Bronxy in Desperate Need of a New Tie!!!!!!

Poor little Bronxy's tie has seen better days. It's so worn and ragged, but he loves wearing it. He's starting to look a bit like the Little Tramp:0. Things have been considerably better now that he is back on the Busparone for the behavioral stuff. It's just been hard giving him the half pill everyday. I have to bury it in Cat Lax and pray he just swallows it down. Like a dog with peanut butter.

The weather is intensely hot this summer. I did get a chance to go to the beach this last weekend with my brother. I am not a fan of laying on the beach in the sun, but it was a nice change of pace. It was nice to catch up with him. I am hoping that he doesn't move too far away anytime soon. Although he says that his job may take him to Delaware by November. Oh, well. I guess that is a reason to go visit.

I just saw Sicko this weekend. I can't say I'm a Michael Moore fan, but his movies do get the point across. Of course, he does have his own agenda, but it definitely shows that health care is such a big business in the US. It's sad that so many people rely on so many drugs in this country. It really opens your eyes to see that it's just a big business. All the more reason to do alternative medicine. Not that I completely buy into that, either. I've always been more of a "eat well and exercise" girl. And I just found out that my work place may be changing health care providers. Not bragging, but I haven't even taken advantage of it since I've gotten insurance. I need to make a doctor's appointment, stat.

New Kitten, Wasps, New Plantings, Bad Blogger.

I didn't realize how true the new magazine on technology was until I couldn't log onto my Facebook for a whole day. I was completely lost. I had not realized how dependent I was on my news feeds and my CafeWorld. I have to say I am a little pathetic. I was mostly upset that most of my virtual food spoiled because I couldn't log on to serve it. Dommage. The time away from the online world helped me to read more and work in my garden. The important stuff.

I have seen a total of 3 snakes in the past week. Blackfoot brought the tiniest ring-neck snake dangling from his mouth much like a cigarette. I took a picture of it just to prove how small he was. Only 5 inches at the most. Wednesday, while taking out the trash, a red rat snake lay on my trashcan. It gave me quite a scare. Today Jason and I saw a rattle snake crossing the road by our old house in service. It must be the time of year for snakes to pop out of the wood work.

I planted so many new things. Irises line the beds of my courtyard next to my spare bedroom and office. I just laid some mulch in the beds today. I unfortunately could not save the violets that Peggy gave me. Not enough water, I'm afraid. I will have to beg her for some more. It was good to get good and dirty during this nice weather.

The new kitten I've been fostering has been real fun. He's quirky. His tail is all bent up like someone has snapped it like a twig. He has a double dewclaw on one front paw, and it missing an entire toe on each of his front paws. I say he's a little retarded, although, that isn't entirely nice. He's so sweet and I'm going to hate to see him go. If I can't find him an ideal home, I guess Jason and I will have to make room for one more in our cat family.>^..^<

I've always been a fan of the book Why Paint Cats. I got a wild hair yesterday and bought some non-toxic face paint to paint my kitties. I practice on Winston, our office cat. He didn't appreciate my artistic sensibilities. I want to paint a skunk stripe on Harlem and do bumblebee stripes in yellow on Bronxie. I am sure that would please them just as much. Unfortunately, I learned that the painted felines in the book are the crafty works of a photo shop and that they really aren't painted. Oh well, I'm still going to paint my cats. At least I'll try to paint Harlem. We would mind it less. I think it's no more cruel to paint a cat than to groom a dog. That's my humble opinion.

I wish I could do something to annoy the wasps in my yard without them coming after me. I've have 3 stings in 3 weeks. Not cool.

Guilt for Making Others Feeling Guilty

Over the weekend, one of my 7 outside cats got under our Pacifica as Jason pulled out to go to the gym. Unforth, Jason hit him and the cat ran into the woods. Jason didn't think much of it, since the cat made a mad dash for the woods. He looked around for a while, then went to the gym as I napped. When he came home, he told me what happened. I got worried when this usually food- motivated cat didn't come home for dinner, breakfast the next day, or the following meal. By Sunday night, I knew something was extremely wrong.

I was very angry with Jason for not telling me right away when it happened. Even though we weren't sure of the cat's fate, I made him feel extremely bad for not telling me sooner.

By Monday, I decided to make some fliers to spread around the neighborhood. Shelly at work made me feel a little more hopeful telling me the story of running over her Sam with an SUV and the tire landing on top of him. She had actually gotten out of her car before realizing that her tire was right on top of her cat. He's like 20 years old now. So I felt that maybe Four Socks was still out there.

