The Cat Thieves

The kittens are 8 weeks old.
There are 2 girls and 1 boy

They are solid black with no distinguishable markings.


Their mother went missing 3 weeks ago.
We were convinced the coyotes got her because...well...why would she leave her babies?
Yesterday we found out that our neighbours down the road have her locked in their shed.
They thought she was a stray.
Call me crazy, but if I saw a black cat in the country with full, recently used boobies, I would not lock her in my shed.
I would let her go back to wherever her babies are.

But that is just me.

She has not been returned to us.
Maybe I will take the kittens down to her.
Just an idea.

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You know what would be great?

*If my children actually put their dirty clothes in the baskets instead of throwing them beside the basket...or in their closet...or under their bed....

*If my children did not spit gobs of toothpaste in the sink.....and then leave it there.

*If they would flush the damn toilet.

*If they would take the dog outside before he pisses on the floor.

*If they would remember we have a dishwasher.....and actually put their dirty dishes in it.

*If they wouldn't fight every 32 seconds.

*If Princess wouldn't tattletale every 47 seconds.

*If they would use stuff for the reason it was made, instead of taking it apart and leaving pieces in every corner of the house.

*If they wouldn't lock each other in the dog crate.
With a real lock.
And then tip it over.
And then scream....and yell....
....and call eachother bad names.
And then lose the key.


Just sayin'

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A Night Owl

The Tree

It has been 6 months since my Daddy went to Heaven.
It has not gotten any easier.
In fact, I think it has gotten harder because it is sinking in that he is really gone.....and not coming back.

Totally shitty.
Like runny, poop soup shitty.

I am not sure why his entire family was taken so young, but I am sure there is some deep meaning to it.
One that I will never be OK with though, because I miss him.
My kids miss him.
Everyone that knew him misses him.

There is now a framed photo of my Daddy hanging on our wall, right at our entrance way.
It is located beside the framed photo of my father in law who passed away in 2006....of the same, exact awful disease.

Told ya.
Runny, poop soup shitty, right?

There is also a tree outside our home.

I call it "Daddy's tree"
"Dad's tree"
"Memorial tree"
"The nicest damn tree I have ever seen"

I just know that this tree is going to grow up to be the most beautiful tree in the history of trees.

And I just know that while my hubby was planting the 30 foot tall, 2000 pound beauty, my Daddy was looking down shaking his head at all the trouble he was going through...for him.

Because my Dad did not enjoy any sort of "fuss".

But what he never really understood was that he was totally worth all of the fuss.

Just wait until we add the memorial plaque.
He will be shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

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