Mixed Marriage?

     No, this isn’t what you think. I’m all for mixed marriages…just not this kind.

     At my house, I have two cats.

     This here is Newton…You can’t tell by this picture, but he’s a runner. He runs everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, following you to the bathroom and rubbing up against you when you’ve got your hands in the dishwater.

     This here is Dodgey…as you can tell, he’s not a runner. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word “exercise”…he know’s sleeping, sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating, eating, and occasionally going to the kitty box. That’s the extent of his exercise that he gets on a daily basis.

     The reason I’m telling you all this…? No, these two aren’t married…

     No, the reason I’m talking about my cats is because we’ve got a mouse in the house and these two morons will hunt it down, chase it, play with it, torment it….then let it get away!

     At our house, we have a vestibule. The door leading into the vestibule has a pane of glass missing from it. So, Newton catches himself a mouse and takes it to the vestibule. The vestibule is about 5’x4′, so big enough for lots of action but small enough to contain the mouse.

     Well, between the two cats, they tormented this mouse for about 12 hours. I’d look in through the window where the cats were supposed to be devouring this mouse, only to find all three sleeping. Maybe not together but they’d tuckered themselves and this poor little mouse out so much, that all three were sleeping in the vestibule.

     When hubby came home after work, he opened the door and let the stupid mouse outside. Poor little thing was like Speedy Gonzales getting away from here. If he ever came back though, he got the old fashioned welcome into our home….and then he’d be no more.

     So, why am I telling you all this? Well, we have another mouse. Yup, I’ve seen the cute little guy and so have my cats….twice. And twice, they’ve played with him and let him get away.

     But, apparently my cats aren’t alone in this little bit of irony.

What are you staring at? Do I have something in my hair?

I just wanted to tell you that you have pretty eyes.

I’m not sure what that rodent is, but I guess everyone needs a hug once in a while.

It’s ok to be different….we’re all friends here.

Oh, you missed a spot. Here, let me get it for you. Ah, there…all clean now.

LOL

If you’re not going to move, then I’ll just climb over you.

     Ok, this is just one messed up cat. Four baby mice are crawling on him and he’s not reacting? Must be drugs…Catcaine is my guess…

Ok quick….take a picture of the cat with 10 rodents on it! What a Kodak moment!

     So, instead of my cats doing this….eating a perfectly good rodent so that my house doesn’t become infested…

….mine are more apt to eat this sort of mouse.

Crap…I guess I have to make a trip to the hardware store for one of the “unwelcome” doormats.

I Didn’t Know So Much Could Fit In One Car! Part 2

     As I wrote in my disclaimer on Monday’s blog, I found a lot more pictures to put in my blog. So many in fact, I might have to use another whole blog…but we’ll see.

     I mentioned last time that I was a master packer. Halli mentioned in her comment that she thought she was a master packer too…I guess neither one of us is truly a master of packing, because I’m pretty sure that we wouldn’t do any of these things.

     Ok, well…now I’m convinced I’m not really a master packer. This truck is packed so full of stuff, it won’t even fit under the highway sign. I’m surprised the ass end of this truck isn’t dragging completely on the ground. This is moving all in one shot. I wonder if they have their couch, chair, ottoman, and coffee table somehow strapped to this truck…

     Now, this reminds me of that IKEA commercial where they have everything piled high on top of their car. However, they did do a neat job of packing.

I don’t even want to know what these are.

Oh crap! The box I need is in the middle.

     This poor donkey has seen better days. I think maybe the donkey would work better if his feet were actually on the ground. No wonder they don’t want to move sometimes.

     Again, I’m not sure what these are and I’m also not sure that I really want to know, but however, that little tiny hanky he’s using for a tarp isn’t going to protect this load from the elements. I don’t even know how this load is being held together. That’s one tough little truck.

Pig Roast anyone?

     Recycling at its best. This guy is keeping the streets of wherever clean by picking up all the plastic bottles and jugs, then taking them to the nearest recycling center…again I ask, how the heck are these bundles all staying together? It looks like one rope is holding the thing together. Well, if he falls in the lake, at least we know he’ll float.

     Mechanic: “What happened to your trucks suspension?”

    Guy: “Oh, me and some of the boys went cruisin’ down the highway looking for chicks.”

    Notice how the back part of the truck has literally come away from the front of the truck. Wow!

     Ok, what? With the top picture, what I’m trying to figure out is, how did they get those barrels up there on top of those trucks without them all rolling away? The bottom pic jugs look like giant red, yellow and green peppers. But, what’s holding them all together?

Uh oh!

     Ok…are these people running to get on this train that is obviously already filled to capacity since there are people sitting on top? I don’t think it’s stopping. I think I’d wait until the next one.

How many people can you fit on a motorcycle? Apparently the whole family.

     See, you packed your truck so full, that you overheated your engine. I think you should have made more than one trip. Idiot.

There are no words.

Chicken anyone?

Oh…