Well Folks I think today we need a “Love Story” (o.k. break out the music from that movie).
My brother Bubba has a little Lover. It is a soft, brown eyed, brown furred with bushy tail squirrel ---- Yep! A Squirrel.
You have to see it to believe it. I’m over at his house the other day (it was nice a sunny day for a change), because he wanted me to get some stuff of mine out of his basement since he needs to have some serious foundation work done.
Well his request was reasonable. So I’m getting the things out of the basement, and I need to take a break, the dust was making me cough, so I go upstairs to go to the kitchen and get a drink of water then I come out onto the back porch and talk with my sister-in-law (Mrs. Petite Bubba---trust me folks she is tiny) and we’re talking and then I see out of the corner of my eye a movement.
Now not more than an arms length away is a fat squirrel!! I mean close, usually around here they tend to stay further away, but this one was giving me the “glad-eye” and I said to Mrs. Bubba “do you see what I see?” and she says “yes” and then calls out to my brother “Hey Bubba, your Lover is here”.
Lover? LOVER??? What is going on? Well I never saw my brother move so fast in his life and he weighs over 300 pounds (hence the name Bubba) and he’s built like a Biker but with bad ankles and knees. And he says to me “ ‘cuse me I’ve got a date”----A DATE??!! With a Squirrel???!!!!
Now who’s squirrelly?
So he walks out on to the porch and I hear him say in a real loving, soft voice “Hi sweetheart. How ya doing? I’ve got walnuts for you. Now let me put them out.” And he puts out two walnuts, and the squirrel picks up one tastes it for flavor and then quickly scampers off with it.
So I ask “What’s going on?” And he tells me “She takes two of them and hides them and then she comes back and we share the last two, watch.” And sure enough, she comes back and takes the second one and does the same thing. And then she comes back in a bit and he breaks the last two and very carefully picks out the tiny walnut meat out of the shell with his big hands and the squirrel is looking on looking up at him and all excited but waiting nicely and he says “Now just wait a minute Sweetheart, I’ve got to get it all out” and he makes a nice little pile of the walnut meat (the edible part of the walnut) and she takes a piece and nibbles it a little bit and then stops and looks at him as if saying “Aren’t you going to have some?” and he takes a little piece and nibbles it as well.
Now she is sitting there as pretty as a picture nibbling on the walnuts and he’s just crooning to her with soft endearments. So I ask my sister-in-law “How long has this been going on?” and she says “Over two summers, she’s not afraid of the cats, but she stays clear of the Rabbit” so I ask my brother “How do you know it’s a ‘she’?” and he said “Well it took a while and some careful observation but we know she is a she---ain’t that right sweetheart (this said to the squirrel)”
Now he says to me that he could have her eat out of his hand but he’d prefer that she not do that, “I don’t want her to get too familiar with being with humans; it gives her a measure of caution.” And my sister-in-law said to me “I let Bubba feed her, that way she’ll come to him but will still be cautious around anyone else. Even when he was sick with a cold he’d still come out and feed her all wrapped up in his bath robe and blanket. You should have seen him when it was raining, he fixed the outside porch roof so that she would have shelter from the rain and they could still share the walnuts.”
I thought Mrs. Bubba would be a bit jealous about Bubba fussing over a squirrel but she was just smiling. Then I remembered that she would feed the birds and had one in particular that would eat out of her hand.
Now the squirrel is sitting there with her tail just beautifully curled over her head and I swear she’s flirting with him so I say “Is she flirting with you?” and he grins and says “Yep.” And then the squirrel does a big stretch towards him after she’s eaten her nuts and she is so close to him she could touch his hand with her nose if she wanted to and again I’m thinking she’s flirting with him.
So he talks to her a little longer and then says to her “Well sweetheart I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And the little thing scampers off.
He says he doesn’t know how long it will continue, “She is getting close to 3 years old now, but she looks healthy, so far.” But during the time that the squirrel is there he’s got the biggest smile on his face.
I turned to my sister-in-law and said “When he was 5 years old he use to chase them, now he romances them.” She and I laughed. They told me they fixed up a box with old towels and she’d use it during the winter months and she prefers to hang around their back yard, “She’s really neat, I thought I’d have to clean out her box, but it was really clean”
I wish I had a camera to take a picture of it. Squirrel Love---it’s a beautiful thing.
And that’s the LOVE STORY for your Valentine’s Day.
(O.K. Folks, now everybody go AAAAWWWWWWWWW)
On the Prowl
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Dirty Harry---I miss that Guy~~~
Hey Folks,
Just a stray thought before I crash out and try and get some sleep (If my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love will let me).
