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FireCracker's reply to Calista Cat Posted 12/29/2007 9:36:05 AM Dear Calista Cat, You do sound like a beautiful cat. One of my best friends was a girl named Patches. She was a Cal-i-kow too. She was white with orange, and black patches all over her. At first she did not like me at all because she thought I was going to make unwelcome advances on her. I am a well mannered guy so that was never a problem but I sure liked to tease her. I would get close enough to her to make her growl and then I would run away but not very fast. Then she would chase me! I got just what I wanted for Christmas! A toy hedgehog with lots and lots of catnip was in my stocking. Did "the boy" put good things on your tree to play with? How about his brother the poodle? If you ever get to meet him it could get ugly, huh? My human mother and father get quite a laugh when I come in from outside and wag my tail like a doggy. I learned that from the O'Neal dogs once when I was chasing squrrels in their yard. They wouldn't hurt me but they BARK SO LOUD it hurts my ears. Waking your mom up on a Saturday by stepping on the clock was pretty smart! If you want to do it again and there is a book on top of it, just hook the book with your claw and quietly move it out of the way. Of course if you are going to wind up getting your teeth brushed, I think I would just let her sleep and go hungry till she wakes up in a better mood. Have a Happy Mew Year! Your cousin, FireCracker (0) Comments

Calista's Letter to FireCracker Posted 12/23/2007 7:39:05 PM Hi Firecracker, My name is Calista. My mom calls me Cali because I'm a cow-lick-co or something like that. Probably because I'm white with spots like a cow. But my spots are really tabby striped, not at all like a cow. I am so much prettier, and a lot more talented! Go figure--these humans. I'm writing instead of my sister Ginger. She talks a lot but doesn't say very much--mostly, she says that it's time to play. She'd rather play than do most anything. It sounds like you have a lot of fun. I do too, but I would really, really like to go out. They don't let me because they live too close to too many busy streets. I would do OK, but Ginger just doesn't have any cat sense. Maybe it's just as well. It's nice here. We have the whole house to play in during the day while the humans go away. My mom and dad finally put up the tree about 2 weeks ago. Its a nice tree. I like sitting under it. You said that your tree has things on it that you can play with. Mine doesn't. We have to wait for the kid to come over because the kid likes to put stuff on the tree. The kid is supposed to come over tomorrow. I'll let you know whether he puts good stuff on the tree. The kid is my human cousin. His brother is a standard poodle. I've met the kid. He's OK for a 12-year old human. I've never met the poodle and don't particularly want to. Yesterday morning mom got mad at me because I turned on her radio at about 6 AM. The radio has controls on the top. This makes it easy for me. After all, it was time for her to get up and feed me. She should know better. She did get up and feed me but she wasn't happy about it. She went back to sleep. But first she clipped my claws and brushed my teeth. I don't think she liked being woken up because she said that it was Saturday. Doesn't she know that breakfast should be served promptly EVERY day? I tried to turn on the radio again today but she put a book on it so I couldn't work the controls. My Aunt Jane is very nice. (She's really my godmother, but I call her Aunt Jane.) She got me a big squid filled with catnip. She got Ginger a mouse, but Ginger likes the fishing rod with the thingie attached better, so I get to play with both of the toys. The kid is coming over for Christmas with his human parents. Maybe he'll get me something nice. I'll let you know. Thanks for writing and have a very Purrry Christmas. Calista Cat (2) Comments

Update on Spike Posted 12/21/2007 8:49:21 PM Spike turns out to be a very smart and adaptable catfish. I think he is quite enjoying his "Winter Retreat" in the house. His bubble stone is tied to an ordinary coffee cup. He pushes the cup around and likes to make himself a little "garage" to sleep in where he parks himself between the cup and the aquarium wall so he doesn't have to move his fins much to stay upright when he sleeps. My favorite daughter in law was over last night and he swam over to examine her finger on the other side of the aquarium glass. You are probably thinking I could get myself in quite a wreck for referring to her as my favorite daughter in law. That catch is, she is my ONLY daughter in law! Therefore, she must be my favorite? Right? (2) Comments

