Meet Daisy!
She is our new doggy. Her kennel card said that she was a daschund, but we really think that she’s a miniature. She just looks a lot smaller than one’s I’ve seen before. It didn’t take her long to get used to the house, which was really nice. She had a few accidents on her first day, but I think that’s just because she was nervous.
The one thing that surprised me was that Matt actually liked her a lot. You know, he’s a cat man, so I thought it would take a while for him to get used to Daisy being around. Especially when he doesn’t have Nala back yet. He’s been taking her out and everything.
Oh well, I’ll stop talking about her and show you some pictures. Here she is!
It’s just that time of year…
We just got settled into the new house, Fuzz is finally back to her old self and Duane is gone on the road again. You think things are getting back to normal and WHAMMO, literally!
It was about 8:30, Fuzz and I were in the kitchen when something hit the house. I opened the back door and peeked out, but the only thing I saw was a big ole hoot owl in the neighbor’s tree next to my driveway. I just shut the door and figured I’d show Jamie the owl when she came over to use the computer in a little while.
When she showed up I stepped out the back door to have her look up and see the HUGE owl. I heard this clacking noise and I looked down. There at my feet was a baby owl trying to nip at me with his beak. I took off running for Jamie’s car. When she sees the little owl right next to my back door she keeps saying it’s a cat. Just as I show her the Momma up in the tree it takes off flying and we take off screaming.
We ran around front and came inside, ran to the back door and Jamie sees it is a baby owl. I know it’s illegal to kill them so I was afraid to call Bryan. Sure as we tried to do anything the dang thing would die and we’d all have huge fines with Fish and Game.
Duane happened to call home as we were trying to think what to do and he said no matter what don’t mess with it cuz owls are mean. Great! Tell me something that I DON’T know! Seriously, do the math…sharp beak and big ass talon claws? Duane said to call the sheriff’s dept and have them deal with it.
A couple hours later Shannon showed up and I stepped outside. I had heard the momma owl in the trees earlier but never could find her. We checked out the trees and never could see her. He made a call to Fish and Game and they said to move it to a quiet place and hope it’s momma grabs it back over night. So I gave Shannon a broom and he moved it over behind my garage. He said if it was still there this morning that they’d have someone from Fish and Game come take care of it.
I was up early to check and the baby was gone. Not sure if it’s momma got it or it went back into the tall grass behind the house. The game warden said it’s just the time of year when the little owls are learning to fly. Shannon said it’s the second owl call they’ve had from this location in the past couple of weeks. The up side of it all, if we have owls this thick here, I bet we don’t have mice this winter!
The last straw.
As you may or may not know. Our cat has had issues remembering where her litterbox is. Now…I don’t completely fault her. Sometimes my lazy ass puts off cleaning the box out for too long, and I can’t blame her for pissing somewhere else. Imagine if you didn’t flush your toilet for a week. Yeah, I’d whizz on the bed too!
Well I awoke at 6:30 this morning to a cat pawing at my leg. At first I thought that she was being a little brat and though that she needed fed a couple hours earlier than usual. But no! Apparently she had just finished crawling up between Andrea and I to take a piss! That was pretty much it. It’s one thing to do it while I’m gone and come home and find it, but it’s quite another when you crawl ON ME to do your business. I was seriously ready to haul her off back to the animal shelter where we got her.
But after I cooled down abit, Andrea and I decided that we’re just going to have to keep her out of the bedroom. She’s got her scent on the bed (from several occasions) so it’s hard to keep her from doing it. And we’re going to start scooping out the litter box daily. All the things we do for a freakin’ cat! But if she finds a new place to call a toilet, I’m afraid poor Nala is going to have to find another home.
Stupid cute cat.
12.20.06Cats, trees and tinsel…
After I brag all about my ‘wonderful’ cat that NEVER messes with the Christmas tree she has proven me a liar! The bi-polar feline has knocked over the tree three times, broken off a leg of the tree stand so that it has to be propped up with a trash can and eaten approximately 4 inches of silver garland off the tree. I’m thinking that ingesting the garland is probably not the best thing, but I imagine she is thinking ahead and wanting to make her litter box just a little more festive!
10.2.06My cat RULES!
Fuzz has lots of faults, but she is the most awesome cat EVER! Early this morning I beebop into the kitchen to start the coffee and when I flipped on the light I froze. There in the middle of the floor is a HUGE, mostly dead spider.
She does lack the ability to throw him in the trash and he is still laying there haunting me. It took me an hour to work up the courage to step over him and start the coffee. I still haven’t gone back for the first cup.
Out with the old…
My new DVD burner that Mom got me came in yesterday. The old one would burn DVDs, but only about half the time. As cheap as the burners are, I figured I needed a new one because we’d soon waste as much money in ruined DVDs as a new burner would cost! So now, which one works again?
It’s quiet around here!
Fuzz and I are spending a lot of quality time together. Duane took off for school a few days ago. His first couple of weeks is just prep time for taking the CDL learner’s permit test. If they don’t pass that they can’t take the class. Today was their first quiz. All this makes me glad I have the job I have. I don’t think I could restart schooling this late in life.
Speaking of my job…I served my first (known) DUI last week. When the lady came in and told me she’d gotten a DUI after drinking all the beer I had served her the day before I felt really bad. But, I gotta admit the guilt didn’t last long. Seriously, is it my fault? I don’t think so. Heck, I wasn’t even around when she’d gotten her three previous DUIs. After three, the fourth DUI is her own flippin’ fault.
04.3.06Ever have one of THOSE days?
I asked my landlord to PLEASE spray for spiders. It’s my one gigantic phobia. So, a few days pass and no spraying has taken place. Now for the story… I finish washing my hair and wrap it in a towel last night. As I am walking I see something out of the corner of my eye and it is a friggin’ spider hanging off my towel (head). I know Matt can imagine the total panicy scene. I’m running and screaming and ripping the freaking towel off my head. THEN, today as I am washing a load of laundry… I grab the clothes basket, hug it up to me and walk through the house. I touch all the clothes as I load the washer and see nothing. BUT, as I get ready to turn the washer nob I see something in there that looks like dead grass and start to grab it…ANOTHER G.D. SPIDER! Just as I have my hand a few inches away the ‘dead grass’ crawls out of the clothes. That little sucker is gonna be the cleanest spider in town! I’ve had it!
Needless to say, even though Duane has a 12 hour shift coming up at the hospital tonight his ass is getting up early enough to spray this house with the spider killer spray himself.
01.27.06And the saga continues….
Fuzz had her checkup/vacination appt at the vet’s office Thursday. Well, on Wednesday the lady from the vet’s office stopped in Red’s for lunch. She said I could use their carrier AND since Fuzz was on their ‘vicious list’ she would have to be “knocked down”. I nearly passed out! To me, the phrase “knocked down” means killed. I must have had a look of horror on my face cuz she started talking really fast about it meaning tranquilizing or anesthetizing her so she wouldn’t fight or bite. She apologized over and over. I felt like a doofus!!!
Anyhoo…Fuzz went to the appt and she was a model kitty-kat! She didn’t hiss, growl or fight one little bit. They didn’t have to traquilize her at all and she was home in half an hour. SEE! I got a fantastic putty-tat! HAHA
Tramatic Putty Events…
How is Nala feeling after her tramatic surgical event? Are the stitches out and she is back to her happy, playful self? We take Fuzz back later this month for her yearly shots. I am sooooo dreading it! She will NOT be pleased at all. You can imagine, if she gets that upset having people here, she will be royally and rightously furious if we drag her to the vets and have him inflict pain.