I miss those Dirty Harry Movies---You know where Dirty Harry gives it to those "dirt Bags" even if it's not politically correct.
There is some sort of internal satisfaction about those movies, that maybe there is some sort of Justice out there.
Of course Clint Eastwood is almost 80 now and I certainly can't ask a man his age to risk his body in doing a heavy action film, but if someone would just do something like that---and please no Will Smith, I like the guy as an actor, but I can't go and see him on the big screen----everytime I wanted to see him in the "Men in Black" movies (which I thought were really funny) the theatre would be so crowded and noisy I couldn't hear the movie, twice I had to talk to the manager and ask for refunds. (and I won't say who was crowding the theatres---but it's like they never been to a theatre before and all that tossing of buttered popcorn---I cannot afford to get butter grease on my clothes---it doesn't come out)
But a really good Dirty Harry type movie---***sigh*** as my Granny would say "If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride"
Well I'm going to Bed, Nity-Night all.
Just a stray thought before I crash out and try and get some sleep (If my Hunka, Hunka Burnin' Love will let me).
I miss those Dirty Harry Movies---You know where Dirty Harry gives it to those "dirt Bags" even if it's not politically correct.
There is some sort of internal satisfaction about those movies, that maybe there is some sort of Justice out there.
Of course Clint Eastwood is almost 80 now and I certainly can't ask a man his age to risk his body in doing a heavy action film, but if someone would just do something like that---and please no Will Smith, I like the guy as an actor, but I can't go and see him on the big screen----everytime I wanted to see him in the "Men in Black" movies (which I thought were really funny) the theatre would be so crowded and noisy I couldn't hear the movie, twice I had to talk to the manager and ask for refunds. (and I won't say who was crowding the theatres---but it's like they never been to a theatre before and all that tossing of buttered popcorn---I cannot afford to get butter grease on my clothes---it doesn't come out)
But a really good Dirty Harry type movie---***sigh*** as my Granny would say "If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride"
Well I'm going to Bed, Nity-Night all.
The Good and the Bad and the really Stupid~~~
You know Folks,
I really shouldn't write and post a Blog when it's late at night and I'm tired from a Hard Days' Work. Which is more than what Perata does.
But I'm going to do it anyway---I talked to a Buddy of mine that went to the Gun By-Back Program over in Oakland on 85th street at it was at a church. (And God Bless the Churches)
Sheeesh! My Buddy (who looks like Chuck Norris gone to seed) said he couldn't even get near the place there were so many people there----he couldn't even find a parking place, so he pulls up at a corner near the church and talks to some sharp looking guys and asks "Say, Wassup?"
And they showed him the junker guns that they are going to turn in---pieces of K*&% (sorry folks I do have to keep it clean for the kiddies out there) So he says "Hey where's your good pieces?" and they say at home locked up.
But ---are you ready for this Folks?---- They ran out of money to give to the people and instead had to give them vouchers, you just drive up hand the junker gun through your car window and they give you a voucher---The big Question that my Buddy says and so did the sharp looking guys ask---When will they honor the vouchers---because it is everyone's understanding that the money for this program has been all used up!!!
So my Buddy is going to use his gun--which is pretty decent---for part of a trade in at one of the few remaining Sporting Goods stores--for a better piece. The guys with the junkers didn't want vouchers (of course the language they used to discribe their displeasure was more verbally grafic) so they decided to hold on to the junkers for the next buy back program and they plan to get there early.
One of them told my Buddy that he saw one guy get some money and had already gone to a "crack house" to buy some stuff to sell on the street. This program is giving drug dealers money to buy and sell narcotics on the street and the cops are having their time wasted on a program that doesn't work.
So does this program make any sense Folks?? Of course not---and it's our tax dollars that good ol' boy Don Perata is wasting.
And---are you ready for This???---all I can say is be afraid, be very afraid----Don Perata---Mr. Mid-Life Crisis himself --is thinking of running for Mayor of Oakland, CA.
If you thought Former Govenor "Moonbeam" Jerry Brown did Oakland a world of good (Yeah Right) Perata will certainly send Oakland down the Toilet if Delums hasn't done it yet.
Like I said folks----BE AFRAID---BE VERY AFRAID.
This Mean Kitty signing off looking for an old 1950's Bomb Shelter to hide in.
I really shouldn't write and post a Blog when it's late at night and I'm tired from a Hard Days' Work. Which is more than what Perata does.
