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He caught her in a field? First, I'm assuming it is a little warmer there than it is here. Sex in a field in...December? Brrr. And...was he LOOKING for her in that field? Is this a UK thing? "Hmm, I think my wife is having an affair. I best go check the fields." Makes me wonder whether HE had spent some time in that field similarly occupied. Christmas is such a nice time of year. Brings out the greed and the guilt in all of us. The sad part is that I have always believed that commercials/ads tend to reflect who we REALY are (unlike our tv programming that more reflects who we THINK we are--or want to believe we are). I start noticing in early November the increase in the number of jewelry commercials. They seem to be the first in line with the psychological attack. I guess, being one of the more expensive gifts, they have to get to us before we have bought all the party platters and electric razors and sweaters and such. I think the commercial that annoys me the most is one that starts out showing what looks to be an old home movie of a little girl at Christmas. Starts to make you all warm and fuzzy and nostalgic for more innocent Christmas times--and then it turns out to be a commercial for some car. No, I do NOT remember the make of the car because I INTENTIONALLY have blocked it from my mind out of principle. Though I do admit I like the Planters Peanuts ad that shows the baby Mr. Peanut in an old "home movie" and then cuts to an adult Mr. Peanut sitting on a couch with Santa and someone else (I mean, who would really notice anyone but Mr. Peanut and Santa?) watching that home movie. So yeah, i guess THAT commercial worked. *hides the can of Planters Peanuts* Not that I would go out and BUY smoething just because of a commercial... Hope you have a great Christmas

You know, some people are just disasters waiting to happen. Sam, for instance. Sam has been making a Christmas ornament for his girlfriend. He

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Congratulations! I wish you both all the best and a long, happy life together.

How do men manage without purses? I just watched this commercial for a product called

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I guess 13 really is an unlucky number sometimes. Yesterday I had 13 kittens. Today I have 12. Pretty Kitty Kitty's third baby, the little black and white girl, died last night. She didn't have a great start, being born a full day and a half after her siblings. She didn't seem to be able to nurse--probably because she was weaker than the other two kittens and they would push her away--not because they were trying to, but just by moving around and being bigger and stronger. She was hungry. I could tell that by her cry. So i fed her kitten formula. I fed her everytime she cried. Most of the time she did take some formula--but not a lot. After she had her formula, I'd pu her back in the box with her mama. Her mama did wash her and care for her, so she was loved and kept warm. I guess I really knew she wouldn't make it. They don't ever seem to make it when they start out like that. But I tried. She was so adorable. I am a complete sucker for little white footies. She would have been a pretty girl. I named her Little Baby Girl--because she looked a lot like her grandmama, Baby Girl (who died this summer). Will bury her tomorrow. *laughs* Tomorrow will be "funeral day" in our yard. Sam's lizard, Spike, died and is awaiting burial. Yes, there will be a "ceremony." Though I have already told Sam he is NOT burying the lizard next to the kitten. That would just NOT be right.

