Petie. With out him I would not be nearly as entertained as I usually am. He is doing just fine, and up to his usual antics. Yesterday, we got some snow. not a ton of snow,but snow none the less. Well while out with the kids, the hubs observes petie. He would crook his tail straight around, and speed in the snow just as fast as he could go (and he has put on a *few* holiday pounds)and slide and rip around and tear back the other way. He came in SOPPING wet. Sopping. I thought cats didn't like to get wet??
So, later on, he got Oscar inside a paper bag, and kept jumping on it. REPEATEDLY. Then, while Oscar would try and attack Petie's tail, while he ate, petie would take so much, then we would hear "Thump", which would be Oscars head being thumped into the wall.... I swear I have not laughed this hard in a long time.
Go check out Aud's blog... She has quite a few adventures herself. So, get a mug of your favorite stuff, curl up and enjoy!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
oh, the indignity of it all....
Ok, I have been telling myself, I will get these Petie tales out to his public, but then life is getting in the way. It is life getting in the way of me having to play referee to Petie and the kittens. One of which is sitting under me as we speak meeping at me and purring his little heart out. I have missed the sound they make. Sounds like a bunch of nails in an old tin can. LOVE it.
Petie, well, he is still rather pissy. I mean, he has been taking it out on the critters he has been catching. He does not only kill them, this time, he consumes 1/2 of them, and leaves the other half on the side walk for us to find. Ethan found half the other day. Squish.... Blech. Thanks, Petie.
Then there is Pete defending his bed. He would sleep on our bed every now and again, but he was not a regular there. That has not changed much. The kitten however, LOOOVE our bed. One night, not that long ago, I scooped up petie and decided that I would take him into bed with me. I did not see Oscar and Felix trailing along behind me. Petie did. He would grousing the whole way. I put him on the bed, and started to pet him. I turned my back for a second, and i heard this horrible hissing. I turned around and saw that Oscar had jumped on the bed, and Petie was having no parts of it. He smacked Oscar so hard, he fell off the bed. You would think that Oscar would leave well enough alone, right? Wrong. He would stand on his hind feet and just pop up and "look" at Petie, which would send Petie into a fit of hissing and spitting and smacking. Petie started to loose his grip and he was sliding off the bed. He dug into the blankets with his back claws, and continued to smack, hiss and spit. Oscar must have been highly amused, because he kept it up. Talk about Puppy dumb. Well, Oscar decided he had had enough, right at the same time Petie slid off the bed. Oscar ran up the hall way, and Petie was right behind him. RUNNING three legged, hissing, spitting and smacking the whole way. I have never seen a cat run three legged that fast before. He delivered a thumping to Oscar the whole way.
Things had simmered down some, until.... Petie had gone outside. It was cold, so he decided to come in. While he was out, the hubs moved Petie's crack den upstairs. This was done for two reasons... One. so the kittens would stop scratching on my sofas. Two, so they would play with it. And play they do.
Yet I digress. So, petie comes inside, and is rather pleased to see his crack den upstairs. He runs over to it, and scales the side with ease, only to come to a screeching halt when he gets to the top. There on the top curled into a tight ball, is Oscar. Snoozing away, blissfully unawares. Petie Hisses, which in turn wakes up the sleeping babe. he hauls his fat arse up to the top level and Oscar hopped down to the tube below. (good move on Oscar's part) I put some catnip on top, to soothe my savage beast, and he took to squirreling round on the nip. Well, while squirreling around, his tail fell. Oscar took that opportunity, to smack said tail, which in turn made Petie do a 180 to see what the hubbub was. He leans his face over to see what was smacking his tail. Not only did he see Oscar, but he got smacked, RIGHT IN THE NOSE by Oscar's paw. Hubs and I thought for sure, there would be blood shed, or at the very least we would find Oscar on the side walk in the morning, with his entrails being extrails.... He tried to smack him back, but to no avail. Oscar is to little, and he is fast.
so far Petie 0 Oscar 1
and, Oscar, each time I open the door to let in or out a dog, he races for the outside.
sorry little man, you need to form an alliance with petie first.....
Petie, well, he is still rather pissy. I mean, he has been taking it out on the critters he has been catching. He does not only kill them, this time, he consumes 1/2 of them, and leaves the other half on the side walk for us to find. Ethan found half the other day. Squish.... Blech. Thanks, Petie.