But I'm going to do it anyway---I talked to a Buddy of mine that went to the Gun By-Back Program over in Oakland on 85th street at it was at a church. (And God Bless the Churches)
Sheeesh! My Buddy (who looks like Chuck Norris gone to seed) said he couldn't even get near the place there were so many people there----he couldn't even find a parking place, so he pulls up at a corner near the church and talks to some sharp looking guys and asks "Say, Wassup?"
And they showed him the junker guns that they are going to turn in---pieces of K*&% (sorry folks I do have to keep it clean for the kiddies out there) So he says "Hey where's your good pieces?" and they say at home locked up.
But ---are you ready for this Folks?---- They ran out of money to give to the people and instead had to give them vouchers, you just drive up hand the junker gun through your car window and they give you a voucher---The big Question that my Buddy says and so did the sharp looking guys ask---When will they honor the vouchers---because it is everyone's understanding that the money for this program has been all used up!!!
So my Buddy is going to use his gun--which is pretty decent---for part of a trade in at one of the few remaining Sporting Goods stores--for a better piece. The guys with the junkers didn't want vouchers (of course the language they used to discribe their displeasure was more verbally grafic) so they decided to hold on to the junkers for the next buy back program and they plan to get there early.
One of them told my Buddy that he saw one guy get some money and had already gone to a "crack house" to buy some stuff to sell on the street. This program is giving drug dealers money to buy and sell narcotics on the street and the cops are having their time wasted on a program that doesn't work.
So does this program make any sense Folks?? Of course not---and it's our tax dollars that good ol' boy Don Perata is wasting.
And---are you ready for This???---all I can say is be afraid, be very afraid----Don Perata---Mr. Mid-Life Crisis himself --is thinking of running for Mayor of Oakland, CA.
If you thought Former Govenor "Moonbeam" Jerry Brown did Oakland a world of good (Yeah Right) Perata will certainly send Oakland down the Toilet if Delums hasn't done it yet.
Like I said folks----BE AFRAID---BE VERY AFRAID.
This Mean Kitty signing off looking for an old 1950's Bomb Shelter to hide in.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Perata and Guns---Dumb, Dumb, Dumb
Folks,
I will be sooooooo glad when Don Perata will be out of office. Guess what Folks, he wants to ban these Big Assult weapons, acting like no one has thought of this before.
Well guess what---it has been and there is a ban in place, but I think Perata didn't get the Memo, so he's just flogging a "dead horse" just to sound good.
The type of weapon he claims he wants to ban is so big it's like a bazooka, you can't really conceal that on your person, and the bullets are very expensive. Like $2.00 per bullet, who has that kind of money----Columbian drug runners? Al Quada? The Taliban? Code Pink?
And he's behind the buying guns to get them off the street---claiming that the program works, well guess what---- and thanks to my sources in some of the police departments--they say-it's a load of crock.
What happens is that people buy junk or broken guns for pennies on the dollar and then takes them in and gets $250.00 a piece. And some of them are druggies with some smarts. Even old Perata turned in a hand gun he bought 15 years ago, and he can't use because he failed the test to get a "concealed Weapons Permit".
Duh!!! It takes brains to pass that test Perata---Are you saying you don't have Brains? Wouldn't be the first time.
The cops know and see what the people are doing but they can't say no, because----are you ready for this---they are turning in a gun---yes---even a gun that hasn't been able to fire since world war I, or with a broken stock, broken firing pins, rusted, missing cyclinders you name it they can't fire it and are considered junkers.
But the cops are required to pay each person $250.00 a piece. Heck turn in 4 broken guns that's $1,000.00 you can buy a lot of crack with that. And I've seen these broken guns for sale at the gun shows, going for $5.00 a piece, they are selling them because maybe someone can use a part off of them. But some people will buy four or five and then have 1,200 dollars to by a really nice piece. What a Joke!!
So Perata claims that over 1,000 guns have been turned in-----that's $250,000.00 a quarter of a million dollars for broken guns-----that's our tax dollars going out to feed at least half of those people's drug habit.
WHAT A WASTE!!! And they don't show you those in pictures, they just show the handful of almost good guns, because maybe they came from wives whose husbands are dead and they don't know how to sell them to get even more money from reputable gun dealers. And I bet some of those widows could really use the money to buy Medicine that's too expensive. But that's just a spit in the bucket in this program.
I will be so glad when Perata is out---then maybe an honest Republican can take over and bring in some real security to this state. And forget the Govenator---he's just a token Republican---or a cookie with filling----you know Republican on the outside---Democrate on the inside.
I'm going to grab my 350 magnum and go shooting on the range and get some of this hostility out of me---maybe.
Mean Kitty signing off with her Claws out.
