Posts tagged ‘cat’

Smokin Catnip Pipe

Let me start out that if you Googled “smoke” “catnip” with the idea of getting high, this is the wrong post for you. Seriously. Go smoke some parsley instead.

We took one of our cats to the vet the other day. While I was waiting, bored out of my skull, I thought I’d look over the cat toys to see if there was something fun for the cats. Maybe a fishing rod with a feather attached. Maybe a French Bulldog waiting to be put out of it’s misery.

So I’m browsing the shelves, and I found…yes…a plush pipe stuffed with catnip. I had to have it. You can find Loopies Toys here. They don’t sell the pipes direct, but there’s a store directory you can look up. I’d call first since my area shows a store that doesn’t carry the pipes, and I bought my pipe at the vets where it isn’t listed.

So instead of stuffing your cat in a makeshift bong to get it high, give it a fuzzy, stuffed pipe and a smoking jacket, and your cat will be much more mellow. Except for the part about dressing it in the smoking jacket. And for god’s sake, don’t give them matches. Except the ones from India as they don’t work worth a damn anyway.

Today, Rats and Cats

Another great Saturday. 3 1/2 routes down. Looks like I get to drive to the plant again.

This week we had a vehicle accident. One of our vehicles was struck by a woman driving through a red light because she was loopy from a dentist appointment. Fortunately, she was charged for the accident.

Also had an Express failure. It’s been a rough week.

My wife has a doc appointment Thursday, so I’m working Monday, which is usually my day off, and taking Thursday off.

ZoeOn the really grim side, today is my evil cat’s birthday. Zoe is a terror, and her litter sister actually gave someone a nervous breakdown. Zoe is one of these cats that will sit on a shelf and knock stuff off just to see what you’ll do. She’ll be 11 years old this year, I think. And she’s as evil today as she was when she was born. Evil. E-V-I-L.

KathyToday is also the anniversary of my 2nd wife’s death. She died during a heart procedure. I’ve made sure she’s had flowers every year since 1987. It was really hard to deal with during the first years, but now I just get a little down. Sometimes I can remember her so clearly it’s like it was yesterday, and other times everything’s fuzzy. I do still miss her. I have a better portrait shot somewhere, I just can’t find it right offhand.

Is it time for a smoke yet?

Monster Under The Covers

Libby, one of our cats, would get under the covers of our bed. Then we’d tell Bear, a Keeshond, there was a monster in the bed. She’d jump up and sniff at and paw at the “monster.” Jordan, our Doberman, makes a brief appearance. 2004