I'm sorry your life turned out so hard, Eugene.

Greybaby had her babies today! Six of them.. and they are really cute. I bought her a new house today. It's a huge doghouse but really nice for a kitty to live in. More like a kitty mansion. Last year someone had babies under the house and the ants ate them. She had these in a box that was on the deck to be hauled off. Like we need more cats, but I'm such a cat lover. err, feline lover? Cat person.. That sounds better.

We also went to a tool sale today. I can't think of anything to say about it because it was just a tool sale.. Tools.. neat.

I bitch and whine if i even think of spending 10 bucks to get my hair cut but I'll go shell out 30 to get my dogs' hair whacked off. But I can say that I am very pleased and will be doing it again when she needs it. I had to bring Molly down to get groomed at 7:30 AM. Man these people mean business early. Casey didn't wake me up like I had asked but a little after 7am, my Mom came pecking on my door to see if I was up or not. Thank goodness for mothers. (Mom had come over to sit so I wouldn't have to wake Kara up.) I had about 10 minutes to wake up, get dressed and get all the way to town before her appointment time. And I did because I drive like a maniac. I didn't have much time to dawdle after dropping Molly off because I had to get back home and relieve Mom from her post. I was really glad she didn't have to be at work until 9am. Here's some nice before/after pics of the doggie. This makes me want to get my own hair cut!

And this here's Kara after drawing in her coloring book. I gave her a bath right after I took this picture and her bath water was pure yellow.

And incase you don't understand why I put I FUCKIN' LOVE COLOURING then please see this gif: >which I removed because it was blinky.<

That's exactly what I thought of when i saw her looking like that.

Since this whole 'kill your pet by feeding it tainted food' shit started going on, I started getting the really good canned food for my furry little cat babies. It smells like a dead rat that's been canned. Fucking horrible. Anyway, I opened the can yesterday and took a habitual sniff of it before dumping it on the plate and saw something odd in there. I picked at it with a fork and it was hard. It was a rock! A ROCK! I should start calling my cat Charlie Brown because all he ever got for Halloween was a rock. Anyway. There were little bones of some poor creature in there and it was just disgusting. Take a looksee at this rock. As you can tell, it took up a nice little chunk of Hellfire Peninsula. And as we all know, that's a large area. Full of boars and dirt.

*sigh* It's been almost a month since Molly came to live with us. She gets along really well with every thing living in this house except Flippy the cat. She doesn't bother Simba at all and FatCat (the blind cat) thinks she's just another cat so they get along well.

In this picture, you can see the taunting look on Flippy's face.

And here you can see Flippy's verbal warning that someone's about to get their ass kicked.

And here, I can't tell what's more amusing. It can either be:
1) The cat's claw narrowly missing the dog's nose.
2) The cat's butthole.
3) Kara, standing on the side, oblivious to the fact that the dog and cat are "playing".

Can't they just get along!

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This is one of the most horrifying pictures I've seen in a while.

This morning we had another trip to Walmart. They come so often. Kara refused to go unless she could wear 3 (three) pairs of panties. Barbie panties, Bumble Bee panties and the panties that matched her dress. That's fine. You can wear as many panties as you want. I can't remember when I've worn more than one pair but *shrug* maybe I'll try it out. This was actually a good trip. Kara wasn't screaming to get down and walk, she didn't say any cuss words and she didn't call anyone Harry Potter. But please, anyone that works at a store that sells balloons, do not let them float at the checkout register. Especially if they look like penguins. PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS. In some children this will cause them scream really loud: "PEEEEENNNNN------GGGGGUUUUNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZ!" It can be frightening to other children who didn't see it floating there! And another thing that's happened to me a few different times in various stores..
If I say I need a pack of Marlboro Menthol Ultra Lights, I do not need to hear you say "Oh darn I can't find them. I don't know anything about them because I don't smoke." I don't give two shits if you smoke or not. If you work in a store that sells cigarettes, then you should KNOW where they are. I am not paid to point you in the general direction of the green pack on the end.

If I say I need a pack of Marlboro Menthol Ultra Lights, I do not need to hear you say "Now, do you NEED them or just WANT them?" If I say I need them, then I fucking need them. It's that simple. Just keep your mouth shut and hand them over.

If I say I need a pack of Marlboro Menthol Ultra Lights, I do not need to hear you say "You're ID looks nothing like you." I already fucking know that! It's called hair-dye and FAT. Big fucking deal.

I think maybe another reason she was so good and quiet in Walmart was because when we were walking to the car, we saw one of Mom's dead baby kitties in the driveway. If I had to guess, the little guy was hitching a ride under the truck, jumped out scared and got run over by the tire. Quite tragic. Anyway, she wanted to touch it and I wouldn't let her because it was dead. So I got a trash bag and scooped the poor little guy up in it and moved him to the shade. She kept telling me to go back and get it. We left it there while we went to town. We ended up in the trash bag section in the store and she pointed at the bags and said "Dead baby kitty." and pouted. Poor kid. I thought she'd learn what death was when I let her touch that dead fish a few months back. I'd rather her learn about death early so she won't be so disappointed when she's 5 and wondering what the fuck happened to her puppy that died of parvo. Yes, I expect her to be saying "what the fuck" when she's 5.

