I'm posting this a little late, but I did take a picture of Georgie on her first day of Preschool. She was so excited to go to school like her big sister Parker. I love how she loves to wear pretty dresses. It seems the second Parker started Kindergarten she had no interested in wearing any of the 22 dresses hanging in her closet.
Oct 20, 2011
Georgia's First Day of Preschool
I'm posting this a little late, but I did take a picture of Georgie on her first day of Preschool. She was so excited to go to school like her big sister Parker. I love how she loves to wear pretty dresses. It seems the second Parker started Kindergarten she had no interested in wearing any of the 22 dresses hanging in her closet.
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For Mitra, because I love you now, always and forever, forgive me.
“Tales of the Cat Ass carpet race”
There were two things that I had to talk to my therapist about, the time I had to pull the bologna string from my cats ass and the time I ate too much ass reaper hot sauce. Both experiences caused me trauma. Let me tell you folks there is a reason they call it ass reaper. And never eat something that has a grim reaper on it wanting to claim your ass. Also does it seem kind of stupid to run a street cleaner in a rainstorm? Anyway, let us start with the bologna string in a cat’s ass; let me tell you, it is not easy pulling bologna string from a cat’s ass. How did it get there you might ask, well by eating it of course, someone one of my children fed our cat some bologna now in the old days it had kind of rind around each piece like a salami has but this was wrapped around each slice, so you would have to pull it off before eating, well one of the younger ones gave it to the cat without unwrapping it, and since it was made of plastic instead of being disintegrated in the cats ass it went right through, not like it had far to go, in the grand scheme of things a cat is not too long geographically speaking. So, one day I saw my cat doing that wiping its ass on the floor thing. You know after it takes a shit like a human, it wants to wipe its ass. So there it was all of a sudden with the kids and the other cat both in some kind of cat ass race! Yes, you know the kind that they wipe their ass on the carpet and scoot across the carpet wiping as it was cat toilet paper. Well all of a sudden here were two grown cats in some kind of cat ass wiping race on my carpet! Stop I shouted but the kids in their giddy elation were cheering them on like this was some sort of competition, a competition that was leaving cat skid marks on my carpet. Both cats had these looks of determination on their faces as if this race was for the whole kitten caboodle. They both had their back legs straight up and using their front legs the aerodynamics of their cat asses and fur bottoms seem to give them unbelievable speed. They were using the strength of their front legs to propel them at an uncanny speed across the carpet. It was as if mercury had possessed their cat bodies and they had an endless supply of cat poop to lubricate their grudge match. But how did both go to the bathroom at the same time? The cat box was usually a one cat at a time prospect, was this result of two cats having to use it at the same time? Because of this rare occasion caused both to try and finish first and in the spirit of racing took the duel further? And what prompted them to be in such a battle? Weren’t they friends? Or do we humans assume because we put two felines together that they will automatically get along? Or like humans do they too sometimes have differences of opinions that cause permanent rifts? Whatever it was both cats eyes conveyed sternness, determination and strength that were seemingly endless as they continued to soil my carpet because of their cat egos. Then I saw it. One had some sort of string in its ass, and the other obviously was mimicking it . I calmed the children telling them that cheering for our cats to wipe their collective asses on our carpets was not a good thing. I explained that whether it be people or animals we do not wipe our butts on the carpet, it is dirty. The race ended one cat got up and calmly walked away. The other walked away in some kind of cat walk that conveyed success. I decided to let them be, who I to intervene in a cat competition.
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