I will be sooooooo glad when Don Perata will be out of office. Guess what Folks, he wants to ban these Big Assult weapons, acting like no one has thought of this before.
Well guess what---it has been and there is a ban in place, but I think Perata didn't get the Memo, so he's just flogging a "dead horse" just to sound good.
The type of weapon he claims he wants to ban is so big it's like a bazooka, you can't really conceal that on your person, and the bullets are very expensive. Like $2.00 per bullet, who has that kind of money----Columbian drug runners? Al Quada? The Taliban? Code Pink?
And he's behind the buying guns to get them off the street---claiming that the program works, well guess what---- and thanks to my sources in some of the police departments--they say-it's a load of crock.
What happens is that people buy junk or broken guns for pennies on the dollar and then takes them in and gets $250.00 a piece. And some of them are druggies with some smarts. Even old Perata turned in a hand gun he bought 15 years ago, and he can't use because he failed the test to get a "concealed Weapons Permit".
Duh!!! It takes brains to pass that test Perata---Are you saying you don't have Brains? Wouldn't be the first time.
The cops know and see what the people are doing but they can't say no, because----are you ready for this---they are turning in a gun---yes---even a gun that hasn't been able to fire since world war I, or with a broken stock, broken firing pins, rusted, missing cyclinders you name it they can't fire it and are considered junkers.
But the cops are required to pay each person $250.00 a piece. Heck turn in 4 broken guns that's $1,000.00 you can buy a lot of crack with that. And I've seen these broken guns for sale at the gun shows, going for $5.00 a piece, they are selling them because maybe someone can use a part off of them. But some people will buy four or five and then have 1,200 dollars to by a really nice piece. What a Joke!!
So Perata claims that over 1,000 guns have been turned in-----that's $250,000.00 a quarter of a million dollars for broken guns-----that's our tax dollars going out to feed at least half of those people's drug habit.
WHAT A WASTE!!! And they don't show you those in pictures, they just show the handful of almost good guns, because maybe they came from wives whose husbands are dead and they don't know how to sell them to get even more money from reputable gun dealers. And I bet some of those widows could really use the money to buy Medicine that's too expensive. But that's just a spit in the bucket in this program.
I will be so glad when Perata is out---then maybe an honest Republican can take over and bring in some real security to this state. And forget the Govenator---he's just a token Republican---or a cookie with filling----you know Republican on the outside---Democrate on the inside.
I'm going to grab my 350 magnum and go shooting on the range and get some of this hostility out of me---maybe.
Mean Kitty signing off with her Claws out.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
I can't belive it's finally OVER!!!!
Thank the Powers that Be ABOVE!!!
This Farce called a Presidental Primary election is Finally OVER!!!
As far as I was concerned it was worse than watching a man with an extremely hairy back wearing a tank top t-shirt, and trust me there have been some that could give Bigfoot a run for it's money.
My phone has finally stopped ringing with unwanted phone calls, my mail was normal this morning, and the ads are no longer political ads.
It' s like a breath of fresh air!
Of course the propositions that I wanted to lose won but some of the others lost thank goodness.
But no one voted for me Mean Kitty---I guess I'm going to have to talk to my campaign manager---oh wait!!---I don't have one!!
Now in the very near future we are going to have to deal with the Presidental election.
I'm going to load up on DVD's and take my phone off the hook. If anyone wants to get in touch with me they can send up smoke signals.
O.K. folks---I do have to admit---I'm all for a President that wants to protect our borders and our solvernty, and our security. So that is what I'm really going to look at---Remember that Folks before the next 3,000 innocent american civilians have to die.
Mean Kitty finally relaxing for the next couple of weeks.
This Farce called a Presidental Primary election is Finally OVER!!!
As far as I was concerned it was worse than watching a man with an extremely hairy back wearing a tank top t-shirt, and trust me there have been some that could give Bigfoot a run for it's money.
My phone has finally stopped ringing with unwanted phone calls, my mail was normal this morning, and the ads are no longer political ads.
It' s like a breath of fresh air!
Of course the propositions that I wanted to lose won but some of the others lost thank goodness.
But no one voted for me Mean Kitty---I guess I'm going to have to talk to my campaign manager---oh wait!!---I don't have one!!
Now in the very near future we are going to have to deal with the Presidental election.
I'm going to load up on DVD's and take my phone off the hook. If anyone wants to get in touch with me they can send up smoke signals.
O.K. folks---I do have to admit---I'm all for a President that wants to protect our borders and our solvernty, and our security. So that is what I'm really going to look at---Remember that Folks before the next 3,000 innocent american civilians have to die.
Mean Kitty finally relaxing for the next couple of weeks.
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