March 26, 2011

• BLOGATHON (Caturday)

  So I'm raking in the money with this blogathon but I feel like Jerry Lewis on Labor Day and I need you to send me more money.  So if you haven't sent me money yet check out my other blogathon posts: Mischief, Wisconsin Town Names, Question for Christians, Terrible Tattoo Thursday, and Rebecca Black.

  This post will explore my enjoyment of cats.  Yes, I am a straight male who enjoys cats.  It's just something about the way they carry themselves.  My dad had a dog when I was younger but it was an outdoors dog so it never was in the house but always in the kennel.  I did enjoy riding it when I was a child.  It was a huge Irish Setter.  My grandfather raised Beagles and I liked those dogs but once again for the majority of the year they were always outdoors.  Then when I was entering 3rd grade I had no pet at my house.  My grandfather sold his last batch of purebred Beagles and he kept one for him and my grandmother.  I got to play with the dog when I was at their house but I couldn't take it home.  Also, I didn't have any siblings so I couldn't have them jump through flaming hoops for my enjoyment.  Well that summer I was running through the neighborhood raising hell and wearing out my bike tires by skidding down the street by my house.  I noticed a big cat running out from underneath my house.  I went to investigate and there was a group of kittens making cries.  The mother must have abandoned them.  We kept hearing the cries that night but when I went to investigate with my dad, the mother had returned and didn't want us there.  We checked on them every so often and the kittens got bigger.  A couple weeks passed and soon kittens were running in our front yard.  A few days later the mother and the kittens left but then one afternoon I took time out of my hell raising to look under the porch.  There was one kitten left.  I don't think he was the runt because he looked like he was on his own and was bigger than the other kittens.  I coaxed him to come out and he followed me into the house.  Then the rest is history.  I named him George because of the curious nature in which he followed me.  George was a great pet.  He was a part of my life for 18 years.  He went through quite a lot in that time.  He had a real bad urinary problem and ended up basically having what the vet described as a sex change operation.  Most animals don't live long after that but he lived another 11 years.  Then there was the time he was sprayed by a skunk because we had him outside on a leash.  It took so many baths in tomato juice to get the smell out.  He also got loose and climbed up a tree and jumped out and sprained his ankle.  After taking him to the vet to examine his leg, we brought him home and he curled up in front of the old family TV because he had to be the center of attention.  We all went to bed and I heard his collar jiggling.  He climbed up the stairs on his bad hind leg just so he could come sleep in my bed with me.  George was a mighty hunter.  Even though he was on a leash when we let him outside, he would catch birds and squirrels.  He usually caught one a week during the summer.  He eventually died peacefully but that last year he had a lot of health problems. 
  
  These are the last photos I took of George right after I bought my first digital camera.
  After George I didn't know if I wanted any more pets because he was so close and loyal.  That cat always slept in the same room with me when I was at home.  I didn't think I could replace him.  Well my friend the Croatian Sensation had a pair of cats that were littermates and his dog was not getting along with them.  I decided that maybe I could have some more pets so I adopted Kiki and Lua.
  
  Here they are standing on my gun cabinet.  I had to stack stuff on that to the ceiling now because one night Kiki, on the left, jumped up there and lifted a ceiling tile and tried to pull herself up but the tile came down and her and she was stuck.  I woke up to hear her crying and was freaked out when I saw a cat dangling from my ceiling.
  
  Here they are sleeping on my piano.
  
  And here they are sitting next to my old computer with George on the screen.
  
  These two cats are great pets.  Lua follows me around the house and never lets me out of her eyesight while I am home.  In fact, as I type she is laying in a chair next to me.  Oh yeah, I bought a new computer chair and was going to through the old one out but my cats loved sleeping in it and I left it next to the computer and now whenever I work on the computer I have one of my cats sitting next to me.
  
  Kiki is quite an interesting cat.  She was my lightbulb inspector and she also brings me straws.  When I first had them they got into some of my school supplies and Kiki found a bag of bendy straws so she brought me one.  I said thank you and then she ran and got another.  I laughed at her and then she ran upstairs and brought me another.  I give her a treat whenever she brings a straw.  There have been nights when she brings me straws while I sleep and she will drop them on me. 
  
  Kiki sometimes has the habit of sleeping with her mouth hanging open.
  
  Maybe it's because she gets into my bourbon.
  
  Kiki may have a drinking problem.
  
  She loves when I read her graphic novels...ok she doesn't but she basically forced me to put down the book and give her attention.
  
  Lua likes sleeping.
  
  Lua also likes to climb in the upper portion of my living room window.  She's probably up 8 feet off the floor.  I can't figure out how she can see out that glass because it has the crystal edges.
  
  Lua also diverts me from football and Bible reading.  I think her goatee makes her look evil.
  
  Lua is also pretty demanding about what I watch on TV.  It's always on Animal Planet or the CW because she loves that show Wildcats.
  
  Lua is very protective of me.
  
  She also likes hiding in my boxes.  I never did find that lamp.
  
  Lua is also fascinated with my jackalope.  She loves sitting on my desk and staring at it.  Sometimes I wonder if she thinks it's alive.
  
  I also had a stray that adopted me a couple summers ago.  Eventually my neighbors took him in as their pet.  We called him Groucho because he had the big black spots above his eyes and the black spot on his nose.  The first time my neighbor and I saw him, I commented that it sort of looked like Groucho Marx.
  
  
  They're good cats.  Here they are sitting next to me as I act like an ass on Xanga.  Sorry if I came off as a weirdo and if you think that...screw you.  Wait, no, just give me some blogathon money.

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