Then there is Pete defending his bed. He would sleep on our bed every now and again, but he was not a regular there. That has not changed much. The kitten however, LOOOVE our bed. One night, not that long ago, I scooped up petie and decided that I would take him into bed with me. I did not see Oscar and Felix trailing along behind me. Petie did. He would grousing the whole way. I put him on the bed, and started to pet him. I turned my back for a second, and i heard this horrible hissing. I turned around and saw that Oscar had jumped on the bed, and Petie was having no parts of it. He smacked Oscar so hard, he fell off the bed. You would think that Oscar would leave well enough alone, right? Wrong. He would stand on his hind feet and just pop up and "look" at Petie, which would send Petie into a fit of hissing and spitting and smacking. Petie started to loose his grip and he was sliding off the bed. He dug into the blankets with his back claws, and continued to smack, hiss and spit. Oscar must have been highly amused, because he kept it up. Talk about Puppy dumb. Well, Oscar decided he had had enough, right at the same time Petie slid off the bed. Oscar ran up the hall way, and Petie was right behind him. RUNNING three legged, hissing, spitting and smacking the whole way. I have never seen a cat run three legged that fast before. He delivered a thumping to Oscar the whole way.
Things had simmered down some, until.... Petie had gone outside. It was cold, so he decided to come in. While he was out, the hubs moved Petie's crack den upstairs. This was done for two reasons... One. so the kittens would stop scratching on my sofas. Two, so they would play with it. And play they do.
Yet I digress. So, petie comes inside, and is rather pleased to see his crack den upstairs. He runs over to it, and scales the side with ease, only to come to a screeching halt when he gets to the top. There on the top curled into a tight ball, is Oscar. Snoozing away, blissfully unawares. Petie Hisses, which in turn wakes up the sleeping babe. he hauls his fat arse up to the top level and Oscar hopped down to the tube below. (good move on Oscar's part) I put some catnip on top, to soothe my savage beast, and he took to squirreling round on the nip. Well, while squirreling around, his tail fell. Oscar took that opportunity, to smack said tail, which in turn made Petie do a 180 to see what the hubbub was. He leans his face over to see what was smacking his tail. Not only did he see Oscar, but he got smacked, RIGHT IN THE NOSE by Oscar's paw. Hubs and I thought for sure, there would be blood shed, or at the very least we would find Oscar on the side walk in the morning, with his entrails being extrails.... He tried to smack him back, but to no avail. Oscar is to little, and he is fast.
so far Petie 0 Oscar 1
and, Oscar, each time I open the door to let in or out a dog, he races for the outside.
sorry little man, you need to form an alliance with petie first.....
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
finally
a post. It has been a while. For those of you wondering,. Petie is alive and well, in fact I am composing some new stories about him right now. However, he needs to take a back seat to Halloween. Dana make his costume again, and won best costume at the party. I was the chick who helped marilyn manson. I think I made a rather good dead chick...and I took the pic myself.
Friday, October 9, 2009
you know how they say
never wake a sleeping baby? Well, who ever "they" are, might have been on to something there. Oscar is fuzzy and soft and he is sooo stinkin' cute. I mean LOOK at him! Does that not scream come cuddle with me?? Yeah. Right. Sure it does. The you awaken the beast. (I mean soft, fuzzy kitten)
and the terror begins.
In his short time with us he has already:
Scaled the drapes.
Climbed up the back of dh's legs while he was shaving.
Smacked Dolly on the nose for on apparent reason. Oh wait, she's a DOG, so apparently, that is reason enough)and his brother? Lemme just say this, there is never a dull moment here.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Petie is less than
thrilled by the latest acquisition of the "ping ping balls". Yesterday, the kittens were out and exploring the living room and all. Felix (the skinny one) jumped into the window and started checking that out. Petie came in the front door as per norm, and when he rounded the corner to jump up and see his dinner, he came to a skidding halt. I mean, he was poised mid jump and just s-t-o-p-p-e-d. I look over to see what the hub-bub was, and I see Felix standing in fight mode, all 8 feet of him (he puffs up REEEEEALLLLLLY big) and he is hissing at Petie.
