Do you love the "Tweety Bird" cartoon?
I do!
I love it because that sweet little Tweety always gets the best of Sylvester.
Okay so I hate cats.
We have 50 billion cats in the neighborhood.
Half of which lives across the street.
When I see a cat crouched down to attack a bird, I scare the bird away so the cat can't get the bird, unless it is a pigeon. I figure that any cat that catches and eats a pigeon is going to die anyway because pigeons are almost as sick and wrong as a cock roach.
Anyway, back to the reason for the blog...
...On Saturday, Carson and I were out weeding my flower garden, for those of you that have seen my "flower garden", yes, I do call it a flower garden!
Anyway, we were weeding, Carson is a great weeder. One of the small cats from across the street comes up and sneaks up on Carson. I told him, "look who came to visit you". He turns and jumps because it kinda scared him. Being the sweet, kind hearted person that he is, he starts talking to the cat and petting it. The cat gets squirly and starts to roll around on the ground so Carson, not knowing why the cat is doing that, pulls his hands away. The cat jumps up and makes a flying attack for Carson's arm. I stomp my foot and scare it away. I tell him, "oh that silly cat wanted to play with you."
A few minutes later the cat walks over to me. I put my hand down to pet it, not because I like it, but to show Carson that it is okay, and as I was finishing my whole 2 strokes over the cat, it puts back its ears and tries to bite me. I pull my hand back and it literally makes another flying
leap for my hand which was about 3 ft up. So I stomp my foot and scare him away again and tell Carson not to let the cat near him again!! Psycho Cat!!
An hour later, Jessica and Kelsie show up and we are outside talking and the cat comes back. Jessie loves kitties and starts to talk to the cat. So I tell them the psycho cat story. Jessie says, it just wants to play. She picks it up and lays in her arms like a baby, purring the loudest purr I've ever heard! Then it starts to meow this horrible, Psycho Cat, yeeeowww, and the cats, 3 big cats come running, yes running, from across the street. The big ones are acting bugged but don't dare get too close. Jessie puts the cat down and bends down and starts petting it. One of the big cats make a run past her. I thought it was going to attack. But it doesn't. The kittie rolls around on the ground all squirly and puts it's ears back and HISSES then bites her!
I tell her to go wash it and clean it up.
On Sunday she can't bend the finger closest to the bite and it's red!! Psycho rabid Cat!!!
I had a dream last night that Jessie came over yesterday with Carson!
She came flying in the house with a cat outfit on, looking like this:
Needless to say, I woke up. Pretty scary!!
Carson, Happy 9th Birthday!!
You are such a good grandson!
Grammie loves you sooooo MUCH!!
I hope that you will always enjoy pulling weeds with Grammie!
