Babycakes pt. 3

Yes, he is still here. Living under our deck. He acts like he wants to be loved so bad. He will let us get close, but when I extend my hand he flinches and runs. I am not sure how to gain his trust. Its a work in progress. I am making a trip today, back home, to be with my sister during her surgery. They are operating on her parathyroid gland..It is sucking to much calcium out of her body and they think this surgery will help. I probably won't be able to be on-line until Saturday again. No computer to post from there. Be sweet, play nice, and mind CC while I am gone.

Lost In Space

Yep! That's were I have been lately. I have been on line. I have read all comments and blogs that I usually read. I have even commented on some of them. but as far as posting I am at a loss for words. My usual banter has forsaken me this week. I don't really have a lot on my mind, its just empty or so full I have brain lock. Not sure which. My oldest sister is facing surgery this week and I am anxious about that. Everyone here is fine. So, I don't know what is causing this melodically feeling. Babycakes is still here. I am trying to get him use to people so he has a better chance of being adopted. It's not working out to well. I guess that bothers me some. But all in all no drama, no stress, no fears. Maybe that is what is wrong. LOL To good of a life.

"Sex In The City"

As Jeff Dunham's puppet Peanut would say, "What The Hell"! After many weeks of waiting, wondering, and speculation, the time to see the movie arrived. For those of you that have not seen it, I will refrain from giving away anything. I liked it. I didn't love it, like I thought I would. I just liked it. I would still recommend it to anyone that knows what has been going on these past years in the "CITY". I have to admit, I was not a fan of SITC. I had seen a few shows through the years. Not my cup of tea, per say. We went as a group, five of us. All the others are much younger than me and all family of some sort. We were the loudest group there. It was surprising the amount of "men" that were present. You'll like the movie. What amazed me is the reaction of my son-in-law, and his brother-in-law after we returned. We were all discussing the movie and John said he would have to go see it. "WTF?" My son (R) just busted out laughing and threatened to cancel his something (I cannot remember) but it was funny. After R went for a walk, T. (brother-in-law) Let the truth be known by running down the past years of SITC to us. He says it use to come on HBO after "REAL SEX" which he watched. Good save there T. All in all it was a great night. Go see the movie. You'll like the twist and turns it has in store for you.

Saturday Night, Scary Movies, and Four Girls

Picture this if you will. Four girls, various ages, huddled in front of a black and white tv, watching scary movies on Saturday night. The light are turned off. The only way to watch scary movies. The house is quite. No one else is awake. A big, huge bowl of pop corn sitting in the oldest girls lap to be shared by all. It's the movie about bats flying from behind and biting people and then they become a dreaded vampire. The heroine of the movie was walking alone, (stupid girl) down a dark street in the dead of night. They are all hunched over watching the screen with bated breath. They know she is going to get bitten. The camera's have already shown the bat flying around and around her waiting to strike. He dives for her. Out of thin air comes a blood curdling scream and a bowl of flying pop corn raining down. All of us scream and duck too. It seems my sister had gotten hit in the back of the head by our canary "Tweedy" at the exact moment the bat struck the girl on tv. Mom and Dad came running to see what was killing their daughters and it was the funniest sight I have ever seen. Pop corn lay everywhere, we were scared out of our wits, and Mom and Dad were very confused. Tweedy had a trick of getting out of his cage, flying up to the curtain rod and then dive bombing us kids when we passed. He picked the perfect moment to dive bomb Joyce. I still say he knew just exactly what he was doing, and had planned his flight with perfection. No one can tell me any different.

"Babycakes" pt. 2

Well she is still here. Living under our deck. R says to call animal control today. I don't want to. As skittish as she is, she is not a good candidate for adoption and she only has three days for someone to want her. R is a cat lover, but our dogs go outside in the fenced in yard to do their business and I have to fend them off the opening in the deck each time I let them out. She will not come to me so I can find her a home. My daughter wants her, but we cannot catch her. She already has two cats and I am not sure they will welcome this one. What shall I do?

