If you've known me long, you know I'm an animal person.
About three years ago, I fell in love with an incredibly ridiculous red and white tomcat named "Mr. T." And it was crazy. I like a lot of animals, but this one had me. I obsessed over him for days until finally Mark said, "JUST GO GET HIM." (Yes, he may have even yelled. He was tired of hearing about that cat.) So I went and got him before Mark changed his mind...or came to his senses.
Well, that name (Mr. T.? Really??) didn't last, and as soon as we got him cured of the scratched cornea he had when we adopted him, ($$$!! That should have been my warning!), he became a wonderful addition to our home. We named him Rypien, after the Redskins' quarterback when Mark and I were dating. (Jake Carter added "del Fuego," because "everything sounds better with del Fuego at the end.") It fits.
This cat has fallen down stairs. He's caught on fire. He's been sprayed in the face by a skunk. And he's been bitten by a rattlesnake. Yep. Bitten. By a rattlesnake.
Yes, he survived, thanks to Austin Vet Care's Emergency Clinic. And a mortgage payment.
And every time I start to chastise myself for paying for that anti-venin and hospitalization, I just remind myself that SINCE that bite, Rypien has pointed...literally pointed, standing dead still, staring at...three rattlesnakes that we've been able to kill. Rattlesnakes that haven't bitten any other animals, or worse, any of my family.
Here's the reason for tonight's post...
I looked out in the driveway and saw the fat cat, unmoving, staring at something in front of him.
This was that something.
I have seriously got to get a gun. This reaching for anything that can be used as a weapon is a real drag. Or I need to carry an air horn so that someone in my house can hear me when I scream at them to bring a gun...
So thank you, Rypien del Fuego. You big, fat, stupid cat that thought it was funny to jump (all 15 pounds of you) onto my stomach after my hysterectomy. (THAT one he almost didn't survive.)
Enjoy some downtime, Buddy. You've earned it.
***BTW, My friend Bekky, (who also happens to be Jake's wife), was with me when I found Rypien. She was also with me last weekend when I came home with baby chicks. Somehow, I think Bekky is a bad influence on my animal habit.
About three years ago, I fell in love with an incredibly ridiculous red and white tomcat named "Mr. T." And it was crazy. I like a lot of animals, but this one had me. I obsessed over him for days until finally Mark said, "JUST GO GET HIM." (Yes, he may have even yelled. He was tired of hearing about that cat.) So I went and got him before Mark changed his mind...or came to his senses.
Well, that name (Mr. T.? Really??) didn't last, and as soon as we got him cured of the scratched cornea he had when we adopted him, ($$$!! That should have been my warning!), he became a wonderful addition to our home. We named him Rypien, after the Redskins' quarterback when Mark and I were dating. (Jake Carter added "del Fuego," because "everything sounds better with del Fuego at the end.") It fits.
This cat has fallen down stairs. He's caught on fire. He's been sprayed in the face by a skunk. And he's been bitten by a rattlesnake. Yep. Bitten. By a rattlesnake.
Yes, he survived, thanks to Austin Vet Care's Emergency Clinic. And a mortgage payment.
And every time I start to chastise myself for paying for that anti-venin and hospitalization, I just remind myself that SINCE that bite, Rypien has pointed...literally pointed, standing dead still, staring at...three rattlesnakes that we've been able to kill. Rattlesnakes that haven't bitten any other animals, or worse, any of my family.
Here's the reason for tonight's post...
I looked out in the driveway and saw the fat cat, unmoving, staring at something in front of him.
This was that something.
I have seriously got to get a gun. This reaching for anything that can be used as a weapon is a real drag. Or I need to carry an air horn so that someone in my house can hear me when I scream at them to bring a gun...
So thank you, Rypien del Fuego. You big, fat, stupid cat that thought it was funny to jump (all 15 pounds of you) onto my stomach after my hysterectomy. (THAT one he almost didn't survive.)
Enjoy some downtime, Buddy. You've earned it.
***BTW, My friend Bekky, (who also happens to be Jake's wife), was with me when I found Rypien. She was also with me last weekend when I came home with baby chicks. Somehow, I think Bekky is a bad influence on my animal habit.
Oh Kathy, how I miss you! You clever, clever woman - I love you dearly and I'm very proud to call you friend. And you make me feel safe. I would go completely wussy at the sight of a snake.
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