That's Jack the cat who is so fat he fills up the entire chair seat.
Maurice still tries to whip his ass. She weighs about as much as Jack's ears. Maybe a paw.
It never comes out well for Maurice.
It's funny that my roosters get along better than my cats.
Maurice was born to be an only cat. I don't know why Jack sticks around. I guess because we feed him enough that he's grown to obviously over-large proportions. He'll eat and eat and eat and then throw up and then go eat some more. Maurice looks at him with huge and disgusted disdain from her perch on the kitchen island as he goes about his eating disorderly conduct. But that's how she looks at everything. One night after our guests left she came and slept with me the entire night. Every time I tried to move she'd make that warning growl in her throat. She just wasn't given enough love as a child. And I can't help it. I love her tremendously. I love Jack too but Maurice is my very own familiar.
After the shower yesterday I went to two drugstores and a (shudder) Walmart to try and find a new fan. Neither of the drugstores had any fans and the ones that Walmart had were too big. So I ordered one off of Amazon this morning.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
The first review of the fan I ordered was this:
I'm quite a large man, my temperature's hot
My blood boils and churns like a cast iron pot
The last fan I had, made hardly a breeze
As sweat pools collected and I smelled like wet cheese
It made lots of noise and drowned out all sound
While meanwhile a sweat pool dripped onto the ground
I could no longer take it, my face was on fire!
I felt like a bonfire that was fed with a tire
So I looked up this fan, It had good reviews
And it could ship quickly (really good news)
It came in the mail and I plugged it right in
And felt the cool breeze make its way to my skin
I was cool! I was comfy! My attitude shifted
I felt like a schoolbus or house could be lifted
So if you are warm, or got forbid hot
PLEASE BUY THIS FAN, it's the best one I've got."
How could I not buy it?
Walmart had rows and rows of empty shelves. I think it's mostly a matter of trucks not being able to make deliveries but it was weird. Mr. Moon went to return a small part he'd bought at Lowe's and he said the line would have taken three hours to get to the front of. People were returning plywood and generators and chain saws. I can understand that people would want to return them if they really couldn't afford them but honestly folks- you're just going to have to go through that whole pain in the ass of going back to the store and re-buying these things when the next storm comes. And it will.
That's what's going on right now. Hurricane season doesn't end until November 30.
But today is a gorgeous day and I'm going to try to finish cleaning up the front yard at least. And here's a gorgeous picture of a gorgeous boy greeting this gorgeous day from his front stoop.
That picture cracks me up. He's standing just like his daddy does.
And since Jessie posted a bunch of really cute pictures this morning on FB, I might as well share this one.
He approves of his brother's new blanket. Jessie said that when she showed it to him, he laid down on it and said, "Cuddle. Nice."
Don't you just want to scratch that little back so softly?
All right. I better get out there and pick up some sticks.
I know. I KNOW! I lead such a glamorous life. It's insane. Try not to be jealous.
Oh that poem! Oh that photo of August on the porch! I have all my windows open in order to seduce the rain to start. Love.ReplyDelete
Yep. That poem sold me! Those boots are about two inches long. They are the cutest boots in the world.ReplyDelete
It POURED here last night. Today is so clean and fresh.
That poem is the absolute best ever. I want to buy that fan for myself.ReplyDelete
Boys and their boots. My son put on his boots at 2 years old and didn't take them off again until he was about 13. He did take them off when he slept and that is when the boot fairy came and replaced them with bigger size.
Norbert ate this morning and threw it all back up again. I cleaned it up and almost threw up myself.
My nana used to give the worl's best back tickles. She told me stories that when I was a baby that is how she got me to sleep. I won't tell you how old I was when I stoped asking for them.
Have you had Jack checked for diabetes? Just askin'.ReplyDelete
Nah. My animals and I have an agreement- I will feed them and love on them but unless something is bizarrely and obviously wrong, I will not take them to the vet.Delete
love that August.ReplyDelete
Me too. He's a beautiful little character.Delete
Cats are disdainful creatures. CATS ARE DISDAINFUL CREATURES. Laugh. Repeat after me. . . .ReplyDelete
I forgot to say I love sweaty-fan-reviewer-guy's poem. Thanks for sharing that shit.ReplyDelete