Look! My new kitty cat! This is Priscilla, who came to us yesterday and is intended to make Charlie Bugs a very happy man. Isn’t she a long-legged, lovely girl? Love that fluffy tail of hers… she’s a 9 month old calico sphynx, and she’s very loveable and seems great with the kids. I think it’s safe to say I’m smitten. From what I can tell, she’s going to be the type of outgoing, extroverted cat that makes for a successful clinic cat.
Now, you’d think a short, stubby guy like Charlie Bugs would be over the moon. I mean, he’s a dwarf sphynx and has the stubby little legs… think bald wiener cat… and she’s like, the Jessica Rabbit of nekkid ladies. But…. so far neither she nor Charlie are very impressed with one another. Look at the expression of disdainful watchfulness on his face this evening. Lots of grumbling and growling, trading hisses back and forth… but it’s early days.
So why am I blogging cats this evening? This is a new experience! Blogging because I have nothing better to do. I’ll explain. We had a family commitment this evening, and attended despite our better judgment. You know that old adage “if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy”, right? Well, we didn’t want to disappoint Hubby’s mother when she was hosting his great aunt’s 81st birthday bash, and of course we did want to see all the family… but we knew that tonight was forecast for torrential rainfall with potential tornadic activity and flood conditions. So off we went and spent the birthday evening glued to the severe weather coverage. When there was finally a break in the 4 tornado warnings surrounding our location, and it looked like nothing but heavy rain was left, we decided to make a break for home, knowing that driving conditions in this level of deluge would be poor, but not wanting to wait any longer for water levels to rise.
Here in Oklahoma for the past couple of weeks we’ve been taking circuitous routes to avoid all the roads closed and underwater, and when we heard we’d have 4-6 more inches over the weekend, we knew… KNEW!… that there was a good chance that we’d lose at least one of the 2 roads that access our rural property. So we headed out when the sirens were silent, and made for home by an already circuitous route, only to find that indeed, both the roads that access our property are completely impassable. The road we suspected would be underwater we didn’t even try, as we saw a tall truck backing up onto the highway and figured they wouldn’t be traveling in reverse for no good reason. So we bypassed that road, and went along the highway for another mile and tried the next road. Made it all the way to the cross street we needed, but the intersection was literally a river of water… there were actually *rapids* and no way to tell how deep they were or if the road was even under there. So we had to do a bit of reverse driving ourselves as we backtracked to the highway, then decided to make our way into town to the clinic, where we’re now hanging with the clinic cats.
My Young Love is watching The Incredible Hulk. Hubby is enjoying some nekkid kitty attention. Little Sister is snoring on my office couch. I’m idly wondering what kind of Hulk Richard Armitage would make, and blogging badly for lack of anything better to do. Well, as you can see in the picture of Priscilla above… there is a tall stack of charts I *could* work on. But probably my voice recognition software would be confused by The Incredible Hulk dialogue. Yep. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.