To Petie's credit, I will say, he did nothing. Not one thing. He did not hiss is return, he did not try and take over his spot, he just stood there. he looked over at me with this look on his face like "WTF is THAT??" I don't think Felix realizes what he is up against. Peties 12 lbs to his 1. hmmmm.... Doesn't seem like a fair fight, does it? Now, all someone needs to do is tell that to Felix.
To Petie's credit, I will say, he did nothing. Not one thing. He did not hiss is return, he did not try and take over his spot, he just stood there. he looked over at me with this look on his face like "WTF is THAT??" I don't think Felix realizes what he is up against. Peties 12 lbs to his 1. hmmmm.... Doesn't seem like a fair fight, does it? Now, all someone needs to do is tell that to Felix.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
a funny Petie story.... or two
I have to share these two stories with you all, because they, I mean HE had me laughing this morning.
I was loading the kids up in the car this morning, to go to school. nothing spectacular, happens every morning much the same way. We trip out of the house, Petie looks at us, as we walk by. (truth be told, he usually hides in the mulch and attacks someone as they walk by.)Yet I digress.
So, the little girl I watch gets in the front, and she goes "Mrs. Wilson (that still sounds weird to me, even though it has been 15 years) there is a praying mantis on your truck, how do we get it off??" -just then, conveniently, Petie strolled by. While the other kids were getting in their seats, I pick up the tub-o-lard, I mean cat and show him said bug. Well, the mantis was not diggin Petie touching it, and it flew off the car. Satisfied, that I have gotten rid of the critter, and no one got eaten in the process, I set the fat, I mean cat down. Just then I see him take off and jump and twist in the air. I look to see what it is that got his attention, and it was the MANTIS. Stupid bug flew back toward my truck, and then into my neighbors lawn. (where Petie completed that swell move) and I see it land on her house. her house is BRICK. RED BRICK. I turn, an kinda chuckle that his hunting attempts have been thwarted. NOPE. The bugger climbed UP the side of her house! I mean, like 4 1/2 feet up. he scaled the outside of her house!!! A tree, sure, he has done that LOTS of times, but her HOUSE. And, the bug WAS STILL THERE! Holy crud. Sreiously. Now, I have to watch to see what happens, because in my opinion, there is no way he will be able to hang onto the house and get the bug all at the same time, right? WRONG. In one move, he had the bug in his mouth, and he was scaling down the side of the house. Not jump, like I thought he would but climb back down. (he MUST have been a goat in a former life, among other things). Now, he has the bug on her sidewalk. I feel seriously bad for causing this innocent, eat her mate after having sex with it bug, peril. (a *bit dramatic I know, but the kids were in the car...) so I go to pick up the fat S.O.B., and put him in the house. He is standing guard, because he is going to attack it the MOMENT it moves. Have you ever seen a praying mantis in attack position?? Freaky ass lookin bug. So, I did my good deed, and rescued the 11 lb chicken, I mean cat. Christina informed me that is was bad luck to kill a mantis. Exactly WHO would have had the bad luck? Me? I didn't kill it, I just showed it to my killing machine.... I guess, guilt by association??
OK, ready for story #2??
I was sitting on my deck with Lisa, making a list of all the things I will need to pack in order to take 5 people on vacation. (and damn it all, I don't seem to have the wriggle my nose and it's all done power). Anyhow, I am sitting there, and I hear this noise under me. Crud. petie has something in his clutches under the deck. I walk off the deck and look under it, and sure enough, there he is, standing on some poor critter. I look for something to kikda bang on the lattice with (as if that will really do anything) and I see that my darling husband (gawd bless his pea pickin heart) has left the hose on. (conveniently enough). I pick it up, and I aim it is Petie. (mean I know) he jumped backward, and puffed up. I mean he SERIOUSLY puffed up. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard. He was looking all around, b/c he could not see me, but somehow he just got dosed with water. he shook it off, and started back to the critter that had suddenly became quiet. I see him and again, hit him with another dose of water. he hissed, and looked around, he still could not see me. Now, let me tell you, the hose was not on the "knock you off your feet with force setting, it was more like torrential downpour mode. Not enough to hurt him in anyway, just piss him off pretty good. He goes back for a third attempt, and he was closer than he had been, so I sprayed him again. This time, however, he saw me. When he turned and looked at me, his ears went F.L.A.T. So flat, it didn't look like he has ears. He turned and scurried away from under the deck. (probably to run into the house and put a hot steamy turd on my pillow in vengeance). the critter under the deck, well, since it is dark and covered in spiders under there, I figgered it was OK. I saved it from Petie, while risking his wrath myself. Who know what became of it. Some one once told me "kid, some days it's diamonds, and some days it's rocks." I think I had a diamond day. Petie... not so much.
