Happy Easter!!

The Kitty Cat Bandwagon

Recently CeeCi and PK have written cat stories. As I read PK's it occurred to me that I just HAVE to tell you all about PJ.

There's not going to be a single spanking reference in this post so you're free to leave if you like but gosh, I'd love it if you stayed.

Back in the early fall of 1993 two stray cats showed up on our porch. Adam has always loved cats and decided that they needed food.

You know what happens then. You feed a cat, you own a cat. It's that simple.

For the next two months they lived on our porch. I refused to allow them in the house.

It was a cold, windy, rainy, sleety, crappy November night. We had company. Liz pitched a fit because I would not allow these cats in the house. She asked "If I take one of them home with me, will you let them in?"

Sigh.

Deal.

For two weeks my kids ping ponged back and forth between two names. One day the cat was named Phantom due to the black and white mask looking face she had. The next day they would call her Jasmine because they just liked the name.

Finally one of them said, "I know!! Let's call her PJ!"

PJ it was.

She was given the best of both names.

For the first year PJ had an attitude of "Look, I really appreciate the food and shelter but I'm really not all that interested in being touched." She couldn't meow. She was one of the smallest full grown cats that I've ever seen.

We were quite broke back in those days. By the time we had extra money to have her fixed she had two litters of kittens. Keep in mind she came to us full grown. We have no idea how many previous litters she might have had or how old she was at the time.

She made a fantastic mommy cat to the first litter. The second litter? Now that's another story.

I don't remember all the details but the delivery went way wrong. She had them one right after another, way too fast. Cats need time to clean one up a bit before the next arrival otherwise you'll have the mess which we had. (some of this is graphic, you might want to stop reading)

Hers were all tangled up in their umbilical cords and afterbirth. As hard as we tried, we were not able to free them.

PJ did what her instinct demanded and freed them the best she could. For some of them that meant she chewed their legs off. It was gross and disgusting but most importantly it was very, very sad.

We managed to get hold of our vet. This was on a Sunday. He gave instructions to bring them in right away. Some died there. I couldn't watch when Adam drowned two of them. It had to be done. In the meantime 3 of the 8 survived and were perfectly fine.

There was something sad about PJ though. I honestly believe she always knew there should have been more.

Meanwhile, Adam's sister's cat also had kittens about the same time. Four of them. They were adorable but there was a problem there too. His sister's cat was hit and killed by a car when the kittens where just ten days old. She called her vet.

"You'll have to put them down, they can't survive."

She called another vet.

"Well you can try to feed them with an eye dropper but you'll have to do it every two hours." After three days of that and very, very little sleep, Adam's sister couldn't take it anymore.

She called the vet again.

She asked "My brother's cat has kittens also. Would it be possible for her to feed them?"

"No that doesn't work."

My sister in law was crying and frustrated.

Finally the vet said "you can try it but don't get your hopes up."

He gave her instructions to hide the mother cat. Then we were to take ALL the kittens from both cats and bathe them in order to make them all smell alike as best as possible. After that we were to put all the kittens in the place where the mother was keeping them and then bring in mama cat.

Amazing.

It was really amazing.

The new additions were starved and couldn't get to PJ quick enough. Meanwhile her own babies seemed to sense the urgency and let the others eat. And PJ? She looked at us like "I KNEW there were more babies in my bunch. Where the hell have you been hiding them?"

We all cried.

PJ went on and raised both litters together as one. I don't think she ever knew they weren't all hers.

And PJ? Oh, she's still with us. She's old and frail.

Ever since 2000 when our oldest comes home for the holidays she hugs PJ before she leaves because she just KNOWS this will be PJ's last year with us. It's hard telling how old she really is. We've had her for 14 years and she was full grown when she found us.

And the pup? He loves her. He loves her so much in fact that he likes to hump the heck out of her. She runs and hisses. And Adam yells things such as "Pup!!! She's OLD. Leave grandma alone." And although she isn't quite the center of the universe (that job belongs to Ceeci's cat) she is definitely the center of our world.

You are a 23% True Southerner

Doubt if you could make it in the south because you would be so stressed out all the time trying to figure out how to be more laid back.

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Someone Needs Spanked . . .

And it ain't me this time.

I KNOW it's a holiday. And I KNEW the store would be busy but COME ON!!!

On the way there, my cell rang. It was Adam. He was just calling to say hi I love you miss you want you need you etc. Once we got past that he asked what I was doing.

"I'm on my way to Walmart."

"Oh no. It's going to be busy. Don't hurt anyone."

"Don't worry. I'm medicated."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot."

We wrapped up the conversation as I pulled into the parking lot. It honestly didn't look all that busy so I thought it might not be too bad.

Geeze, Louise.

The first person I wanted to spank was blocking the pet aisle with her cart. All I wanted was some stinkin' rawhide bones for the pup. I patiently waited three feet from her while she looked at Dog toys. TWO TIMES she looked right at me and NEVER once offered to move her cart. She was taking her half out of the middle. I ended up having to go ALL THE WAY down the next aisle and up from the other end.

As I approached this woman LOOKED AT ME AGAIN and left.