Spike Posted 12/20/2007 2:59:03 PM I have a catfish named Spike. He usually resides in the 55 gallon pond I made for him under the sycamore tree. With the power out for days and all kinds of leaves and crap and even a big limb falling in his pond, by the time I got to him he was almost dead. He was gasping for air and literally trying to jump out of his pond. I brought him in the house and put him in my ten gallon aquaium. Poor guy takes up half of it. I kid you not. He is 10 inches long already and he is only a year old. He is a blue catfish and could grow to 20 lbs. I think I will have to find a fish sanctuary for him before then. My husband says NO! you can't keep him in the bathtub! Right now he is happy. How can I tell if a catfish is happy? I am a mystic, I just know. He swims around and when I talk to him he swims up to my side of the aquarium and looks at me. I told him his ancestors were around way, way before mine were. I also told him he is a very beautiful fish. He is! He is Navy blue on top and silky smooth to touch all over. There are barbs on 3 of his fins. I have not been skewered by a catfish but am told it hurts. (3) Comments

My Cat FireCracker Posted 12/19/2007 12:12:46 PM For those of you who don't know FireCracker, he is my tabby cat that is 4 years old. He writes emails to my husband's cousin Ilene's cats. Ilene is a psychologist and her cats are all like minded and well adjusted. They write their observations and interpretations of their life with humans to him. Meowy Cat-mus! I hear through my human Mom that your people have not put up a Christmas tree yet. What a bummer for you guys. I have been laying under mine since the day after Thanksgiving, you know that day when your humans cook that big bird and then try to eat it all until they are so stuffed they can't move let alone play with y'all. I pulled one of the horses off the tree and bit its tail. It didn't fight back. Another thing I did was pull one of the cows off the tree and drop it on the floor in the bedroom so Dad would step on it and say "That cat needs kill-in." I think that means he liked what I did. Awhile ago I went hunting in the yard. I like killing and eating voals, they are sort of like a gopher. I eat them raw, fur and all. Yum! But Mom told me not to eat the moles, that I should just kill as many of them as I can but that if I ate them I would get sick. At first I didn't believe her but then I did get sick after I ate one. I rolfed a bunch of times and got the trots. Mom put me in a cage and took me to the vet. I like the vet and the pretty picture of the cat in the exam room and I like smelling all the strange cat and other animal smells but I don't like the ride in the car anymore. Not since the time Mom and I took Dad for a ride and she dumped him off. She drove off without him! I am not kidding! I heard of people doing that with cats they don't want but not humans, and I didn't even know she didn't want him anymore. I was so worried about him because I know cats can get lost and not be able to find their way home and our noses and other senses are way, way better than humans. A little while later he came home driving his blue tractor. I guess he knew the way home after all and Mom and Dad were happy to see each other. So I worry about car rides. I don't think she would get rid of me but you never can tell everything about humans. They think funny. They think we think funny. Anyway, at the Vets they poked something cold and yucky up my butt, took some blood from my front leg...Ouch! and just looked me over good. The vet said I had Spy Row Keets. I don't remember eating a parakeet that works for the CIA. Maybe the mole ate the CIA parakeet and then I ate him? Anyway since then I don't eat moles, I just kill them. I put one on the window ledge just to show Mom I am doing my job. At night I try and sleep the long way between Mom and Dad. I do that to tease Dad. Then he makes me move. I like to lay on his jammies and when he tries to put them on I sink my claws into them to make it harder for him to get them away from me. If cats could laugh, I would laugh a lot. Smiling is the best I can do. Everybody likes my smile. Mom and the Vet say I have a perfect Tabby coat. Dad says I am a perfect carrier of vermin. When he wasn't looking, I used to drink the little water left in his water pick dish after he is done. Once he caught me, boy did he yell. He yells like that if it looks like I am going to get up on the piano or on the leather couch too. Now he has a water pick with a lid on it so I can't drink out of it, dang. I hope there is something good in my stocking for Christmas. Do you have stockings too? With special kitty treats? Or maybe catnip? I love catnip. I roll in it. I eat it. I roll in it some more. Then if Keith is around I bite him good. When Keith gets into the catnip he gets a little silly and then just falls asleep. Dad does that when you give him wine. Beau likes milk but thinks catnip is a sin. Nowasa thinks he is probably a Pentecostal like her. That is all for now. Have a Meowy Cat-mus and a Happy Mew Year. Your Okie Cousin, FireCracker (2) Comments

Friendly Okies Posted 12/18/2007 7:22:18 PM Friendly Okies are a fact of life. Some people think we are nosey but we aren't because we can't remember what you said. We just start converstions with perfect strangers to regale them with our tales of adventure. My husbands children came down here from Ohio for his birthday this year. We all decided to go to Braums for lunch. It is a restaurant with as many different ice creams as Baskin Robbins. Anyway, my grand daughter had a purse in the shape of Elvis's guitar. The next thing you know, some old geezer is asking her if she ever met Elvis. Hello! She is 14 and doesn't go to seances. He starts telling her and my step son all about how he used to be part of Elvis's set up crew. As soon as my grand daughter could see a quick exit, she took it but my step son got roped into talking to the guy for a long time. My step daughter in law looked over at them and asked, Is he (meaning her husband) talking to a perfect stranger? Yup! (0) Comments

