So yes, I am back from Myrtle Beach! (There were entries posted on Saturday and Sunday, if you missed ’em.)

We drove from Myrtle Beach to Alabama on Saturday, a drive that took 11 1/2 hours. It wasn’t bad at all – I spent the first few hours reading and watching Gossip Girl on my iPod, a couple of hours driving, and the rest of the trip reading and watching Gossip Girl (I find Serena van der Woodsen the most boring character on all of television and have a slight crush on Chuck Bass. Shaddup.). I came home to a needy Miz Poo and the faint smell of cat pee at my desk. The cats went on a peeing rampage while I was gone, peeing on the cat beds on my desk as a reaction to the fact that Fred wouldn’t let them outside until he got home in the afternoon. He washed a lot of cat beds while I was gone, and the cat beds didn’t smell like pee. It took me a couple of hours to find it, but find it I did – one of those monsters managed to pee in my desk drawer.


I had a really good time in Myrtle Beach. I couldn’t connect to the internet with my netbook unless I was sitting out on the steps in front of the condo, so I didn’t spend much time online. It was kind of nice to have the time away from the internet, honestly. The weather was absolutely beautiful – sunny and warm except for Thursday, which was still sunny for most of the day. We spent a couple of hours in the afternoon on the beach, most days. I didn’t go in the water, because I am a great big wimp, but my father went swimming one day.

Would you believe I only saw one cat, the entire time? The last morning, I was out on the steps before the sun was up, trying to connect to the internet, and a dilute calico came slinking through. I spoke to her, she spoke to me, and then she went along her way.

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“Hi. Hi! HI! Come here and rub mah belleh!”

Is it just me, or does Starsky look particularly guilty, like I caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

Slap fight!

“Why you keep following me around, Mister Tail?”

“Does this bucket smell funny to you?”

Hutch, up close.

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Reacher and Loony Jake bond.


2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Whyyyyyyyyyyy does life have to be so haaaaaaaaaaard?!”
2006: “Um. Whatcha do with that squirrel, Momma?” I asked.
2005: If he was a dog, he’d be a bulldog.



10-18-10 — 8 Comments

  1. I always thought your house was full of litter boxes. Guess Miz Poo wasn’t the only needy one.
    I must say the video of you walking with Buster was one of the cutest things I have ever seen. That boy is a treasure. Well, all four of the ‘worms’ are treasures IMO.
    Glad you had a good time.

  2. Seriously, does anyone know why cats sass back with peeing? I really don’t get it. If anyone has the answer (and a prevention) please let me and the world know!!!

  3. GD: Good question! I’d much prefer any other way of showing their displeasure. Cat pee is the WORST.

    Gerri: There are TONS of litter boxes in this house – it always seems like way too many to ME. 🙂

  4. Awwwww Starsky and Hutch are just the best!! And so is Reacher and lovely Jake!!!

    Yikes to finding cat pee in your desk drawer! Oh dear!! Guess the kitties were just re-marking their territory?!? I think! Awww but alls well that ends well!! 🙂

    Glad you had a great time at Myrtle Beach!! And only one kitty to say hello to? Aww but what a kitty! take care

  5. I grew up with a Siamese cat that would pee in the toaster if you left it on the counter. She destroyed at least 3 toasters, burning pee/toast is not a nice smell. So we kept the toaster off the counter, gave her a cat bed on the counter and everything was hunky dory from then on. The little blighters are very good at getting our attention.

  6. Glad you had a good vacation… but sorry it was a smelly homecoming! Our feline friends don’t like change and not having you around all day was a huge change for them. At least you know you were missed! 😉

  7. Sarskey & Hutch are TOO cute. I love how similar they are, except for the noses!

    Reacher is gonna be your… 14th? cat. I know you’ve thought of this. I’ve thought of it for months. Unless someone extra super awesome comes along to adopt him, he’s perm-resident material for sure. When they’re relaxin’ at the house, are they still on Petfinder?