I got an email from reader Robin the other day that cracked me up.
Read your blog every day . . . you make me howl!
But since I’ve been reading you blog we’ve added 3 cats ! Which takes us up to a grand total of 6! I know, I know . . . only half of what you have but dang!
So . . . . with that being said . . . last month we travelled to NC to watch our daughter ride. (she is in college and competes on the western team). I called her one last time to see if has remembered anything else she forgot and wants us to bring. After a couple minutes of chit chat, I ask the question and her response . . .two words . . . cat carrier. My thoughts . . . . F*CKME. I say nothing to her dad . . the less said the better. Cat carrier makes it to the truck and he says ” what’s that for?”, i say “what’s what for?”, he says “the cat carrier”, i say “what???” He’s not dumb, we’ve been doing this dance for 25 years and he knows. In one last feeble attempt he says “we’re not keeping it . . . . right?”, I say “right”. AHAHAHAHAHAHA
My plan was to have it vetted and hand it off to our friends a few farms down for their barn. It’s been six weeks and we are the proud owners of Dr. Perry Cox, TM (trouble maker) Light of my life, pain in my *ss, cock bird to our hen house! He’s not going anywhere, I’ve nursed him back to health and I think the boys like the extra testosterone (even though they won’t admit it) that is currently coursing through the sea of estrogen that is our house . . .
Below are a couple pictures of Dr. Cox . . . thought you might enjoy.
Dr. Cox reading the latest medical journal.
“this patient needs more milk”
Dr. Cox after a long night in the ER
Dr. Perry Cox, if the name doesn’t ring a bell, was the Scrubs character played by John C. McGinley. I loved that show – at least until the last couple of years, when the entire cast left.
Thanks for sharing, Robin!
Lest you forget the beauty of young mister Corbie:
(Ahem, Andrea, you’ll note that Corbie fits nicely in a medium flat-rate box. Which leads one to believe that Charlie would fit nicely and there would even be room for a tiny litter box and maybe some food! Just saying.)
Corbie senses a disturbance in the box-force.
I don’t know what was going on over there, but it caught both their attention.
2010: No entry.
2009: Pink (Milano) is too important to hang out with the little people.
2008: There’s just nothing like having four warm little kittens flopped against you, purring to beat the band.
2007: I CANNED TURKEY BROTH.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday marked six years since we adopted Miz Poo.
Handsome Corbs. *sigh* What a dreamboat…
He certainly is – He reminds me of one of our tabbies – Fluffy was much the same colour as Corbs different stripe pattern… He is such a handsome lil fella!
Dr. Cox is such a clown! (Must be a ginger thing…) I especially like the photo with the baby — so adorable!
Awww, Corbie. He’s so beautiful! I always love seeing pictures of kitties in boxes, but whenever I try to put one out for mine, they just try to rip it up instead of sitting cutely in it.
I think reader Robin needs her own blog.. 🙂 Great story, made me smile and laugh!
and that last photo is great..
Oh, ummm, Charlie will fit in a flat-rate box? Hmmmmmmm. Oh please don’t tempt me. 8-|