A pair of cardinals has taken up residence in the shrubbery that surrounds my screen porch, much to the delight and frustration of the Trouble Twins. Both the cats and the birds make great sport of taunting each other through the screen. I think the term “catcall” applies. “Hey furry face, whaddya looking at? You want a piece of this? Heh? Well you can’t! Nana nana boo boo!” Mayhem and Mischief respond with a chitter…
OMG! My Yahoo email account just vomited up a random batch of email, some of which were sent over a year ago — and which have never been read…
Instead of “ah, the sounds of spring” (birdies chiping, gentle breezes wafting through the trees, and squirrels chittering), it’s been “arggh, the sounds of spring” around here since 10 a.m. First the neighbor on the left mowed his lawn. Not surprising. As soon as he finished, the neighbor on the right, Mr. Power Tool, got started. He mowed. He edged. He trimmed. Four hours later, he’s still at it, and now he’s VACUUMING his freakin’…
– Spring seems to be springing, at last. Yeah! – Work is getting nutty. Too much to do, and we’re 1.5 bodies short. Yikes. – My knee is trying to crap out on me… I really DON’T need this. – The art Muse is being a tease. The bitch. – The cats are still cute. They’d be even cuter if they didn’t lick my nose at 5:30 a.m. or compete over who get to sleep…
When I saw Mayhem trot through the living room with his open collar dangly limply in his mouth like a dead snake for the second time in less than 30 minutes, I gave up. It took him less than 48 hours to figure it out. The furry brats are again running about nekkid and shackle free. The little escape artist’s technique? It’s a press-and-pull safety collar. Mayhem wiggles it with his paws until he gets…