I was loading the kids up in the car this morning, to go to school. nothing spectacular, happens every morning much the same way. We trip out of the house, Petie looks at us, as we walk by. (truth be told, he usually hides in the mulch and attacks someone as they walk by.)Yet I digress.
So, the little girl I watch gets in the front, and she goes "Mrs. Wilson (that still sounds weird to me, even though it has been 15 years) there is a praying mantis on your truck, how do we get it off??" -just then, conveniently, Petie strolled by. While the other kids were getting in their seats, I pick up the tub-o-lard, I mean cat and show him said bug. Well, the mantis was not diggin Petie touching it, and it flew off the car. Satisfied, that I have gotten rid of the critter, and no one got eaten in the process, I set the fat, I mean cat down. Just then I see him take off and jump and twist in the air. I look to see what it is that got his attention, and it was the MANTIS. Stupid bug flew back toward my truck, and then into my neighbors lawn. (where Petie completed that swell move) and I see it land on her house. her house is BRICK. RED BRICK. I turn, an kinda chuckle that his hunting attempts have been thwarted. NOPE. The bugger climbed UP the side of her house! I mean, like 4 1/2 feet up. he scaled the outside of her house!!! A tree, sure, he has done that LOTS of times, but her HOUSE. And, the bug WAS STILL THERE! Holy crud. Sreiously. Now, I have to watch to see what happens, because in my opinion, there is no way he will be able to hang onto the house and get the bug all at the same time, right? WRONG. In one move, he had the bug in his mouth, and he was scaling down the side of the house. Not jump, like I thought he would but climb back down. (he MUST have been a goat in a former life, among other things). Now, he has the bug on her sidewalk. I feel seriously bad for causing this innocent, eat her mate after having sex with it bug, peril. (a *bit dramatic I know, but the kids were in the car...) so I go to pick up the fat S.O.B., and put him in the house. He is standing guard, because he is going to attack it the MOMENT it moves. Have you ever seen a praying mantis in attack position?? Freaky ass lookin bug. So, I did my good deed, and rescued the 11 lb chicken, I mean cat. Christina informed me that is was bad luck to kill a mantis. Exactly WHO would have had the bad luck? Me? I didn't kill it, I just showed it to my killing machine.... I guess, guilt by association??
OK, ready for story #2??
I was sitting on my deck with Lisa, making a list of all the things I will need to pack in order to take 5 people on vacation. (and damn it all, I don't seem to have the wriggle my nose and it's all done power). Anyhow, I am sitting there, and I hear this noise under me. Crud. petie has something in his clutches under the deck. I walk off the deck and look under it, and sure enough, there he is, standing on some poor critter. I look for something to kikda bang on the lattice with (as if that will really do anything) and I see that my darling husband (gawd bless his pea pickin heart) has left the hose on. (conveniently enough). I pick it up, and I aim it is Petie. (mean I know) he jumped backward, and puffed up. I mean he SERIOUSLY puffed up. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard. He was looking all around, b/c he could not see me, but somehow he just got dosed with water. he shook it off, and started back to the critter that had suddenly became quiet. I see him and again, hit him with another dose of water. he hissed, and looked around, he still could not see me. Now, let me tell you, the hose was not on the "knock you off your feet with force setting, it was more like torrential downpour mode. Not enough to hurt him in anyway, just piss him off pretty good. He goes back for a third attempt, and he was closer than he had been, so I sprayed him again. This time, however, he saw me. When he turned and looked at me, his ears went F.L.A.T. So flat, it didn't look like he has ears. He turned and scurried away from under the deck. (probably to run into the house and put a hot steamy turd on my pillow in vengeance). the critter under the deck, well, since it is dark and covered in spiders under there, I figgered it was OK. I saved it from Petie, while risking his wrath myself. Who know what became of it. Some one once told me "kid, some days it's diamonds, and some days it's rocks." I think I had a diamond day. Petie... not so much.
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