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DOUBLE LIZARDS! WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!

Sorry, Double Rainbow Guy, I couldn’t help it.

A couple of weeks ago I saw both a male and female lizard on the same tree real close to each other. I moved in (nice and slow) to take a picture and then Roxy came running up right to the tree and the lizards scattered and I was kinda ticked at the dog. But today, here they were again. And THIS time I knew where the dog was, and made her sit still while I snapped some pictures.

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Let’s make a deal, you and I.

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How about this. How about if you and I are talking about something that has one of us sad or upset, we NEVER say to the other, “Put on your Big Girl panties and deal with it.”

Okay?

1. It’s not real advice. In fact, it’s insulting.

2. It’s not clever or funny.

Deal?

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Damn, Nature! You Scary. part V

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Roxy and I saw another water moccasin at the park this morning. It’s not a mystery why I haven’t seen any frogs in the creek lately.

Also this morning I saw some blackberry bushes that had some ripe blackberries on it. I ate three. Straight off the branch. Didn’t wash ’em or anything. I AM LIVING ON THE EDGE.

 

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Summertime Curse part fortyleven

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You’re not going to believe the shit that summer just pulled.

I’m leaving this morning to go to an appointment, and I have to stop to fill the Jeep with gas. The gas station is on the corner of the busiest intersection in RBC. And the red light there is one of those Takes Forever red lights. I’ve spent one quarter of my life at that light. Anyway, I’m pumping gas and see something weird out of the corner of my eye. There’s a white SUV at the light and a kitten falls out from the car. It must’ve been napping in the engine and then the car stopped and the kitten fell out. It’s huddled up and meowing and I’m all, “Fucking hell.” So I run over to the highway and have to wait for a car in the turn lane to hurry by and I’m waving to the lady in the white SUV and I motion to car behind her to not move in a CLEARLY universal way, with my hand out.

The lady in the SUV ignores me, because? I don’t know. Luckily the kitten gets it together and jets across the highway to the gas station. I’m relieved for 2 seconds and I’m trying to tell the lady to roll down her window so i can tell her about her kitten. I guess the light changed because she rolls forward and I swear to Christ another kitten tumbles out of her engine.

“No! Oh no!” and she drives off and the car behind her, which I’m still motioning to not move, fucking moves ahead and of course, runs over the kitten, mortally wounding the kitten, who makes the second saddest noise I’ve ever heard in my life, then the car after that honks at me as if to tell me I’m crazy and to get out of the road, runs over the kitten killing it.

The other kitten had run over and gotten in the wheel well of a truck, but luckily the guy saw it run up there and then these three old men got it out and were holding it and I just zombied the rest of the gas filling and drove off in a daze and crying. I thought maybe one of the old guys would take it, maybe they’ve got grandkids or something. I hope?

And I know that those kittens didn’t mean anything to me, they’re not mine, but damn, I can’t see something like that and not cry, right?

So I go to the appointment and get home about an hour and a half later. And while I’m typing this all out to put on the blog I hear a tiny meow. I look over at Mister Biscuits and say, “Was that you?” and the meow happens again and no, it wasn’t him. I can tell it’s coming from outside so I think maybe it’s Ruby (neighbor’s cat) so I go see if it’s Ruby so I can give her a treat. I don’t see Ruby but I keep hearing a tiny meow. So I search and search and finally I find a kitten under the Buick. It’s so tiny, it’s shaking.

I can’t say 100% that this is the kitten from the gas station, but that gas station is probably .03 miles (as the crow flies) from my house and it’s been 2 hours since the incident.

I’m pretty sure it’s not a pet of my neighbors’ because I’ve never seen it before and it is so small there’s no way a responsible pet owner would let this kitten live outside.

So I call Cindy and tell her about it, and I take the kitten to the Humane Society because I can’t keep it, I mean, I just don’t have the time for a kitten, and I JUST got this cat 4 days ago, right?

I hope good things happen to that kitten.

I had called Laura this morning after the horribleness to vent about my curse. She was a pal.

So after I dropped the kitten off at the Humane Sociey I called Her again. “Guess what happened next?”

“Oh no, what. I called Kris and told him about your morning and we’ve been praying for you.”

“Oh. Thank you. I think the prayers worked. Listen to this.” and I told her about what had just happened.

There are two more days left in June. Should I even get out of bed tomorrow?

 

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2 Quick Things

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1. Mister Biscuits is an uninvited bed hog/heat machine.

2. It’s difficult to yell at a cat when his name is Mister Biscuits. It sounds like you’re yelling at a children’s cartoon character.

“Dammit, Mister Biscuits! NO! Knock it off! …I’ve got to find a better name.”

“Mew?” he says as he makes biscuits on the blinds he just pulled off the window.

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What had happened was…

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So maybe you can tell by the post below, we got a new cat. It’s not what you think. We weren’t looking for a replacement for Lebowski, there’s not one. He was way too awesome.

But what had happened was this:

Weeks ago the local Humane Society had this concert fund raiser. My sister-in-law works there part-time and she was trying to get me to adopt a puppy/cat. I was all, “I already have a dog and a cat.” And every once in a while at the house she’d bring up this cat.

“He’s so sweet!”

“I have a sweet cat.”

“He has the best personality.”

“Lebowski is awesome.”

“True.”

and so it would go.

When Lebowski was killed it was devastating. Everyone I know was totally bummed for us. A few days later Cindy mentioned that the Humane Society still had that other cat. I told her I wasn’t really ready, and she totally understood. A couple of days later Mr. Fleegan and I were talking about something and he said that he thought we’d get another cat. I said I wasn’t so sure.

