Category Archives: Cats

Killer Kats

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Last week I posted about Lee thee Cat bringing home a cute giant rat.
Well, since then almost every day we have been finding dead animals around the house.
Yesterday, hints of dead smell was wafting around the house. I checked the yard, and found a dead rat. (Maybe I should say mouse this time) . So I shovelled it into the woods.  Still, we could smell the smell. Checked the yard again. Found a dead bird in the advanced stages of decay, flies and maggots. Shovelled it into the woods.
I couldn’t smell anything dead any more but The Wife said she still could. I couldn’t find any more dead things in the yard.
Soooo this morning the dawgs were taking me for our walk and there was a mouse head on the front porch. Just the head.
What the heck is going on? Suddenly we live in the killing zone. Aren’t we feeding the cats enough? They get fed twice a day, and they quit eating before their food is gone (except for our three little piggies, also mentioned eariler) .
I don’t really want to start a daily dead animal removal ritual. What’s a poor boy like me to do?

The weekend was good, but too short. We saw the movie “The Campaign”, which was good.
And that’s about it. Have Ye a good week!

Interesting Morning

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Woke up this morning, which is always good. And it’s Friday, which is also good. Went to walk the dogs and feed the cats.

How come it gets light a long time before the sun comes up, but when the sun goes down, it seems to get dark almost immediately?

So, I walked the dogs, uneventful, unless you count that they both laid down some really nice big stinkies. I didn’t take pictures.

Then I fed the cats. One missing. Lee. Where’s Lee? She never misses a meal. Oh well.

cat and rat

Dishing out the cat food, and I see Lee coming out of the woods with a rat. A big one. She has him in her mouth and he’s dragging on the ground. She lays the rat down and sits in the yard, contemplating what to do. “Do I leave my catch and go eat cat food, or stay with my prize?” She comes to eat. I go check out the rat. It’s huge, as big as my foot, nose to tail. Laying in the grass. Still breathing, undamaged looking.

I hear the puck puck puck of chicken beak hitting cat bowl. Puck puck puck rhymes with fuck fuck fuck and cluck cluck cluck. What the Effin’ Hell. If I don’t sit and guard these cats while they eat, the chickens come and steal their food. What kind of cat would let a chicken steal his or her food? All of them apparently.

So

I leave the rat and approach the cat bowls, to scare the (2) chickens away so the cats can eat. One chicken runs off as I get near. The other SteeeU-Pid clucker stays there and continues to puck puck puck at the cat food.

I swatted that chicken on the back same as smacking a bad dog on the ass. She took off in a cloud of feathers and a cacophony of squalking.

Dammit. THAT woke The Wife up. But it was fun. I’ve heard of choking chickens and spanking monkeys…. does this count?

Now back to the rat. Lee the cat, done eating, shows no interest in the rat anymore. What am I going to do? Squish it with a brick? Stab it with a stick? Just leave it there? Nurse it back to health? The answer to all those questions is no.

I got one of my work gloves, Mikey Jackson would have been proud. I go to the unconscious panting rat and pick it up by the tail. Oh yeah, playin’ possum for sure. The rat started squirming around and I was glad rats can’t do sit-ups with their tails.

I walk and walk. Through the vacant lot next door, past the new house construction site. Across the street. The rat quit squirming and seems quite interested in this trip. Beady eyes looking around, whiskers twitching. Cute giant rat. Across the next street and drop the rat by the side of the road. Now he’s playing possum again, c’mon dude.

And then I came back home.

And that was all before my first cuppa coffee.

Have a good puck puck pucking weekend!

A Good Slab, With A Somewhat Disappointing Finish

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The driveway/carport is finished, except I gotta take the forms off today and clean up.

It went well, and I did it all by myself, except the pouring and finishing and the shoveling and moving of gravel. It cost less than $1500.

The cats, chickens and I messed it up.

The pour started at 3:30 PM, and it was 5 PM by the time we finished. I went upstairs to get the dogs for their walk, and when I came down, I saw Little One Thee Cat run out on the wet cement, sink a good 3 or 4 inches, and run back off. I smoothed it OK.

Then there was thunder and all the cats seemed to disappear, so I went upstairs.

When The Wife got home,  I came down to show her the job and there were cat tracks and chicken tracks all over. We tried to smooth it with the board, and really messed things up. I called my finisher and asked him to come back over. He did and we smoothed it again, but this time it was very smooth and I was afraid it might be slippery when wet. He told me to brush it with a broom when it set a little more.

I went to the store and bought a street broom, and on my way out I saw Al run across, leaving deep tracks. When I got home there was more cat and chicken tracks across. The cement had set surprisingly fast and I was unable to brush the marks away. So, the finish is not what I had hoped.

Also, with the thunder came some rain, and the rain dripped off the side of the house in a concentrated area of the slab, so there’s pockmarks from that.

Overall, concrete man would probably call it atrocious, but it will work. It will be nice to have the cars under cover, out of the sun and rain. And, I used 3000 psi concrete and it is a very strong, heavy duty slab of concrete.

Below are several pictures of the whole process, start to finish.

Cat Wrangler

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“they look like cats, but they’re pigsimage

We have Seven Cats (and two dogs) which makes us “Cat Wranglers”. These cats are ferrel, and after two years, I can barely touch them. Oh, they love The Wife, she can pet them and scratch their bellies and they run to her when she comes outside. I get quiet indifference.

But the purpose of this post is to tell all a yall that I think some of our cats are really pigs, namely the males. We have 3 males and 4 females and they all get one scoop twice a day. The males woof theirs down, then try to steal the rest of the ladies dinners.

So lately, I’ve been trying to stop this from happening. When the males finish first I try to prevent them from stealing the girls’s food. I just put my hand out and catwrangle them and try to stop them from pushing the ladycat out of the way.

The boys seem to understand, they quit pushing bit sit a short distance away and STARE rudely at the girls untill they walk away to preen, obviously thinking “All men are pigs!”

But in defense of men everywhere, with the dogs its the girl who is the pig, who stares, and would push the male dog out of the way, if we weren’t already such accomplished “Dawg Wranglers”