A Pussy in the Brothel
As many of you know, Pye doesn’t travel well. You may recall the time she destroyed her brand new (cloth) carrier in a howling fit a few years ago.
But, wait! There's more...Tag Archives: Cats
Was the Petrified Cat Scared to Death? And a dollhouse on Main Street.
If a cat is petrified and dead, was it scared to death?
(Ahahahaa! I crack me up!)
Seriously, folks, there’s a petrified (dead, not scared) cat in Pensacola. No, I’m not talking about Pye, my bi-polar feline companion for whom I occasionally consider finding a new home… she is alive and well and scratching the crap out of my furniture.
I am talking about a dead cat on display, no less, in a museum. Yup, right here in the good ol’ USA can you find such treasures at the local museum as a petrified (dead, not scared) cat on display.
But, wait! There's more...Happy Friday 5 – Celebrate like nobody’s calling the cops.
Happy Friday 5 – Celebrate like nobody’s calling the cops. Quote I’m pondering:
“Can you imagine feeling at home in the world no matter where you are? If you eventually master this art, outer circumstances won’t distort your relationship with yourself. No matter how crazy or chaotic the people around you might be, you will remain rooted in your unshakable sense of purpose; you will respond to any given situation in ways that make you both calm and alert, amused and curious, compassionate for the suffering of others and determined to do what’s best for you. If you think these are goals worth seeking, you can make dramatic progress toward them in the coming weeks.”
But, wait! There's more...Picking fly turds out of pepper.
This post is a selection of random photos from around Texas. Some I’ve had for a long time, but there hardly seemed enough story about any one of them to form a whole post by themselves. Then I had the brilliant idea to lump all the mini posts into one… Hence, the title: Picking fly turds out of pepper.
But, wait! There's more...Got toe crack? Also known as toe cleavage.
The day I learned about Toe Crack, also known as Toe Cleavage.
While standing around with a group of friends and acquaintances, I notice the acquaintance in front of me is staring at me feet. He’s staring hard.
But, wait! There's more...The Life of Pye: And that’s why we can’t have nice things
Pye is why we can’t have nice things. *sigh* Is it Karma that sent me a Devil Cat? I love my furry monster-child, but Pye needs a hobby.
But, wait! There's more...Why We Have Pets
Why do people have pets?
Not that I don’t sometimes wonder why I have Pye as a pet, but my question is why do we have pets in general.
But, wait! There's more...Tales From The Life of Pye, The New Office, and The RV Park
Pye, Pye, Pye. *shaking my head*
Last night I gave her regular bowl of kibbles. As usual, she hopped up to the RV dash and started eating. I went back to doing my usual – something that included sitting on the couch. A minute later there is a huge commotion from the RV dash and Pye is scrambling to get away from the area, leaping over furniture.
But, wait! There's more...Tales From the RV Park and Pye Needs A Pill
Yes, folks it’s true, I have left Cow-Chicken-Oil Town and am now at a new one. Still in Texas, this town has oil, but no cows or chickens! The new RV park is larger, has a pool, a rec room, and more people! This means new fodder for Tales.
But, wait! There's more...The day Pye stowed away in the RV chassis for 150 miles.
In the latest episode of crazy shit Pye does, she stowed away in the chassis/undercarriage of my RV for almost 150 miles and 3.5 hours!
*blond lemming faints*
Friday morning, on my way to meet up with a group of other single RVers, I packed up the RV for the first time in a long time. I was excited to finally be taking the RV on the road. But, like so many things, this packing up made Bipolar Pye nervous. (Last time I moved from one side of the park to the other, she peed on the driver’s seat.)
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