"Babycakes"

Took the dogs out for their daily constitutional Monday afternoon, and everything was going as planned. I was standing on the lower deck watching the dogs sniff the ground looking for that perfect spot. Login was very interested in a spot near the deck and started acting very excited. Susi decided that it was interesting enough to join him. All of a sudden I hear a very loud hiss coming from under the deck. I shouted for Am to come out because I knew we had a cat under the deck. Bella who is the smallest of the three decided to try to go under the deck and I was holding her. Am finally got the two larger dogs inside after pulling Susi bodily from under deck. She could not go under all the way because of her size. Then the cat started meowing in ernest. After searching for a hoe to pry the trap door up Am and I saw a ginger colored cat sitting just inside the opening of the house. We decided to put food down to lure her out. She would only come as far as the opening and then dart back when we tried to reach for her. I know, I know, I know, NEVER FEED A stray animal. But in all fairness we were trying to get her out from under the house. Her reluctance to leave made us think she may have kittens under the house. We put down water and she layed down just inside the entrance and waited. I went out every now and then to see if she had jumped out. No luck. She sat there looking at me with very sleepy eyes. Like it had been a long time since she had had any rest. (Another reason I thought she may have kittens) I told her to go ahead and sleep I had her back, nothing would hurt her while she slept. She looked at me as if to say "Oh, thank you" and promptly fell asleep. I had already dubbed her "Babycakes" by this time. I know, I know, I know, NEVER NAME a stray. R finally got home from work and crawled under the house to see if he could find said kittens. No luck. We retired for the night thinking she would be gone by morning. NOPE. which rhymes with DOPE I know. ANYWAY! Later on that night I took the dogs out for last call and she was out and promptly jumped the fence out of the yard. I thought GOOD! she will go home now. NOT! She was there yesterday morning in all her glory, sitting in the hole of the trap door again. As a last resort last night after the dogs had made her jump the fence again, (They only want to play with her. They love cats and dogs of all kinds.) R put the metal door back up going under the house. Case closed. Now she will go away. Wrong! She is back this morning, under the deck, crying again. Guess we are going to have to call the dreaded "animal control" to catch her. She cannot live under our deck. The dogs go crazy every time I let them out. So with a sad heart I contemplate what to do next. I would love to keep her, even if it is outside, but our pets have to come first. Anybody want a loving, pretty, ginger cat? We do not have a "NO KILL" animal shelter here.

Pot Calling the Kettle Black

The title is a saying that my parents always use to say to us as we were growing up. I have been fussing at my kids for not bloging and I am guilty of doing the same. LOL I have been sick lately, but I am feeling better today. I made a trip to see my Older sister last week. It was really great to see her, and spend time with her and her family. I took Bella with me, and she was a wonderful pup all the way. I drove at night because I like being on the road without a lot of traffic. I don't worry about driving at night, it seem to calm me. The only thing that bothered me is that for some reason every time I was at a point that I needed to get on another road someone always flew up behind me and scared me. Even though I have made the trip a thousand times I always end up second guessing myself about the route. Heavy traffic does not make me jumpy if I know where I am going and I am in the lane I am suppose to be in. Its the changing lanes in the middle of crazed drivers that make my heart jump out of my chest. But We made it there and back with no major accidents, so all is well.

Terrible Two's

OK he's done it now. He has pissed of the cat, gotten yelled at by his Mom and his Dad, alienated his sister and his aunt. Smiled at his grandma (ME) and fussed at me because he wants to play and NO ONE will play with him. He has finally given up and is laying in the floor pouting as I write this. He was so happy to see his Grandma, aunt, and his cousins this morning. He has been bouncing off the walls ever since. Playing has been his main goal, and after a lunch of pizza that he was not allowed to eat (health issues) he has tried unsuccessfully to get someone in this house to play. I was his last hope and here I was on the computer. I will stop blogging now so I can play with the little darling. Who am I speaking of? Why, Login, my fur grand baby. He has some age on him and he is not allowed to eat "real" food. Grandma has spoiled him since his Dad has been in Iraq and now he is paying the price. "BAD GRANDMA"! We will play tug rope, with him pulling me bodily across the floor because he is stronger than me. But that is ok, I love him and I will survive.