Really?!?

Even with the blurry pic you can see the smug little grin on his face.

This is Cookie. This is Cookie pretending to be starving.
This cat doesn't care if he just ate; he'll rip a freshly purchased bag of food to show me who's boss.

And My Life Flashed Before My Eyes...

Meet Caterpillar...the bull with attitude.

It was my fault actually, I went to the bull riding event fully understanding I may be in harms way. I just didn't think this bull would try to jump the fence (on to me, company, and the car). I guess I don't blame him. I wouldn't like someone jumping on my back for 8 seconds either.

I saw my life flash before my eyes...but Caterpillar saw it different, a way to teach me a lesson. Never park near a bull with only a thin wire fence separating both of you.

Have You Seen This Cat?

Responds to the name: "Cat," "Shh," and "Minimum"

Last seen: In a juniper tree giving other cats the stink eye

Likes: Mice, female cats, head rubs, and demanding food upon returning home

Dislikes: baths*, being an indoor cat, and dogs

*looks rough due to a nomadic lifestyle and encountering other nomadic animals

**Update: Found**

What Do You Mean, "You People"?

Today we decided to start working out (again). I used to read, but find the different machines have different book holders, some not quite as functional as others so I decided not to anymore. Anyway, I was on the elliptical (shh, don't tell my Dr., he chewed me out because it "destroys" me knees) and I put in my earphones/buds. I totally forgot why I hated the insert kind. They're always so so small.

I've been living with the fact that my ear canals are abnormally tiny. I can't fit earphones in and they hurt because they fall out and I try reinserting them constantly. That day was no different. When I came home my ears were red and hurting a lot.

I wonder why stores have different ear bud sizes, but the smaller, the further it sits in the ear canal, waiting to burst your eardrums. That's a little too close for comfort and dangerous, in my opinion. My Ipod ear buds were way too big too. I finagled a cover to compensate, but promptly lost them.

I need to design ear buds for people like me.

Chubby Kat Door

Today we were at Lowe's looking for supplies and I found this little gem in aisle 5.

Hey, at least Lowe's is sensitive to big boned cats, not everyone can be Kat Moss (horrible pun sorry).

Potential ChubbyKat Door user wishes to remain anonymous

And When I Came To..

If there's one thing that drives me absolutely insane, it's blood (and peanut butter-but that's another topic **See September's post under "2008" <-----). I don't care if it's a drop, pint, gallon, sprinkle, dot, smear...Grrrrr-OOOOOOOOss! Don't get me wrong I can roll up my sleeves and muck around in spit, vomit, urine, etc, just not blood.

I had the pleasure of visiting the local friendly phlebotomist this morning, all I can say is that it was a horrible idea. I skipped breakfast this morning fully expecting to throw it all up during the phlebotomy.

When I entered the cold sterile room I began to feel queasy from the scent of antiseptic. The sadist, I mean technician, tied the noose around my arm and matter-of-factly said, "Don't tense up, your blood vessels shrink when you do." I seriously had no clue I was even doing this.

I can't even look at the process. The whole concept and process grosses me out. Especially when I hear the blood squirting into the tube (yes, I can hear this). Then it started. I felt my mouth producing more saliva and my stomach producing phantom chunks. She pierced the skin and said, "Shoot, it's coming out really slowly, oh well, I hope you're patient." I nodded while trying to slow my heart rate down and desalivate myself.

It seemed like hours. She turned to me and said, "My gosh, are you okay? Are you going to make it?" Trying to be tough I said, "Oh sure." I started getting anxious and got light headed when she chirped, "Almost done." I felt the chunks rise and thought of apologizes I could say when I threw up. Should I tell her? Is there enough time to get up? What if I faint and they have to drag my body across the unsanitary floor? What if they call my fiance? Does he even have his phone? Did I give him the address?

My eyes started involuntary crossing. I said, "Okay," and preceded to stand up before I passed out. She said those two words I'd waiting so long to hear, "All done."

When I got home, I called my fiance. He added his own two words of comfort: "Drama Queen."

"No, You Can't Because You're a Level II"

I love my fiance. As I write he's teaching my younger brother how to play a game online. I don't know the game they're playing, nor do I want to know (I'm easily amused by mindless banter), but I hear random things such as: "amulet," "building an alliance," and "co-battles." Ah, quality time well spent.

He's such a dork. That's why I love him.

Sycamore Canyon

Our recent road trip led us to a place called Sycamore Canyon. We hiked this area before, but this time we went with my youngest brother. We met a few friends on the way:

"En Garde"

Stolen food tastes better:

"No, let ME get out of the way"

The weather was so nice and water was freezing. We pretended to be brave enough to actually dive into the water when we got there, but we didn't. My brother was the only brave lil toaster out of our trio.

We hiked last May also, so I guess this is becoming a Cadman-Dentz tradition.