If it doesn’t rain today and if Waylon the Gravel Dude can make it work, we will be getting a dump truck load of new driveway this afternoon. And you know what that means, right? Free beer to anyone over the age of 21 who would like to come over and help us spread it out. The more hands we have, the quicker we can be done… Also, BYOS (bring your own shovel)
Bobcat Greyskull returned to us last night, and he is officially a “bobcat.” His tail has been snipped appropriately and in order to keep him from pulling out his stitches, he was placed in the cone billboard of shame.
Now, don’t let the Billboard of Shame fool you. It hasn’t slowed turbo-kitteh down one iota. As a matter of fact, I think it contains the powers of super speed and agility with an increase of +30 in Spazztasticness. He rocks that billboard, is what I’m saying.
He seriously doesn’t slow down until he falls into a coma which is why the majority of the pics of him are blurs. Like this one.
And after a few hours of nonstop pinballing around the house, he crashes hard.
Then he wakes, hits the catnip pipe and goes for it again.
I owe El Jefe a huge barrel of thanks for taking Bobcat Greyskull to the vet and making sure the little fella is healthy. And I’m probably going to owe him a dump truck of thanks after I work him like a junkyard dog he lovingly volunteers to help spread gravel. hehehehe Seriously, ❤ x 1000.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 