Good Kitty, Bad Kitty.

Oscar-Tyrone is a good kitty. He likes to lay in the middle of the floor and go to sleep.

I don't have a problem with this, as I can easily step over him.

I mean, I can leave yarn on the floor, and dude won't give it a second look.



On the other hand, there's Kramer William. He got isshas.

Sleeping in the dirty laundry.

And I caught him sleeping on top of the dryer the other day.



As you can see, he's looking at me like this shouldn't be an issue.



I didn't knock him down. Afterall, those are my sister Kentucky's towels, not mine.

LOL...

As Kramer is a temporary house guest, there's always a chance of him going home to his mama, Chayse.

Seems as if Chayse is ready for her son to come on home...



That's gonna be interesting.

I wonder what stories are gonna come out of that? Especially when Chayse's Mama has to clean up after him.

LOL.

We'll see.

You all have a very nice weekend!

Semi-Wordless Wednesday

I walked past my laundry basket the other night.

And something move when I threw a towel in the basket.

I must've jump 100 feet in the air. Scared the heck out of me!

I moved the towel, turned on the light, and it was the "permanent houseguest", a sleeping Kramer.

That lil' joker was sleeping GOOD.

That's what I call a "sleepy face" for real!

I yelled for him to get out of there, but he just looked at me and went back to sleep.



"Oh, put that camera away Oldgirl. I am going back to sleep."

Humph. He needs a bath. If it wasn't a shame, I'd throw his butt right in the washer with the laundry.

Hmm... a passing thought. I don't need the PETA people burning my house down.

LOL

A Chicken Tale

Chicken is good.

I like it cooked in a variety of ways, but I really like it baked or stewed.

This curry chicken from Cynthia Nelson's Taste of Home blog looks quite scrumptious:




Throw that on a plate with some rice and beans and it is ON!

Now, baked or stewed chicken is great.

But ain't nothing like fried chicken!!

This batch of "chicken in de ruff" from that same Taste Like Home blog looks mighty tasty!!

Even good ol' Indian street food like chicken-on-a-stick looks good, like these tasty Tandoori pops, from the foodie blog Hooked on Heat...

Goodness!

(I posted those pictures for That Original Oldgirl Chele. She sho nuff loves herself some good food porn. Gotcha, didn't I, Oldgirl!? LOL).

Well, that was the one place I messed up during our fast: I had some fried chicken.

Yo, it wasn't like I meant to.

Fooling with my lil' sister Kentucky is what did me in.

It's all Kentucky's fault!!

And here's what happened:

Well, the night I went to visit my father, on January 12th I believe, I was having isshas. Real crazy isshas for a couple of days.

I was craving some good fried chicken.

I don't know why. I only eat fried chicken only once or twice per month. I just didn't get it!

And when I went to my father's house, I had to pass a Mrs. Winner's fried chicken restaurant.

I slowed down and leaned over the steering wheel a bit. The big red, yellow and white sign was talking to me...

"Come hither, Oldgirl. Come hither, and get a piece of chicken. You know you want it."

Man, I had to talk to myself. REALLY talk to myself.

And keep on driving.

On my way home from my father's house, I had to pass the same restaurant. But I paid it no attention because I was deeply pondering this meeting with my father. Passed right by the place without so much as a second look.

But I made it home, parked in the garage and went in the house and I saw this...

My permanent houseguest, Kramer William.

My attentions were focused on him for the rest of the week. Everytime I saw him, I'd say:

Hey, there little boy Kramer!

Look at that lil' leg of yours!

Bet I can salt and pepper up that leg!

Shake a lil' flour on that leg!

Drop it in some Hot Grease!

Hawt Grease!

Fry it up, real crispy like.

Good eatin'! Gooooood eatin'!


Poor Kramer.

He already doesn't get much attention, and is rather bored with us all, even his boy Oscar-Tyrone.

Normally, he'll come up to me, and I would rub him. But I think he saw that look in my eye. He'd scramble away, just out of my reach.

(Incidently, the other cat Oscar Tyrone, was no where to be found.)

I was borderline delirious. Yes I was.

This went on for a few days. Eventually I was alright. There would be no meat until February. Just accepted it, and kept it moving.

That was until I opened the fridge early on the following Sunday morn to retrieve some bottled water. There was a strange Wal-mart bag in there. I felt it with my hand.

It felt like a pack of chicken.

I smiled like Miss Celie smiled.

I walked into the living room and called upstairs to my sister.

"Kentucky!!!!!"

She, in her usually calm manner, opened her bedroom door and looked out over the banister. "Yes, Lisa?"

"You bought some chicken?"

"Uh, yeah."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"I wanted to fry it. But I was waiting for you to leave so I could and not mess you up. But you won't leave."

"And I ain't leaving," I quickly said. "Fry it up, because I want a piece."

"B-, But," she stuttered. "I don't wanna mess you up, Lisa. And the grease from the take-out chicken places messes my stomach up. I can only fry it myself, but you won't leave."

"Whatever!" I yelled. "Fry it up, before I get around here and fry up Kramer!"

*Kentucky peers over banister down at LadyLee, her eyebrows raised in pure fright.*

She could've said no, but Kentucky is the type that wants no problems. So, she fried up some chicken that night. Doggonit, it was GOOD. I think I had 4 chicken wings.

But after it was all said it done, I was laying in the bed later that evening, thinking quietly to myself...

"I could've had a V-8."

Didn't have chicken again until the Superbowl. Still had that feeling that a V-8 would have been more enjoyable.

Me and Kentucky are still laughing about that.

I'm sure Kramer is breathing a sigh of relief.

But I still feel like, there is nothing in the world like GOOD fried chicken.

