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2007-04-24
Gimme Shelter
What you see to your right is Wolfgang Heinrich, 40, from the German town Wiesenburg. Oh, and Wolfgang's horse and steadfast friend, Sammy.
Wolfgang took a ride on a distinctly non-balmy night and stopped to share a drink or two with friends at a local pub.
When Wolfgang stumbled out of the pub he realized he was drunk. Too drunk for a long trek home on horseback.
Wisely, Wolfgang sought shelter for Sammy and himself on that cold evening. He used his bank card to open up a nearby bank foyer snoozed the night away.
2007-04-23
If Given the Choice....
"I get drunk, I get mad, I get thrown from horses, I get all sorts of things.
But I don't get edited. I'd rather see my wife get fucked by the stable boy."
--
Morning Routine
e We have many foster cats here at the Jordan casa. More than enough to qualify me as a crazy cat lady.
And I spoil the hell out of these babies. Most have had very negative backgrounds and I feel humans, on a whole, need to make it up to them.
So a few I spoil with impunity. One of those is Tory, a Persian who came to us via Ruth Jordan who found
Tor-tor covered with mattes and fleas and bone thin. Tory's former owners didn't like the up-keep of a long-hair and dumped her and her sister.
We shaved a pound and a half of mattes of that poor girl. She is still a little thing even after a long period of intense spoiling. Every morning I find her in her latest sleeping spot and she greets me with a paw stretch and a rumble purr. I carry the princess to the table in the kitchen and give her a can of wet food she splits with another skinny cat named Flynn who lost all his teeth.
Today when I set her down, she didn't go to the food.
She went to an open container of butter someone left on the table. We'll see what a breakfast of kitty lube does to her throughout the day.
I hope that on this fine, rainy day our other mommy, Cassie, will finally have her litter. Cassie has grown
wider and wider everyday and is at the point that I question how much bigger she can get without exploding kittens. I rub her vast belly as she asks me, "When will it end?"
I remind her that she's the one that got herself into this situation to which she replies, "I was just being friendly! Now, get that spot on my back I haven't been able to reach for a week, wouldja?"
Tabitha, who birthed her babies in a big, wet rush on Friday, is doing beautifully. She is the most emaciated of any of the foster mom's we've had here and she is getting waaaaaaaaay spoiled. I hold the food bowl so she doesn't have to leave her five squeal
ers to eat.
At not even a day old, the all black kitten, Desi, was hissing at my strange non-mommy scent as I rubbed Tabitha's back. What a tough-ass! I was, of course, suitable terrified.
And I spoil the hell out of these babies. Most have had very negative backgrounds and I feel humans, on a whole, need to make it up to them.
So a few I spoil with impunity. One of those is Tory, a Persian who came to us via Ruth Jordan who found
Tor-tor covered with mattes and fleas and bone thin. Tory's former owners didn't like the up-keep of a long-hair and dumped her and her sister.We shaved a pound and a half of mattes of that poor girl. She is still a little thing even after a long period of intense spoiling. Every morning I find her in her latest sleeping spot and she greets me with a paw stretch and a rumble purr. I carry the princess to the table in the kitchen and give her a can of wet food she splits with another skinny cat named Flynn who lost all his teeth.
Today when I set her down, she didn't go to the food.
She went to an open container of butter someone left on the table. We'll see what a breakfast of kitty lube does to her throughout the day.
I hope that on this fine, rainy day our other mommy, Cassie, will finally have her litter. Cassie has grown
wider and wider everyday and is at the point that I question how much bigger she can get without exploding kittens. I rub her vast belly as she asks me, "When will it end?"I remind her that she's the one that got herself into this situation to which she replies, "I was just being friendly! Now, get that spot on my back I haven't been able to reach for a week, wouldja?"
Tabitha, who birthed her babies in a big, wet rush on Friday, is doing beautifully. She is the most emaciated of any of the foster mom's we've had here and she is getting waaaaaaaaay spoiled. I hold the food bowl so she doesn't have to leave her five squeal
ers to eat.
At not even a day old, the all black kitten, Desi, was hissing at my strange non-mommy scent as I rubbed Tabitha's back. What a tough-ass! I was, of course, suitable terrified.
2007-04-22
Mega Kitty Cuteness Buffer
In honor of the latest batch of kittens to live in the Jordan casa (above), a kitty montage:
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Because you like to be distracted, amused and horrified at the same time...
(they have a hidden gusset that allows for ass kicking!)And, if you're a lover and a fighter:
Contact Pants
Thank you Chris's Invincible Superblog!
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