Someone needs to teach her some manners! And at that moment I would have been happy to do the job myself. I hear Walmart sells a pretty mean bathbrush.

The bones are chicken flavored. The pup loves them.

My kids want a bunny cake for Easter. Never mind that they are all in their twenties. They always had a bunny cake when they were small and have jokingly requested one this year. That's as good as a dare if you ask me.

The bunny cake requires some shoe string licorice and jelly beans which meant *GASP* the candy aisle. At Easter? Good grief.

There were buggies headed in both directions and they were bumper to bumper. I felt as though I was on an eight lane highway at rush hour. And wouldn't you know it? The licorice was on the opposite side.

I don't know about you but crossing an eight lane busy highway for a bag of licorice isn't my idea of a good time. And of course I had to stand there and wait while another customer looked over the stuff on MY SIDE of the highway. And when she moved on? The next person quickly parked their buggy right in front of the licorice. I tried to dodge in and grab it quick. Honest I did but she almost hit me. Mean, mean lady.

FINALLY I just reached in around and under her cart and was able to JUST barely reach it. All that for a whole entire bag of licorice when I only need a few tiny pieces to make whiskers out of!! Again, I'm thinking some manners need taught. Maybe I should have stopped off in the paint department for one of those stirrers that Grace speaks so highly of.

And the straw that broke the camels very sore back was when I headed down an aisle for something WAY at the other end and about the time I was half way there someone turned up the aisle from another direction. And then someone ELSE turned up the aisle and guess what? These two women parked their carts SIDE BY SIDE while they looked at each other's side of the highway.

I'm thinking "didn't they take driver's ed? don't they know that head on collisions are NOT a good thing?" I waited patiently until finally one of them moved. Of course it was the one in MY LANE so she had to go around me. As she and her middle school aged daughter passed by I heard her say "Some people are just rude. They need to go in the right direction."

She was referring to me. She was on the WRONG frickin' side and callin' ME rude?

Did you know that grocery store aisles are one way streets? Me neither. I thought if you stayed on the right side of the road - especially when traffic's heavy - that fatalities and other mishaps would be avoided. Apparently I was the rude one. NOT. I was patient with these people. Being medicated helps enormously.

It's just lucky for them that I stayed out of the bath and paint sections of the store today. Seriously.

Party Pictures!!

Hey Everyone!!

I got the pictures uploaded finally. You know - the ones I took at the party at Grace's place a couple weeks ago.

Wow!!

That was some party, huh?

Anyhow, enjoy the pictures ....



At fist, I didn't think Grace and Bossman were EVER going to leave!!!











When we first got there, I was in the kitchen getting things ready for the party. PK was SUPPOSED to be helping me, but guess where she was?












After I took a POP break I had to go look for other help because it was obvious that Elis was NOT going to get off Grace's computer. That's okay though because from what I've heard, I wouldn't want her in the kitchen anyhow.





That Tiggr!! She'll do darn near anything on a dare!! Theresa didn't think that she would really bounce ten feet in the air if she dropped from way up there. You showed her, huh Tiggs?

Cassie, You really needed to slow down. Really. The party lasted all weekend. If Tom ever catches you driving like that you'll NEVER get to go with your friends again on their weekend trips.

And can anyone tell me why, please, that MTHC was in the sink every time
I went in the bathroom?????

Ceeci showed up to help me in the kitchen but got to horsing around. All she wanted to do was go watch some movies. That girl!! Sheesh!!! After I horsed around with her for a few minutes she settled in to help.
And Carye hates having her picture taken. I snapped this just as she was lunging at the camera.


I don't know about you, but I think that Paul and David did a mighty fine job of guarding the place and keeping an eye out for Grace and Bossman.

PK was kissing Reesa all over. It had been a while since we'd all seen Reesa. We were all glad to see her but PK really worries about everyone so she was especially relieved when Reesa showed up!









That was so much fun when Bonnie showed up!! She really knows how to get a party rockin'!!












Tiggr!! What's that you're eating? I thought you wanted cheesecake!!














That Theresa... she was such a party pooper. What is it with her and high places? She spent the whole weekend up there on that pole waiting for us to leave so she could clean the place. I told her that wanting to clean was fine but she was missing the party!!

GROUP PICTURE!! Aren't we all beautiful?



















Uh-oh. Paul's hungry and he doesn't look very happy! I think SOMEONE'S in trouble!
















I KNEW those girls wouldn't be able to stay awake for two whole movies. Ceeci! They missed the best part!!











Grace and Bossman did come home a bit sooner than we expected so we had to hide. They NEVER saw us. They walked right under us and didn't even know we were there.










That sure was a fun party. Just be sure to not let Grace see these pictures. That girl does NOT need proof!!!

Spring Break

I'm on spring break.

I am ON SPRING BREAK!!

I AM ON SPRING BREAK!!!

SPRING BREAK IS HERE!!!

No I'm not doing anything.

No beach trip. No cruise. Nothing and that's EXACTLY what I need!! A week of sleeping in. A week of playing with the pup. A week of thinking of ways to entice Adam into spanking me.

I have spent some time this morning googling "adult consensul spanking." It feels like there's just not much new out there.

I think I'll go surf some more.