So, THIS Happened….

Let me tell you a little something about my cat, Tom N. Jerry.

We came home from a long weekend about 8 years ago when my oldest was about 7 months old. We opened the front door and out bounced this gray little fluffball that I don’t think was even 6 weeks old. Of course, I bring her in and a few hours later, the neighbors come by looking for their lost kitten. She is returned and life moves on.

About every week after that day, a little gray kitten kept coming over, looking for food. She was getting older but looking ragged and shot-out, and coming around more and more frequently. Continue reading


Quiet Babies are Trouble

When my 7yo was 1, she was pretty quiet. Not quite the talker she is now, but she was always curious.

I came home from work one day and her dad and her were MIA – no where to be found. He wasn’t working at the time so he spent the days with the kids. For me, he would take lots and lots of pictures and leave them in the camera for me to go through when I got home from work. I loved it.

It wasn’t unusual for them to be gone; he liked to take them to the lake or the park … anything to get out of the house.

I’m flipping through the pictures one by one and they’re pretty typical. Kids eating, taking a bath, posing on the sofa, etc. Basic stuff. Until I got to the last one.

My mouth dropped open. I had to blink 100 times to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing. It took 5 full minutes for me to be able to speak, and even then, all I could muster up was a weak, “What the fuck?!”

I’m not totally sure why she was IN the toilet… nonetheless, there she was, sitting inside the toilet, happy as a pig in shit.

I threw out the outfit she was wearing and she took a 3-hour bath AS SOON AS she got home.