Petie is a

MOONLIGHTER!!!!

yup. Now, when you say moonlighter, I think of the back hills where someone has a moonshine stand.... however not the case here. let me explain, shall I?

My next door neighbor called me today and said "I just want you to know I will be going to my daughters for a few days and will not be able to feed the cat." HUH?? Um, "ok," says I, "not a problem, Petie gets enough here. " "oh," says Mrs. G. "I was worried about him, because it is going to be so cold, I didn't want him to starve." (seriously, are talking about the same 14 lb stocky, belly goes from side to side cat here??)

then she goes on to say "you know, I am really afraid of him." (who, Petie?? he is a bully to small ish critters and other cats but not to humans. well, except the vet, and you can read about that here) but if you're not a vet, I'd say odds are he will like you. "Why?" I ask, because no one I know is afraid of him. (although he is a bad ass.) "Well," she says, "when he comes in my house," "WAIT," I say, "he comes IN your house?" "Oh, all the time", she says, "most every afternoon, he howls at the back door and then runs through my house, up the stairs and onto my spare bed, where he will take a nap for 2-3 hours." I am dumbfounded at this point, total loss for words, and am trying to figure out that why, if she is afraid of him she lets him IN her house. "Ok, Mrs. G., why are you afraid of him?" (Now i HAVE to know, because I cannot figure out the whole scenario). "well," she says, "he will look at me and arch his back and jump a little bit." I start to laugh a little bit and I say to her, "when he arches his back, that means he wants a pet, that is his way of granting permission." "Oh, no..." says Mrs. G, "last time he did that, I put my hand out, and he tried to bite the leg of my pants, so I am really afraid of him. Some days it is a real battle to keep him out, he is persistent." Oh boy.... so last week when it was super cold out, Petie didn't come home and I worried about him... guess now I know where to look!! Wonder if I need to petition the courts for joint custody????

Random images from

lancaster... Some of them I just like. I cannot put my finger on it, but I just like them. Like this one. Train tracks. Simple. Been around for a long time. Hard working, never complaining and under appreciated train tracks.

and this guy. Have NO idea who he is, but now he's floating around on the internet. And lemme tell you, when he yelled "all aboard" the whole little town heard him. Whoda' thunk?

The water tower. I have been to this particular railroad I can't tell you how many times. Several to say the least. here it is, standing, just waiting. Anticipating the train that will be coming down the tracks for a refill.An old broken down flat bed. Sad and majestic all at the same time. Who knows what these wheels have seen. How many hobo's have ridden in these cars??
this little Amish boy, it was BLAZING hot outside. He was walking in the train yard on the macadam, with bare feet. Owwie. Seriously. I wanted to take this poor thing otu and buy him shoes!
The beauty queen.... She was less than thrilled to be going to a "smelly train yard". But, I found some flowers for her to sit by and all was good, until she found out we were not going back to the camp site immediately....
the boys... all teeth. the whole entire time. Ethan is holding a little green frog whose name is Roger,and he stays on his bed rails... He attaches himself to the oddest things sometimes. Pig was safely back at the camper...
The train. They just don't make things the way they used to, do they?

have you ever driven

down the road and something caught your eye? I mean REALLY caught your eye, like it was just begging to tell you the history it's seen? We were in Lancaster a few weeks back, and I saw this. I was not really paying attention to my surroundings, we've been to Lancaster scads of times. And out of the corner of my eye, I caught this. I knew I just needed to go back and take the picture. I asked the hubs to stop and turn around. He loves me, he really does, because at the first opportunity he saw, he turned the truck around to go back to what I'd seen.

This picture speaks to me. it speaks VOLUMES. What is it saying? Not exactly sure, but it sure is speaking.

so much to share..

but first, something that just makes me smile when I see it.

just a quick drive by...

it's hot, and humid, and I am not in the mood to be witty, or even charming... lol

BUT, I did want to pass on the information, that I ACED my final. Yup. ACED it. 25/25! floored, but one more class down three more to go and I will be really edumacated.

been a while.

and boy howdy do I have stories to tell. LOTS of stories. Pee your pants stories. Some will contain pictures, some, well, you'll just have to rely on my recount (mis spellings and all) to relive my amusement. Story 1.

remember that episode of Sinfield, where they played it backward? Well for this post to make the most amount of sense, start reading from the bottom up....

