Mt. Washmore, My Least Favorite Mountain
Yes, Mt. Washmore. As in “wash more often”. Or maybe “wash more” again. I swear the dirty laundry mates and multiplies, as I am washing twice a week and still it just piles up! Oh well, at least we have a washer and dryer, nothing would be worse than loading it up and having to cart the mountain off to the laundromat.
I had to say goodbye to my little bad-ass cat, Skyler. She just didn’t ever manage to fit in around here. She has been around for 6 months but at no time did she ever get along with the other cats we have, or the dog. In fact, there was no love loss between the humans and the kitten. Things about her were simply not normal. Eyes that didn’t change indicating blindness. Aggressiveness that simply increased rather than decreasing. She’d spend hours spaced out, tongue out, drooling puddles, then seem to surface mentally and completely go berserk. The last straws were the sudden attacks and biting. I cannot risk my grandson being attacked and I was less than appreciative of her tearing through my shirt sleeve and into my flesh with her teeth. So she is now hopefully placed in a home that is ready for a special needs feline. The other cats have settled down again, and in fact I found them snuggled up together when I got home from the store today, something that hadn’t happened since the kitten arrived.
While out shopping I happened upon something very disturbing. The local KKK was demonstrating on a street corner nearby. This did not make me happy at all. These hate filled monsters grate on my nerves. It would not bother me one bit if someone ran them over. In fact, I wish I had my grandpa’s favorite dream weapon. He used to say “If I had a gun that shot shit…”. Well, if I had a gun that shot shit, I’d have shot every damn one of them with the smelliest manure available. Instead, I flipped them off as I passed by and made sure they saw it. Then I had to explain to the step kids who they were and what they stood for, which didn’t sit well with the kiddos. Good. Educate them young in tolerance and Christian love, and yes I did mention that my flying the middle finger was not very Christian.
Glad to be back home with the two cats who show the black and white together are an awesome combo.