4.20.2007
4.13.2007
4.12.2007
Again, my cat is a badass...
Last night, my husband and I heard some loud terrifying screams of pain, wailing, barking, hissing, and general mayhem coming from the front porch.
My neighbor's have 2 adolescent pit bulls, very sweet puppies, tearing the shit out of their yard, barking at strangers, and obsessing over my cats, normal dog behavior. Now, my cats don't help, preening themselves just out of reach, sauntering slowly by, free to roam past their yard's border. Begging to be chased.
So, I go out on the porch and Baby has the 2 dogs held off at the porch, looking huge, with his tail puffed out, expanded hair and menacing screech. Every time one of the dogs gets close to him, he explodes hundreds of rapid-fire claw-filled slaps down onto the muzzle of the offender, eliciting eerily childlike screams of pain, and backing the dog off.
If those dogs had gotten a hold of him, he would've been toast, but he was doing a damn good job of sticking up for himself.
I intervened, got the dogs attention, made them get back in their yard and closed the gate. To their credit, I didn't even have to touch them to get them to go, they minded well. The cat went 20 feet up a tree, waiting for it to be over.
My neighbor's have 2 adolescent pit bulls, very sweet puppies, tearing the shit out of their yard, barking at strangers, and obsessing over my cats, normal dog behavior. Now, my cats don't help, preening themselves just out of reach, sauntering slowly by, free to roam past their yard's border. Begging to be chased.
So, I go out on the porch and Baby has the 2 dogs held off at the porch, looking huge, with his tail puffed out, expanded hair and menacing screech. Every time one of the dogs gets close to him, he explodes hundreds of rapid-fire claw-filled slaps down onto the muzzle of the offender, eliciting eerily childlike screams of pain, and backing the dog off.
If those dogs had gotten a hold of him, he would've been toast, but he was doing a damn good job of sticking up for himself.
I intervened, got the dogs attention, made them get back in their yard and closed the gate. To their credit, I didn't even have to touch them to get them to go, they minded well. The cat went 20 feet up a tree, waiting for it to be over.
4.11.2007
4.09.2007
4.07.2007
4.06.2007
Underused Word of the Day
cosmothetic [kahz-moh-thet-ik]- an adjective meaning 'something that assumes there is an external world'. It is used about a theory of perception that posits the existence of an external world but denies that we have any evidence of it or knowledge about it. Perhaps useful for describing such statements such as "I know there are people who put mayonnaise on hot dogs, but I've never met one myself." From Greek words meaning 'world' plus 'positing'.
4.04.2007
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4.03.2007
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The Mindbending Return of the Killah Cat
I finally have something to blog about!
I have 2 cats, one white 13 year old guy named George, and a huge 20 lb tabby called Baby.
Baby loves to kill birds.
He plucks tender Robins from the low nests, encouraging evolution to make the Robins build higher nests.
He kills Blue Jays whilst being dive bombed by the doomed bird's family.
He has presented me with a huge Northern Flicker on my welcome mat.
Once, when stepping out the front door, we almost squished an adult squirrel, dead, but unmarked, as if he didn't know what to do with it.
He used to howl at the door, smushing his kill against the screen door proudly, but has figured out that this doesn't evoke the reaction he wants, and he usually doesn't get let in until the next morning. Now, he brings it to the porch and plays with it, then carries it away to tear it apart.
Our porch always has feathers, streaks of blood, stray organs or a bird's foot, some voodoo magik.
So, Friday night I was shocked to find this:
I have 2 cats, one white 13 year old guy named George, and a huge 20 lb tabby called Baby.
Baby loves to kill birds.
He plucks tender Robins from the low nests, encouraging evolution to make the Robins build higher nests.
He kills Blue Jays whilst being dive bombed by the doomed bird's family.
He has presented me with a huge Northern Flicker on my welcome mat.
Once, when stepping out the front door, we almost squished an adult squirrel, dead, but unmarked, as if he didn't know what to do with it.
He used to howl at the door, smushing his kill against the screen door proudly, but has figured out that this doesn't evoke the reaction he wants, and he usually doesn't get let in until the next morning. Now, he brings it to the porch and plays with it, then carries it away to tear it apart.
Our porch always has feathers, streaks of blood, stray organs or a bird's foot, some voodoo magik.
So, Friday night I was shocked to find this:
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I almost screamed.
This is a parrot, people.
I will remind you that I do not live in a parrot friendly climate.
My husband had heard mysterious screeching/squawking noises behind our alley somewhere on the previous evening, but couldn't tell what kind of animal it was.
My worst fear was that he would someday kill a cardinal, and that I would hate him forever, but I never imagined he would get a Conure!
I feel really bad because these are smart, fun birds.
They are also expensive.
We've been looking out for any lost posters around the 'hood, but nothing so far...
3.21.2007
Laziest blogger on the interwebs
I can't believe how little I've written.
I think I have a bit of a block.
More precisely, I think I'm just really rusty.
I read other people's blogs all the time, and there are so many funny, well-written people that I feel a little inadequate.
Maybe I am not recognizing the anecdotal things that are happening to me.
I could definitely be posting more about my son, he is a walking anecdote.
Maybe I'm just lazy.
I think I may be reluctant to reveal anything too personal, which is funny, since in reality, I rarely know when to stop revealing personal bits. But, face to face is different than the unknown masses to which you potentially write in a blog.
I'm deluded, just need to get into a habit of writing or posting something, anything more often, and familiarizing myself with the blogger features, and become more comfortable.
Like now, I'm thinking, "No one cares why I haven't posted, why even go into it? Erase it!"
But, I won't, because I have to get the ball rolling somehow.
It would almost be a relief if no one reads the thing, then I could really feel free to grind and moan.
2.14.2007
12.14.2006
underused word of the day
quin·cunx /kwing-kuhngks, –noun
1.an arrangement of five objects, as trees, in a square or rectangle, one at each corner and one in the middle.
2.Botany. an overlapping arrangement of five petals or leaves, in which two are interior, two are exterior, and one is partly interior and partly exterior
1.an arrangement of five objects, as trees, in a square or rectangle, one at each corner and one in the middle.
2.Botany. an overlapping arrangement of five petals or leaves, in which two are interior, two are exterior, and one is partly interior and partly exterior
12.08.2006
12.01.2006
underused word of the day
nugatory
Pronunciation[noo-guh-tawr-ee, -tohr-ee, nyoo-]
–adjective
1. of no real value; trifling; worthless.
2. of no force or effect; ineffective; futile; vain.
3. not valid.
Pronunciation[noo-guh-tawr-ee, -tohr-ee, nyoo-]
–adjective
1. of no real value; trifling; worthless.
2. of no force or effect; ineffective; futile; vain.
3. not valid.
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