My hope was crushed last evening when I saw a freshly dug patch in my front yard with a rock over it. When I went inside, my fears were realized. Jason was so upset . he even bought a beautiful bouquet of lilies and yellow roses with a plastic sunny face to ease the pain. I was so upset that I ran into the shower and cried for 20 minutes.

I didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did, but I did. I know how much he loved that cat. I was just so upset. What can you do?

I feel a lot better about it today, but now Jason is still sad. I know how guilty he feels. Now I feel bad that I made it worse. I guess only time will ease the pain. He was really an awesome cat. He had such an attitude and cool swirls on the side of his body. NO one could replace Four Socks, or affectionately know as Fat A@%.

How to Toilet Train Your Cat.

I will get back to you to let you know how this works. I may cause a revolution in my house.

Nothing Relavent Yet......

I haven't blogged in what feels like ages. Okay, it has rained for days. My service for the past week is shot. TV pretty much sucks. I know everyone is all over American Idol and Dancing with the Stars. Not me. I just can't get into it. Jason says that I've sort of turned into my dad. I could watch the weather for hours. I don't know what the fascination is. I can't believe I spelled fascination right.

The rain has helped me catch up on projects and the letter writing. I cleaned out BOTH of Jason's closets. I have a pile of stuff for Goodwill and a few items for ebay. I would really like to replenish my Pay Pal account. I depleted it with the U2 tickets. I can't believe it is almost June. My yard is really green. Everything is doing really well. The only problem is that I left out my patio set and hammock. I will have to let them dry out before I could use them. With the rain, who knows when that will be.

Evalyn was suppose to take me to her two studies today. Because of the rain, she's inside all day sewing. She told me to stop by and get some fresh seaweed soup. I ltook her to the Korean market on Saturday. That place is so awesome. It's like going to another country. I didn't like the slice of rice flour cake. It looked so appetizing colored like Neopolitan ice cream. Looks can be deceiving.

Yum. I want to make wontons and brownies for Jess's last day tomorrow. I was suppose to go to lunch with them today, but I have so much to do. I am not sure if I will have time or the gumption to make wontons today. I don't want the house to smell like a Chinese restaurant today. Cat box, yes. Chinese restaurant, no. Just kidding. I hope my house never smells like a litter box.

Speaking of litter boxes, I picked up a little book called How to Toilet Train Your Cat- 21 Days to A Litter-Free Home. I started to read it, and it seems plausible. I just don't think my retarded cats would get it. I would probably stir up even more anxiety problems in them. I would love to have a house without a litter box.

I do disagree a lot with the author. He doesn't believe in putting a litter box in a laundry room because of the detergents. He doesn't think you should use slotted scoop. I think he thinks you should stick with clumping litter. I hate clumping litter. I actually hate the idea of any litter.


The things I think of when it's pouring down rain.

My Kitty is Famous!!!!!!

I knew he was special. And not just in the Jerry's Kids sense. Gotta love my Harlem.....

AWWWWWwwwwwww!

Two lovers lie with no sheets on the bed,
And the day it is breaking

If you can't tell, Bronxy is on the bed with his daddy. I kinda cropped him out because he was shirtless and his tighty whitey's were kinda showing, but you get the idea.

Today has been dark and rainy for a change. A real change from warm and utterly hot. People are arriving at our house for bookstudy as we speak, but I have to finish tying.

I have grown cilantro!!!! It is early but is has sprouted and is doing quite well. Kristine is helping me plant the yard on Saturday. After I chop the hair, of course.

My, how he's grown.......

That's my little one. I can't believe he's 6 months. They don't stay kittens for long. He has the longest legs, and the longest, fluffiest tail. He's so sweet and he has made Bronx a better kitty. I just wish they wouldn't chew on things. It's so funny to watch Harlem contemplate the Pepsi like it's a chess game. He is really looking at the little bubbles, but he looks at it so seriously. I love my little man.

My OCD cat

No seriously, my cat does have some kind of OCD complex. He's only 4 months old and he's obsessed with his right front paw. He is always sucking it. It' like some kind of comfort thing for him. I swear I didn't take him away from the bottle too soon. The doctor said he may need medication if this continues into adulthood. He saw another cat suck a bald patch on his arm. That cat had to go on amitriptyline.

He's such a sweetie kitty. He slept on the couch with Jason and I last night for like 2 hours. Bronx is so jealous. He spends most of his days on my bed. They are playing in the living room now as I type this. So they really don't hate each other that much.