it…as long as they stay on the back deck, where they can no longer do damage, we won’t have a problem with them. They seem to like our deck, snuggled up in the shade. Once they go around to the front, where we are working hard to spruce the place up, and start their dance of destruction, we WILL have a problem, and eventually, will deal with their invasion!
But I STILL HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
It started out as a reasonably pleasant morning. A bit chilly for my tastes, and had to turn the heater up, but other than that….no problem. Well, I could have used another hour of sleep. After yesterday…a humdinger of a Monday, the extra hour might have improved my frame of mind. It really is the pits when you stick yourself in the eye with mascara, then dump a full cup of Dr Pepper all over the place at the ladies meeting. sigh…
I went to get my last cup of coffee, and lo and behold…………….
Will it never end? Will our lives be consistently plagued by them? Will I ever catch that evil fowl, and snatch those tail feathers off his hind end?
Then, I looked up, and TA DA! They evidently didn’t believe he was serious about them vacating the premises. EVIL! Just plain EVIL!
So, it was time to do the ‘infamous ol’ broad peacock dance’….which entails me hobbling behind them, doing my best to herd them towards home. Not the easiet thing to do, lemme tell ya! We went around the house. We went across the yard. We danced through the field, several times, when finally, I do believe the male, at least, got the message. There would be no eating of recently potted flowers for them! At least, not today….so far. He waddled himself back down the hill towards home.
The female, on the other hand, not the brightest of God’s creatures, thought it might be fun to play hide and seek around a tree. First, we went one way, then we went the other way..round and round. Stupid bird! Eventually, I suppose she decided she wasn’t going to win this game, and headed off after her mate. Wise decision!
Have I mentioned recently…..I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS? Well, if not….
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
If you’ve been coming around here for a while, you may remember me mentioning Rocky Moose. Rocky was one of those cats that was on the verge of being on ‘death row’. My son in law rescued him, and he became part of the family. I always had to get a dog outfit for him for Christmas, which of course, annoyed Ick to no end. Rocky? He didn’t care one way or the other!
Rocky was a big boy. Let’s face it, there was a reason I called him Rocky Moose.
If ever there was a more mellow, and patient, cat, I don’t where he/she is! Rocky went to sleep this afternoon, and did not wake up. He will be extremely missed by the entire family, and many friends.
Rest In Peace My Moose Friend
As per my normal morning routine, I stagger into the kitchen with the intent of getting the coffee going, in the hopes that I’ll have at least one eye opened in short order. Naturally, all the cats followed me and took up various positions, one on the couch, one crunching some breakfast and two sitting at the window, with Mr Spot doing his occasional patting at the window when something is out there. Like he can dig his way out to get it? Heh. I figured it was one of the dogs that tends to wander around on regular basis. So, while the pot is filling up, I go to see what had his and Chubs’ interest.
So…after the Mr chased ‘em off, what did they do? Why, they had to come around to the front, where I had just spent a small fortune on new plants and flowers to put on the porch. Previously, they had destroyed every single plant I stuck in a pot, along with the pots, or plopped in the ground. Nearly $500 worth of damage! And I’ve yet to see a dime from their owner! I wouldn’t have bothered this year if I had thought they were back. Well, not the originals, because….heh….they all went to peacock heaven! Want some feathers?
So, you’re asking…why not just take these out as well!? Well, I’d like to give the guy a chance to keep his evil fowl …. on HIS property. If not, then, I reckon we’re going to add to our collection of peacock feathers! Hopefully, if we do have to send them off to wherever peacocks go when they’ve been blown away, the male will still have all those feathers attached. Hey…he’s the one who told me to shoot ‘em if they kept coming around! I took him at his word!
It is not amusing to see a short chubby ol’ woman, with a bad heart and a fake knee flying out the front door in her jammies, chasing those evil creatures away from my flowers! Thank goodness the Mr didn’t have a camera in his hand! We went all the way around the house….big evil, followed by little ol’ woman, followed by the girlfriend, who had the gall to squawk at me! HUMPH!
I finally got them headed in the direction of home, and thought that was it. I waddled m’self back into the house, sat down, look up, and who is looking back at me? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! So, we had to do the Peacock Dance….again!
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
“Hooray!” I said, it’s my first time afar.
The scents we were passing were all new to me,
For it was my first introduction to this mystery.
As we got out of the car I embraced you with joy,
After all you remembered to bring my favourite toy!
You threw it once or twice, of which I retrieved,
But on the third it seemed you were ready to leave.
You threw it long and hard and I chased it like lightning,
But when I turned to bring it back I saw a sight quite frightening.
I gripped my toy hard as I tried to comprehend
What it was I did wrong to make our relationship end.
You walked back to your car as I sat there still loyal.
Why am I subservient and you so royal?
Your engine started, and you peeled out into the night,
You didn’t even care about my overwhelming fright.
As I sat in my pose determined you would come back,
The sun faded behind me while the surroundings turned black.
Day after day I stayed in that park,
Lying… waiting… too feeble to bark.
As I lay there dying thinking of you master,
I asked myself how I got into this horrifying disaster.
With my last breath of life, I whispered your name
Then I collapsed in a heap overrun by pain.
Why didn’t you love me master? Why didn’t you care?
Had I no significance, was I just a clump of hair?
I stayed there master and I waited for you
I guess taking care of me was just too much to do.
I’m gone now master, no more You-and-I
But what I can’t figure out is why you didn’t even say goodbye…
As you may, or may not know, we live out in the country. The number of animals we have come up to our door, just wanting attention, or food, is mind boggling. Many of them do live around the neighborhood, but are left to wander freely, with no concern of whether or not they get run over by some fool driving too fast around the curve.
There have been some, though, that I know have just been dumped off. I see them sitting at the corner, like they are waiting. They see a car coming and stand up. When the car passes by, they’ll sit back down, and begin their wait again. It tears me apart to have to leave them there. If I could, I would bring every single one of them home. We don’t have a fenced in yard, and there is a two lane highway behind our house. I just can’t do it. The Mr won’t allow it, and it kills me to see these adorable creatures left to fend for themselves.
I would very much like to find who does this to a ‘family pet’, and do the same damn thing to them. Take them out in the middle of no where, and just leave them. Let them know how it feels to be abandoned by someone they believed loved and cared for them. Yes, I know these are animals, but they are living beings, a creation of God, and we treat them like disposable diapers. This type of cruelty ranks with the physical torture some seem to think is ‘fun’, but the scars are on the inside, instead of the outside.
If you can’t afford your pet, who actually is a family member, find a good home for him/her. Take the animal to a no kill shelter, find someway to make sure he/she will be ok. DO NOT DUMP THEM OFF ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD! Believe, if I EVER see someone do that to an animal, they better haul ass because I will make sure everyone in the county knows just who they are!
Welp, the dogs all have to check him out on a regular basis. The cats don’t care one way or the other. Today, the ferrets were let out while 2 of the dogs were outside. One of them, Nickie, has a high ol’ time chasing Haley around the house. It really is hilarious. A good sized dog apparently terrified of an itty bitty rodent. Heh.
Well, since Nickie is the nosy one, she had to check out that thing in the swing.
In case you are wondering, that fuzzy thing that won’t hold still is Nickie, the ferret. The male, Stephan, couldn’t care about that tiny thing. Heh.