And also, while all this was going on, I swear, two days after ‘bowsker’s death, our yard was over-run with chipmunks.

The bastards are all over the place. And normally I’d not be all “die, cute animal, die!” but those things dig holes in my yard and right at the foundation of our house. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly broken my ankle while mowing the lawn. They are a cute little menace, but they’ve got to go.

Anyway, on Friday I was doing a tiny amount of yard work (i’m STILL battling a bladder infection.) and I was sad because I missed how my cat would always come up and “help” me (read: totally get in the way, but be really cute doing so.) and for a second I thought about that cat at the Humane Society. I wondered if he was still there because it seemed like he’d been there a long time and maybe by now someone had adopted him, or maybe they had put him down.
Not ONE MINUTE LATER I got a text message from Cindy. It was a picture of that cat.

What the? What are the odds?

So I texted that I was just thinking of that cat and she said I should come visit him. It was my day off so I thought what the hell, go see the cat.

But then, about 10 minutes later Cindy called.

“Hey, I don’t want to pressure you, and I swear I didn’t know about this when I texted you this morning…”

“What?”

“But they’re putting that cat down today.”

“Oh, for crying out loud. Are you setting me up?”

“No, no! I just wanted you to know, that if you’re interested in this cat, and he’s a sweetie, and I think he’d do well at your house cos he’s used to dogs and cats so he’d be cool with Roxy and Ruby, that you might want to let me know right now because well, they’ve already loaded up the juice.”

“Shit. Let me call Jimmy first and see if he can come see this cat with me.”

“Okay, call me back.”

So I call Jimmy and I explain the sitch to him and the first thing he said was, “Go get that cat.”

I was all, “Wait! I’ll go meet the cat, and if it scratches me or acts like a douche in any way, I’ll walk away.”

“Cindy wouldn’t recommend a douche cat.”

“I know.”

“Go get it.”

“We’ll see. I’ll call you back.”

So I get to the shelter and meet the cat and yes, it is the sweetest, softest, lovingest cat.

My friends at the shelter made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. So now we have a cat. He’s two years old. He’s super sweet. We haven’t named him yet, although I have been calling him Mister Biscuits because he’s always making biscuits… on the floor, on your lap, in the air, biscuit making. I kind of don’t want his name to be Mister Biscuits because I don’t want to have to tell people that that is his name.

“Is that your cat?”

“Yes.”

“What’s his name?”

“Mister Biscuits.”

It sounds ridiculous. Literally. Because I’m not just saying Mister Biscuits in a normal voice. I say it in a sissified southern way. Mee-esster Bee-esscuitss. sibilant S’s.

I hope we come up with something better. Not that it matters, we’ll never really call him by a name. We’ll probably call him “Here, kitty kitty” because that’s what all cats respond to. And also he’ll get called Pitters, which is short for Pitty Pat. And also he’ll get called Pits, which is short for Pitters.

I’m pretty sure we’ve been had because here’s Mister Biscuits high-fiving Cindy.

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Dear Summer,

How about leaving this one alone, m’kay?

Jaimie

 

 

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More?

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Today was supposed to be my last day for antibiotics, but the infection is still infecting. So now I’ve got a stronger antibiotic to take for yet another week. This one also says to stay out of the sun. I don’t know if I can miss another full week of my walks. I’m wondering if I can walk really early? I mean, the sun is out, but not blazing? I know I can’t do my two miles (totally bragging) but I could do something. a lap. But I will miss my lizards if I do because they come out around 8:30am and by then the sun is really out.

One thing that I’ve really excelled at while being sick and stuck around the house is my new video game, inFAMOUS. uh mah gah, I’m having so much fun playing that game. I know it’s an old game and that inFAMOUS 2 is out now, but this one was free. In this game you can play as a good guy or a bad guy. I’m playing as a good guy (of course!) right now, and when I beat it I’ll go back and be bad and see how the game changes. This two-in-one game appeals to my Jew senses.

I get to climb around on rooftops and shoot electricity at bad guys. The only bad thing is the backstory is weak and made no sense. And they’ve put too many twists and turns into the plot. Just shut up, game, and lemme shoot some bad guys.

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I’ve been sick and the medicine I’m taking says not to get in direct sunlight. This means that I’ve not been taking my morning walks which also means no pictures. I’ve really missed all of my nature stuff. And Roxy has been really mad about it too. Every morning she follows me around hoping I’ll grab the leash. And after a while, when she figures out we’re not going, again, she’ll huff at me and walk away to a different room as if to say, “If you decide to get off of your fat ass I’ll be in here.”

Yesterday I went out in the back yard and stood under a tree for a few minutes. I saw a female Blue Dasher dragonfly. She landed on the fence and had no problem with me getting all up in her face. She was tiny. Then I saw a kind of dragonfly in the creek that I had not seen there before, a male Widow Skimmer. I’d seen them at the park but not at my house. So I went inside and got my camera and snapped a couple pictures of it.

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Aren’t it’s wings neat?

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Summertime Blues cont.

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When it rains it pours and now I have a UTI. I’m pretty sure the antibiotics are trying to kill me. Also, I really hate cranberry juice. But I am drinking the hell out of it. Between the Cipro and the cranberry juice my mouth constantly tastes like I’ve just thrown up.

On the plus side, I finally got my jeep back. And I’m reading two amazing new books that I can’t wait to review, one by Erik Larson and the other Bradford Morrow.

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