I promised a story for you, with no pictures... My camera was unfortunately down stairs in my scrap room... Daisy, was on the cat tower. (you know, the 6ft tower in my living room???) anyhow, I looked at her, and she went all "Halloween" on me. Back arched, hairs on end, ears flat back, plastered to her head. WTH says I. I mean, kids are not around (they were playing in their rooms) and the one dog was outside. So, being the deductive person that I am, I followed her line of sight... to the basement door. Now, for those of you in bloggy land, that don't know, I have a kitty door in my basement door, b/c that is where all the kitty "business" gets taken care of. That, and it keeps the dog outta the cat box cafe. (ew.) Anyhow, I looks at the door, and what I see, is our Border Collie's head poked through the hole. She has NO idea what the hell she was looking at. Funnier yet was watching her spit and hop around when I opened the door to let the dog up...

Later that same day, Daisy saw a balloon floating in the kitchen. For what ever reason, she thought it was a good idea to "bat" it around. One bat+ Big bang = halloween kitty.... Daisy does halloween REALLY well!

We have birds. 4 of them. here's the thing... we cover them every night, so they don't wake the house at the crack of dawn. (other wise, we'd have parakeet fricassee for dinner). Well, hubs took the cover off the birds, only to find this... She was NOT up there when I covered them up... Here's the funny part. Parakeets have to tilt their heads side ways to look at something above them... so what you cannot see are 4 little birds, heads contorted sideways to check out the "predator" on top. Daisy, we DO NOT eat family members. No Matter how tasty they might be...

shit rolls down hill. Just sayin'.

Oscar... dude, NOT smart. Do you know, it takes Petie 1.2 seconds to go from sound asleep to kick your ass mode? Yeah, Oscar found it out. I warned him. All that fuzz MUST be in his brains.

The two contestants of wrestle mania IV that takes place on my bed each and every night. For you gambling folks, lay odds on the black one. She would put Jimmy SuperFly Schnooka to shame...

Daisy... good thing she's tiny. I spend time in my sanctuary. (also known as my scrap room) A place, where Petie has not gone. Sure, he comes to the basement, but it is only to snooze on the futon... daisy... she's in one of my paper cubes. She jumps in, turns around and scooches backward, until you go by. Then, she jumps out only to touch you with her paw. Now, when I leave my scrap room, i hit the lights, because I can walk through my basement, and there is no such thing as boogie men, right?? Lemme just say, that I can scream like a 6 year old REEEEALLLLLLy well... 'nuff said.

sorry, this.never.gets.old. EVER. Have a box on the floor? Petie will find a way through it, cat nip or no. This was one of his more lucid moments. No cat nip involved. Love him.

trying to come up

with something witty to say. What do I have? nada. I could tell you about taking the new kittens to the vet for their first check up. That would NOT be very exciting, because there was no need for Kevlar, like with Petie. The doc would pick them up, examine them, and then they would curl back up on my lap. B-O-R-I-N-G. I could tell you about Petie licking all his fur off again. Not exciting. I could tell you about Oscar and Felix hunting a fly in my bay window. (THAT was funny) I could tell you about Felix digging through the cat food and getting it all over the window. He has a favorite flavor of kibble and will eat ONLY that one piece... Makes a mess every time. I could tell you how Oscar and Felix (well Felix really) has grown so much he dwarfs Petie is size, but Petie will still kick his ass. Every time. And Felix will NEVER learn....

And a closing thought for this morning as I ponder something earth shattering to tell you about, is this. Have you ever seen a cat go bonkers for sparkly pom-poms?? Not the plain ol boring ones. The sparkley ones you used for holiday crafting, the ones the size of a quarter.... I found 20 of then UNDER my stove compliments of Felix and Oscar thankyouverymuch. ~sigh.