30 minutes later...
I just got back inside. Mom came knocking on the door and telling me that the other baby kitty was hung in her truck and needed help getting it out. We walked all the way down the driveway to her truck and there was the little yellow kitty cowering in the front of her truck between the fan guard and the fender well. He was hung under a little metal bar. I tugged the kitty out while she held up the bar pinning him down. He was fine. Poor little guy rode all the way to Jonesboro, sat pinned in the blazing heat for over 4 hours, then rode all the way home. We have named him "Lucky" and he now has 8 lives left.

Hello, do you have a cat? Well, these Whiska Temptations might be what they've been looking for. I've gotten these things several times so I could spoil my already overweight cats with but for the last few months, I haven't seen them on the store shelf. Yesterday, they were back! I grabbed up a small bag and headed on back home. Before bed lastnight, I gave each kitty 3 squares. Well, Fatass got 4 squares because I got out too many. This cat, blind as he may be, has spent the last few days laying around and not moving. I've even had to go over to poke on him a few times to make sure he wasn't dead. But this morning, I wake up and nearly trip over Fatass and Cutie when I open the bedroom door. (Cutie's inside now because she got spayed a few days ago.) Fatass blindly leads me back to the kitchen where Flippy is sitting guard over a bag of treats on the bar. ok ok ok. I gave them a few treats each and went about my morning business. and now Flippy is STILL on the bar and Fatass is STILL pestering me for more treats. It's like crack for cats. The only cat that's acting normal is Simba. And I think that's because I couldn't find him when I was passing out treats. aww Fatass just tried to jump on a table.. Better luck next time, kitty.

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I was playing with the photoshop gallery maker thingy. Here are some bugs, atypical deer skull and something the cat puked up.

I was like wtf? It's only 11am and I'm being woke up because someone needs a box? I rarely get to sleep late and I was enjoying it while I was able. I slowly dragged out of bed and staggered outside. Right there on the deck was two little baby possums. Like smaller than my hand possums. First thing I asked was "Where's the mamma?" I then heard a sad story about Casey and Kara riding the 4-wheeler behind the pond and Isaac the dog finding something, slinging it around and finally killing it. It was the Mamma. No, it wasn't "playing" dead. It was dead as a door knob. Casey saw the babies trying to climb trees when they finally got to where Isaac was slinging the Mamma around at. He couldn't leave them, so he brought them home. We waited an hour and went back to the dead mamma to see if any more babies had come back. They didn't. We also went back to check one more time this evening and still didn't see any other babies around. In between checking for babies, I looked on the interwebz for anything about orphan possum babies. I found lots of stuff but even though it's on the internet, it's not always true... or is it? Anyway, I read for about an hour then finally decided to call the local animal clinic to ask what I should do. It was simple. Keep them warm, feed them kitten formula and eventually introduce canned kitty food. I knew they liked cat food because there's a couple of possums that come eat with the cats sometimes. Also they told me to take them outside and teach them how to climb trees. Can you see my fatass out there climbing a tree and hollering for tiny possums to follow? Nahhh.. I know what they meant and it doesn't involve me doing any climbing at all. When they start weighing about 3 pounds, they should be fine to bring back to the woods and be able to take care of themselves. They like the kitty formula and have a few drinks from a medicine dropper every 2-3 hours. They have both been named 'Baby Possum'.

The little possums are growing and doing well. They've been having formula about every 2 hours and they're starting to put on the ounces. This morning, they finally started eating canned cat food. They still hiss at me when I reach in to grab them. It doesn't bother me though, I'm pretty used to it. My own kid growls and hisses at me when I try to pick her up.

I was going to start talking about fishing and the big one I caught today but the more I thought about it, the more I don't want to. and there was something else I was going to talk about but that slips me.

Well it wasn't really cheap, but I think it will do the job.

Ok, not really. It's a new place for the possums to hang out. They've been sleeping in a 30 gallon fish tank but that's way too heavy for my aching back to be picking up on everyday. I haven't gotten it fixed up all the way yet but I'll be working on that when the sun goes away a little. I'm still scared of sunlight. They're growing so fast. I just started them on hard kitten food and ferret berry-things. They go nuts if you put chopped grapes or bananas in their food bowl. For some reason, they've started pooping in the water dish so I put a water bottle in there for their drink and an old bowl in there for the poo.

And yes, I've been messing with my layouts a bit too much these past few days. If you come back one day and can't see a damn thing on here, then it means I messed up Eugene's life again. I'll fix it when I get a chance. Maybe after the dishes. Why won't someone just come clean my house for me? It's ALL I ever do and I want a fucking break. I get no off day. The things I don't get done will get more recognition than the things that I actually accomplish in a day. Hey someone put the curtains back up that got jerked off the wall earlier. wow.