Ice is a fact of life. Posted 12/18/2007 7:13:44 PM I spent the first 17 years of my life in Wisconsin and can count the number of ice storms up there on one hand with several fingers missing. Not so down here in the old sun belt. We usually get one doozie of one every couple of years. Even if we dumb Okies knew how to drive under adverse conditions, we wouldn't be able to figure out that nobody should try to drive on glare ice anywhere! Anytime! Can you spell BUMPER CARS??? However, we are the friendliest people in the world when you don't encounter us in our cars. I'll cite you an example in another post. (0) Comments

Farmer's Daughter Posted 12/17/2007 7:36:56 PM Growing up on a farm in Wisconsin taught me that hard work does hurt! You get blisters on your hands and spinal stenosis after the age of 50 if you live that long. I am content to use my farm knowledge in less strenuous pursuits now such as mowing 2 acres of lawn with a tractor and growing more weeds than food in my garden in the hot Oklahoma sun. We are taking a vacation from all that for a few months while God keeps it cold enough to stop the grass from growing. HE did a great job of pruning our trees in the latest ice storm. Now all we have to do is drag the branches to the curb. (3) Comments

The Christmas Season Posted 12/1/2007 9:36:10 PM The Christmas Season feels a little different this year. All the decorating is done except for the big maple tree on the front lawn. In spite of several months with turmoil, fear, and outright pain, I have recovered nicely from first my cervical fusion of C5,6,&7 and then my uvulopalatoplasty. I also survived learning that my estranged daughter is married, and had a child 18 months before I found out about it. I cried for days. I don't do well at crying. My face gets all blotchy, I get a headache from backed up snot, and my eye lids stay swollen for a day. My 4 siblings knew all about my grandson and continued to talk 'nicey nice' to me without bothering to tell me, hey, you know you are a grandmother? Dysfunctional does not even begin to describe my siblings or the relationship I have with my daughter. Since then we have patched it up but she continues to try and "push my buttons". Why I do not know. Perhaps to push me away. At any rate, I have placed everything in God's hands. As a result, I am at peace. Whatever happens happens. There is also a nice comfort in reaching the age I am with children the ages of 37 and 39. Parenting becomes more of a spectator sport for me now. The heat is off, my children are what they are and as long as they are happy, (and they are) I am happy. I seem to have a heightened sense of awareness this Christmas season and have prioritized so I can enjoy the little things like looking at my beautiful white tree with the cows and horses hanging all over it, rather than rushing around trying to get a bunch of Christmas cookies etc. done. I don't need the calories and neither does my husband. To sum up, I feel like God has wrapped me in a nice, soft, warm down filled comforter, and is holding me gently. (0) Comments

Spelling schmelling Posted 8/29/2007 8:46:57 PM Thanks for the spelling correction. I did my best stab at Renaissance and only missed it by an A! Oh well, when you get to be my age other things become more important. Like bringing in the garbage can from the street before it is dark and my cat FireCracker decides to play another practical joke on me like playing "Junglie Beast" and scareing the pee out of me. (1) Comments

Here we are in the Sooner State. Posted 8/24/2007 9:07:43 PM Not much going on right now and I am glad because I am tireder than tired. We took the truck and 5th wheel to a dump station. It needed it. All the tanks were full from living in it a week while we had out of town guests. Gene wanted to go to a dump station farther away than the one at Flying J so the truck would get to work a little, the 5th wheel would get a shake down cruise and the stuff in the tank would get good and shook up so it would all drain out. Okay, so we end up on the other side of Shawnee at the rest area. The wind always blows like hell there and I always forget that when I put the sanitation bucket under our sewer drain before taking the cap off to hook up the sewer hose, and the damn thing blows halfway under the trailer causing me to swear while I find something to fish it out from under there with. Oh well, we gotter done. (0) Comments

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General Comments Hulda Posted 12/21/2007 6:00:00 PM HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the only person I ever knew who names catfish. Love the stories in your blog, and your self-description of "well seasoned." Are you cinnamon, or cayenne? LLCOOLWSR Posted 12/19/2007 11:35:09 PM Happy Holidays!!! pinkmartini Posted 8/29/2007 2:01:20 PM I love your profile pic, but you look older than 6! BTW, it's spelled Renaissance, unless you meant it to be a typo. Welcome to NewBlog. Please login to post a comment.