My line of thought is squiggly ...

I'm not sure where I'm going to end up with this post, but I'm going to start with this kitten that my Pookie wanted to keep out of our litter. Her name is actually Sukai, but I call her Susie Snot-a-Lot. I'm not sure exactly what is going on in her little cat brain, but she stalks me through the house so that she can sneeze on me. Seriously. I can hear her snuffling and meowing from the next room. When she finds me, she climbs my leg ...doesn't matter if I'm standing or sitting, she climbs my leg ... sneezes and blows kitty snot all over me, jumps down and goes to find her sister, M.K. (short for Mary Katherine Gallagher), or Pookie. Pookie, of course, thinks it's hilarious and starts giggling when she hears me say, "Hi there Sukai, did ya need to sneeze again?"

She is a cat of many names. Sukai, Susie Snot-a-Lot, the Gray-White Hunter





Her specialty is catching chairs, but she's not half bad at catching my arm and then gnawing on it like a corn on the cob.


This has been a horrible year for spiders. I don't know where they keep coming from. I've killed more spiders in this house in the last month than I've seen in here in the last 4 years . I've gone through a bazillion and a half cans of hairspray killing those little buggers. I've hairsprayed them, painted them and had scarespiders hanging all over the place to no avail. They just keep coming. On my adventures in shopping, I found this little gem



Do you see that? It KILLS ON CONTACT. That is a little white lie. It does kill them, but it fails to mention that before they die they will go crazy, stand on their head, and then RUN DIRECTLY AT YOU, which may possibly make you shriek like a girl while dancing backwards across the kitchen, clocking yourself in the back of the head with the open cabinet door and climb on top of the counter that holds the scalding hot toaster oven where you just toasted your English muffins, where you might stay until the spider goes into its final death throes and finally curls up and dies.
I'm not saying that WILL happen, just that it COULD.
There must be a nest of these little freaks behind my sink and dishwasher, 'cause that's where they keep showing up. Big, black, hairy, 8-legged freaks. They stare at me, daring me to make a move.
I think they can smell fear.
I need a spider killin' super hero