Holy crap......what we gonna talk bout today?
I was sit'n there yesterday afternoon watch'n my dad gum feet swell up again. Yesterday morn'n they was in pretty good shape. Counted a total of ten toes. Speak'n of toes, I beat the hell out one this morn'n. Slamed that sucker up against a cabinet....OUCH!!!!.....an' a few choice words. I can say choice words ya know, I'm over 70 an' when you're over 70, you can do an' say anything ya want. An' I do on rare occasions.
Well, as far as I know, I still have them damn cat puppies up under "da house". I tried a Google search an' that didn't help none. I'm need'n to get some stuff done so I can go down the road a piece, but I ain't gonna do it till them cats are safe in another location. Dad gum cats.
I'm think'n I can have "Sally da house" an' the "billy jeep" ready to roll in bout a couple days....if'n I get off'n my lazy ass an' do something (I'm over 70, I can say that). The radiator leak in the Jeep can wait since I'll be towing it. I'm willing to take the chance on that battery control center circuit board. I ain't got a whole lot that needs done. Well, actually I do. I got to decide what to leave behind. Like the "billy bike an' the "bubba boat". I ain't rode the "billy bike" but two times since I been back in Sinton an' what makes me think I'll ride it in Georgia? Think'n I'll just give it to Frank an' forget bout damn bicycles. Unless it has a motor on it.
Then there's the "bubba boat". I've had plenty opportunity to put it in the water right here, but it sits in the back of that POS "that jeep" do'n nuttin. Now that I think bout it, the "bubba boat" will visit Georgia. After all the $$$$$$ I spend on that sucker, it's gonna get wet.
Just in case ya ain't never see a picture of my "bubba boat". That's the same one I burned a couple holes in an' almost sinked 'cause of a dad gum fish what got snagged on my fish'n pole. Inks Lake, 20011.
Have ya ever done everything ya ever wanted to do? I have. Shoot, there ain't a whole lot I want to do no more. I'm talk'n bout dreams an' goals in your life....not stuff like fish'n an' golf'n. There's still a lot of places I would like to see, or maybe go back an' visit, but they ain't all that important to me no more. In fact, there's a lot of work involved. An' I don't like work. Nor snow. "So what the hell ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Hell, I don't know. *sit'n here think'n bout that*
What my departure date may be....I have no idea. Was hope'n I would be on the road by the 15th....of last month, but that's questionable. I still got to do my taxes. Now where the hell did I put all the paperwork? I need gas an' propane, warsh the winders, put stuff up so's it don't fall on the floor.....my god, I got lots to do. And I got to make another trip to Port Aransas. And Walmart to refill prescriptions....a few groceries, stuff like that. Sheesh, I ain't never gonna get out of here.
Ok, that's my Sunday. I'll see each an' every one of you tomorrow. Hopefully with some good news.
I was sit'n there yesterday afternoon watch'n my dad gum feet swell up again. Yesterday morn'n they was in pretty good shape. Counted a total of ten toes. Speak'n of toes, I beat the hell out one this morn'n. Slamed that sucker up against a cabinet....OUCH!!!!.....an' a few choice words. I can say choice words ya know, I'm over 70 an' when you're over 70, you can do an' say anything ya want. An' I do on rare occasions.
Well, as far as I know, I still have them damn cat puppies up under "da house". I tried a Google search an' that didn't help none. I'm need'n to get some stuff done so I can go down the road a piece, but I ain't gonna do it till them cats are safe in another location. Dad gum cats.
I'm think'n I can have "Sally da house" an' the "billy jeep" ready to roll in bout a couple days....if'n I get off'n my lazy ass an' do something (I'm over 70, I can say that). The radiator leak in the Jeep can wait since I'll be towing it. I'm willing to take the chance on that battery control center circuit board. I ain't got a whole lot that needs done. Well, actually I do. I got to decide what to leave behind. Like the "billy bike an' the "bubba boat". I ain't rode the "billy bike" but two times since I been back in Sinton an' what makes me think I'll ride it in Georgia? Think'n I'll just give it to Frank an' forget bout damn bicycles. Unless it has a motor on it.
Then there's the "bubba boat". I've had plenty opportunity to put it in the water right here, but it sits in the back of that POS "that jeep" do'n nuttin. Now that I think bout it, the "bubba boat" will visit Georgia. After all the $$$$$$ I spend on that sucker, it's gonna get wet.
Have ya ever done everything ya ever wanted to do? I have. Shoot, there ain't a whole lot I want to do no more. I'm talk'n bout dreams an' goals in your life....not stuff like fish'n an' golf'n. There's still a lot of places I would like to see, or maybe go back an' visit, but they ain't all that important to me no more. In fact, there's a lot of work involved. An' I don't like work. Nor snow. "So what the hell ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Hell, I don't know. *sit'n here think'n bout that*
What my departure date may be....I have no idea. Was hope'n I would be on the road by the 15th....of last month, but that's questionable. I still got to do my taxes. Now where the hell did I put all the paperwork? I need gas an' propane, warsh the winders, put stuff up so's it don't fall on the floor.....my god, I got lots to do. And I got to make another trip to Port Aransas. And Walmart to refill prescriptions....a few groceries, stuff like that. Sheesh, I ain't never gonna get out of here.
Ok, that's my Sunday. I'll see each an' every one of you tomorrow. Hopefully with some good news.
Not sure about how it works where you are, but in many places there are cat rescue groups that do trap, neuter, and return (TNR). They may be able to get mom and babies out from under the RV. They will hold on to mom and the kittens and then spay and return mom when the kittens are weaned. The kittens then go up for adoption. If you can't find a local group on-line, check out your local Petsmart and Petco. They often host rescue groups that connect you with the TNR people.
ReplyDeleteAnony, all the cats at "El Rancho Abraham" are wild cats (bout 15 of 'em)....not even close to pets. I think I noted the other day that there is no way a rescue group can get to the cats and the new borns will remain in hiding until their mama moves them, I'll have to just wait them out.
DeleteHow bout if you fire up the engine and just let it run for a few minutes, the mama might just get her babies outta there. I can't remember how old the kittens are by now, but I think mama might start carrying them out. It's worth a try, and you could even move the MH a foot or so. I had a problem with mice living under my 5th wheel a few years back when I was camphosting at Lassen National Park. When I left and drove the 6 miles of gravel road, all the mice bailed out and I never had a problem again. I think you'd need to keep Sadie Mae confined inside the house because she would probably frighten the cats.
ReplyDeleteI already did the engine run'n thing...an' I'm still stomp'n on the inside floors. No help.
DeleteBut I do think you are right bout Sadie Mae.
Heck, let the rescue group (s) try it. Nothing to lose. They can trap the bigger ones.
ReplyDeleteAll of the cats on the property should be TNR'd. That solves the problem for the long term. If the kittens can be trapped before 8 weeks, they can be socialized. The wild momma gets spayed and returned. Win-win for the people and the cats.
ReplyDeleteGet yourself on the road, whenever you can.
ReplyDeleteFinally got caught up on your blog!
ReplyDeleteHave you tried luring momma with a can of tuna? The smell will attract her but do keep Sadie Mae inside so she wont hurt her.