Ok, all you cat people out there... Ever hear this one? My cat Pretty Kitty Kitty just had her babies--finally. She had 2--a yellow boy and a black kitten whose sex is yet to be determined. She had them in a box under my dining room table, right near where I usually sit when I am downstairs. She had them accompanied by Sweetie and Peep--two of Marina's babies who are now 6 months and a year and a half old. They were in the box with her the whole time. Ok, so far not so strange (except for the fact that generally mama cats don't really want company in the kitten box while giving birth--nor do other cats tend to want to be there for that whole process. Being a birth coach to a mama cat usually involves getting bit.) So I figured she'd want a bit more privacy (why I figured this is beyond me, considering the Peep and Sweetie thing), so I moved her box into the bathroom by the heater. Now, this is not as strange as it sounds since until I just moved it, there was a cabinet there that holds towels and usually a cat or two on those towels. PKK showed signs of wanting to have her kittens on the bottom shelf during her nesting period. It wasn't easy to move the cabinet because it is a small bathroom and if you don't do it just right, you cannot open the bathroom door enough to get the cabinet out of the bathroom. Another option is to move the cabinet so that you are then trapped in a little space surrounded by the cabinet, the sink, the toilet and the tub--and cannot move. Yep, did that. But anyway, I moved her box and her two kittens there. Shut the door most of the way and figured she'd enjoy the warm, dark privacy. Nope. A few minutes later out she comes carrying the black kitten in her mouth. She then sits at my feet, kitten dangling from her mouth, and looks up at me. So I take the kitten, put him/her back and put her back in with her kittens. I shut the door a little more, figuring maybe she had intruders and was not happy about that, and sat back down to drink my tea. A few minutes later out she comes again, this time carrying the yellow baby in her mouth. I move my chair back and ask her what the hell she is doing. She promptly jumps up on my lap, deposits her kitten and curls up around him and starts purring. Ok...she has decided to keep her kittens on my lap. Which is nice--she is nice and warm and so are they and it is a little cold right now. And I love her--she is my favorite cat and knows it (obviously) and her babies. But there are problems associated with this arrangement. First of all, I have to back away from the table so she can sit on my lap. That makes the screen a bit too far for me to comfortably see (yeah, SO nearsighted it is laughable). So if there are typos in this blog, that is why (can't reallysee them to correct them and am hoping for the best). Another problem is that eventually I will need to get up. Nature will call or I will need to get something to at or it will become time to pick Sam up from school. I suppose I could sleep here, but I am a restless sleeper and we would all likely end up on the floor at some point. I'm assuming eventually she will go and get the black kitten and add him to this arrangement. Though maybe she is planning on alternating since she is a very big girl and pretty much fills my lap--only room for one kitten unless she sits on them (which she seems to like to do anyway). I suspect I will be expected to sit here without moving and mind her kittens when she has to use the litter box or get food. I hope she isn't expecting me to help with the nursing. Pics will follow later. (Of the kittens, not of me nursing the kittens, you pervs!) Edit: Have pics now Pretty Kitty Kitty, Peep and the babies: SURPRISE! A full day and a half after her 2nd kitten, the 3rd shows up: Thought I'd sneak this in. Sam on Halloween:

There is so much drama going on

*shivers* I will NEVER ask for my muse--not even in my head. Great story! That "voice" dilemma is classic. For the record, the "second person" version of Joel's story had me tense as hell.

I stalked a friend here Actually, he told me about Dom Luka's stories and mentioned he had found a site where his stories were discussed and where there were also other good stories. I tracked him here through the link he gave me to one of Dom Luka's stories. Was decent detective work. *pats self on back*

I think I would have felt like I had fallen asleep and woken up into someone else

Kitty, you are wonderful. But then, what else can a person named "Kitty" be? Thank you for all you do, especially for the advice you give in the kindest way--by sharing your experiences. Your eyes are often much clearer than mine. Thank you for letting me look through them upon occasion.

If Sam says "you wouldn't understand" to me ONE MORE TIME, I'm going to make a stew out of him.

Wonderful. It's good to be a cat. Beautiful boys.

It's really wonderful how so many words can say nothing but still vaguely sound like they have meaning. What is strange--or maybe not so strange--is that I have read published articles and essays that are pretty much the same. I guess a LOT of people must be using this.

You Are a White Rose You represent youthfulness and purity. Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time What Color Rose Are You? http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/ Got this from Lugh's blog. I don't know... "Purity"? That seems a bit ironic. Perhaps this is a REALLY deep insight into...into my very soul? *melodramatic music plays* But the "falling in love with you is like falling in love for the first time" could have some validity. After all, who ever actually stays with their first love for any length of time?

I've made some changes to my website. *laughs* Yeah, "I" have. Rob (RHawes16) has actually done the work--I just drooled mindlessly at him and gestured to some Word documents and hoped he could do something with them. Thankfully, HE has a clue. I've added a lot of my poetry. I guess I have written a fair amount of it over the years. I didn't include ALL I have written. Trust me, some of it is best left to be read only by those who love me--and can lie beautifully to me about how wonderful my words always are. But really, most of it is there now. I grouped it by subject, which was hard to do. But I think I managed ok. This week's "emotional theme" for me is definitely The Pain of Love. What amazes me is how things I have written in the past seem to keep coming back to fit the drama of the day. "Always, Forever, Never" pretty much sums up how I am feeling right now. Anyway, I guess when I die I'd like to be remembered as a poet. *laughs hysterically* Snowball's chance in hell of that. But maybe "someone who sometimes wrote something remotely resembling poetry" would be ok.