Even if I don't really care for it like I use to.

LOL

Strange Kitties

There's some really strange behavior going on between Oscar Tyrone, and the "permanent houseguest" Kramer William.

They have been sharing the most coveted position in the house: the soft top of the lounge chair.

This is usually Oscar's spot. Kramer reluctantly takes the area below, the actual seat of the lounge chair. Several fights have broken out over positions, as Oscar is terribly possesive of the blanket and his sleeping space.

But lately, Oscar has scooted over and allowed Kramer to sleep with him.


Strange.

Especially strange is the way they are peering at me.


Kramer: "I should attack that broad."

Oscar: "Naw. Leave her alone. She might get mad and mess around and not clean that litter box. She'll leave us alone in a minute."

LOL.

(If only I knew what they were really thinking).

Silly Cat!

I tell you, ain't nothing like a houseguest that gets all comfortable, knowing he's gonna stay for a good long while, free of charge. They get real lazy, and then even get the notion to get a little crazy.

The houseguest I'm speaking of is my permanent houseguest, Kramer.

Just look at him. That boy LOOKS lazy.

Laying all over the place, especially in places where he don't have any business laying.



Laying up in every crook and cranny. . .


Just getting in where he fits in...


Now, when his Mama Chayse came over for Memorial Day to spend some time with him, she saw a nice ball of yarn on the floor. "There's a ball of yarn," she yelled with a bit too much glee. She ran over to it. "Kramer, let's play with the yarn."

She was puzzled when Kramer tucked his tail, and slowly walked away.

"He don't play with the yarn, baby. Put that back down on the floor."

She was confused and I wasn't going to explain it to her. She placed the yarn back on the floor, and came and sat next to me.

No, Kramer don't fool with the yarn.

I caught his butt playing with my yarn a few months ago. I was erasing pics from my camera and I happened to walk up on him. I told him plainly, when he took up residence at my house, to not even think about playing with my yarn.

But I caught him having a GOOD time with it.



I mean, he was REALLY enjoying himself.



!Silly Cat!

And what made it so bad, Oscar-Tyrone was sitting there watching him. It was like "Yeah, I'ma sit here and watch what's gonna happen when Lee see you messing with her yarn, dude."

I snapped a couple of pictures, then I proceeded to. . .

Uh, Never mind. I don't need the animal rights folks picketing my house.

Let's just say. . . Kramer don't fool with my yarn anymore!

Birthday Week Food for Thought: "Obstacles"

Count em' down, now! 3 days 'til my birthday...

Post #350

This is my birthday week...

So, in a meager attempt NOT to have such a loooooong birthday post, like my 9 page deranged manifesto of last year, I thought I would do some smaller posts and break them up over the week... I must tell you, it's nothing exciting or anything. Just things that I have found myself thinking about over the past 12 months. Things that have made me happy, made me sad... things that I've learned, things I've changed and things I can't change...

Yeah, that sums it up.

So I must say...

I think a lot about obstacles.

Kramer, my "permanent house guest", likes to jump up on the stool next to the kitchen island. He likes to watch us walk back and forth, and likes to take the occasional swipe at us as we walk by.

But I just know the little joker wants to jump up on the counter.

So, I placed a bright shiny piggy bank on the counter to deter such thoughts that may enter his little brain.

As you can see, he peers at it curiously.


Takes a chance and tries to touch it. He's very careful about it, of course.

Then he looks up at me like I'm crazy.

"Move this doggone thing LadyLee, so I can jump on the counter."

Eventually, Kramer lays down. I suppose he ponders the shiny piggy bank... that thing that's keeping him from jumping up on the counter.

He ponders a bit more...

Then he eventually turns his back on it...
After awhile, he jumped down and retired to his favorite hiding place (my closet) for one of his many naps of the day.

Thank goondness that obstacle was there. If he'd jumped on that counter, he would have gotten yelled at pretty bad. (You know how us women can get when we get MAD.)

I think a lot about obstacles...

Oh yes... we are always told that if there is an obstacle in the path to our dreams, we have to jump over it, run around it, push it out the way, use it as a stepping stone, etc...

But what about the obstacles that are there to keep us out of trouble?

I read an interesting Bible Verse some years back, a good 10 years ago. It was in the book of Psalms, in my Message bible, and for the life of me, I cannot find it. Been searching, but can't find it. (And ya'll know how looooong the book of Psalms is. Goodness gracious.)

But at any rate, I will always remember it. It was a Psalm of David praying to God, and it said something to the effect of "...God, You blocks roads to nowhere, opens roads to somewhere..."

Something like that. I remember thinking, "Hmmm... that's bizarre. Never heard anyone talk about that before."

But it's not really bizarre...

I added that to my prayers. Something to the effect of, "Lord if I'm about to be caught up in some craziness, block all that stuff up. I want NO parts of it. NONE."

I can think of little things I went through in the last year or so, that in my hearts of hearts I had no business trying to be hooked up with or be a part of, but I was trying my best to be a part of.

(I know that's vague, but you get my drift).

I mean, you know how it is, when you trying your BEST to hook up with people and stuff just don't go right. You keep missing each other, just missed a phone call here or there, something comes up, all KINDS of stuff. Usually it takes a minute for the light bulb to go off, and for me to be like...

"You know what? Maybe I'm not suppose to be in this situation. Maybe these are obstacles."

Then I find out later, after the dust settles, and the truth comes out, that I'm frickin' glad everything didn't work out.

Yes, I know that when there are obstacles that are in the way of me attaining a goal, then I must do all I can to get around said obstacles.

But I am also thankful for the obstacles that keep me out of bad situations.

And hope they show up again, right when I need them.