Today is National Cleavage Day.
We often have stray cats coming onto our property and I have spent many a night chasing strays out of our house in the middle of the night. I remember once shortly after we moved into our current house about 16 years ago when we found 6 stray cats sleeping on the chairs of our dining room table.
We never encourage them and my own cats get very territorial and chase them away as well.
Two nights ago we heard a lot of meowing and hubby and I got up to investigate. We found this poor little timid thing sitting in the doorway to our office. This is usually when I start going berserk and chase it away, but there was something different about this one.
I gently picked it up and shooed it outside. It tried again yesterday evening and again I shooed it away.
This morning it was at the door again – crying – and it was pouring with rain. And of course I crumbled. I just couldn’t throw it out.
So out came a bowl of food and water for the poor thing. It seems quite sweet and it must be very young. My own cats don’t seem to be particularly bothered with it so we have let it stay.
If it is still around in another day or 2 I will do the whole vet thing and get it de-wormed / de-flea’d if required. Maybe it will have a RFID chip in it and we can find it’s real owner – if not, I suppose it will have a new home.
Read this joke while surfing this evening and just had to tell it to you all….
Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock.
Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, ‘When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I’ll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home.’
The brunette arrives at the man’s ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less. After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news. She walks into the telegraph office, and says, ‘I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I’ve bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home.’
The telegraph operator explains that he’ll be glad to help her, then adds, it will cost 99 cents a word.’ Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette realizes that she’ll only be able to send her sister one word.
After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, ‘I want you to send her the word ‘comfortable.’
The operator shakes his head. ‘How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word ‘comfortable?’
The brunette explains, ‘My sister’s blonde. The word is big. She’ll read it very slowly….
Hubby planned a family dinner last night at a fancy restaurant. And of course who walks in – none other than Son no 2.
Son no 3 is at a friends house today – apparently doing a school project. He said he would SMS me when I should collect him – should be around 3-4pm.