Funny you should ask

Shelley (Who is spoiling her Scout like crazy! Poor Marvin! AND Greg too!) wrote: (Previous posts comments) P.S. How are those kitties of yours?

Funny you should ask.

Yesterday, Julie made a break for it. Terry swears Julie was all the way across the room when she slid the door open to step out on the deck when swish! a lightening quick streak of orange and brown went shooting out the door and down the steps on to the grass. Luckily, there were no critters around and Julie is a grass junkie. Terry was able to get close enough to her on the third or fourth attempt to corral the scamp and tote her back inside the house. Julie didn't even try to bite or scratch as she sometimes does when she hasn't had her fill of the wild outdoors.

And last night, Chester got himself shut in the hall closet when he snuck in while Terry was getting a replacement light bulb for her bedside lamp. We never noticed he was missing until this morning. Shadow woke us as usual and Terry was putting three food bowls down when she noticed only two cats and off in the distance a faint "meow!"

Other than that they are cats: One aloof (Shadow); One regal and (sometimes) demanding attention and table scraps--especially venison! (Julie); and one plump, royal lover who's purr sounds like a (slightly) muffled chainsaw (Chester)

And they are all shedding as the days get longer. A great deal.

Some Guys are Born Lucky

I got an email from my son, Rick, in Portland telling me of the hunting adventures of his co-worker...

So my Co-worker Tim (He's my mentor I spend a lot of time in the truck with him) is a bow hunter, and a smoker. A menthol light smoker. He's had a number of deer over the years but he's never shot an elk. The General Manager, Ray, would constantly make fun of Tim calling him a butt-hacker and telling Tim that he would never get an elk, they will be able to smell him from miles away.

During elk season Tim took a week off and went with his buddies into the cascades. They set up camp in the corner of a farm and planned on mountain biking down the closed logging roads to were they would hunt. When they set up camp the farmer pointed across the road to a little creak and said, "You should try over there. I see elk over there all the time."

Tim and his buddies proceed to spend the next few days biking miles out of camp into the mountains in their search for elk. Nothing. On the fourth or so day they were all exhausted of hunting (and biking) and decided to have a camp day.

So there they were playing cards and drinking beer. All. Day. Long. When they heard a noise from across the road.

"I'm gonna go check that out" says Tim, grabbed his bow and meandered nosily to the other side of the road.

And lo and behold he came back 15 minutes later and told his crew he was going to need help. Tim got his first cow elk. At camp. With a bow. While drunk. Right were the farmer said to look.

Rick

What can you say. Sometimes the critters around a farm are really, really stupid.