Fun things down your pants

I was mowing the lawn tonight at 9pm (It's hot here, ok?) and when I got in, I had an itch on my leg. So, I scratched it through my jeans, and I felt something small and hard on the top of my thigh (don't go there). I thought it was a pebble, so I pinned it to my leg and reached in to get it.

Not a pebble.

A ladybug.

It was still alive.

I put it on the desk in front of me, and Kronk - who had been sitting in my lap until then - watched it try to walk away.

Kronk was afraid of the ladybug.

But not too afraid to eat it.

Crunch crunch crunch.

I should have known

I got tired of the cat meowing in the bathtub for a drink, or attempting to drink out of the toilet (mainly because my girls do not know how to flush) so I bought him one of those re-circulating dome-shaped water fountain things for cats.

He is afraid of it.

Note to my cat:

Candles are NOT FOR TOUCHING.

I know they wiggle and flicker and taunt you, but if you attempt to bat at the flames you will end up with singed paw fur. Yes, even on your other paw too.

I will not take you to the vet, there is no cure for stupid.

Sincerely,

She Who Feeds You

Oops, but LOL

Today was another day in a string of beautiful weather. I got home from dropping the kids of at school, put the baby down for his nap, and started in on putting laundry out on the line. The stupid (I say that lovingly, but honestly) cat decided he wanted outdoor time, and was wrapping himself around my ankles yowling his little head off. So, I hooked him up to his lead in the middle of the yard with some food and water and a shaded bed, and let him go to it. When I was done putting the laundry out, he was still happily pouncing on bugs and chewing up the grass, so I figured I'd leave him to enjoy the sunshine while I went about other chores. I kept checking on him, and he was having a grand old time. I finally sat down about a half hour later, and all of a sudden I hear "MEOW! MEEOOWW! MEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

I figured he'd scared himself with his own shadow or wrapped his leash around the pole or something.

Nope.

He'd discovered our famous Canadian Five-minute rainstorms! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

He did NOT appreciate getting wet. The sun was shining the whole time, too. Poor little thing.

He's been skulking around inside and glaring at the windows and doors since then.

Why he couldn't figure out how to go into his little kitty condo to get out of the rain is just further proof that he's as brainless as I keep telling you. It was about two steps from where he was flattening himself out and trying to hide under a blade of grass.

(For what it's worth, those 5 minute rains are FANTASTIC for the line-dried clothes, it makes them so soft!)