Landmines.

There has been this new boy floating around…. Well. There were two or three really, an odd assortment of texting buddies and random dates. For reasons I can’t explain, this newest one just sort of stole the spot light. He entered center stage and doesn’t seem interested in ever leaving. So my mornings for the past week or so have been spent getting breakfast with him.

One such morning we were standing around in my driveway, so I thought I’d be nice and bring my dog outside.

My dog was so excited to be in a part of the yard she’d never seen before. Maybe too excited, as suddenly she was doing her business in the driveway. Not wanting either one of us to step in it, I quickly started kicking dirt over the offensive pile. Devaw just laughed at me. “What are you, a cat?” I just laughed along with him. Then, as an after thought, “In the army, that’s called a landmine.”

Spidercat.

One of my cats always brings me the best things… And by best, I mean absolutely horrid.

I predict… Cats. And trash.

Recent events in my life have forced me to take a really good look at myself, and my belongings. And I’ve noticed something about my habits that will, more than likely, carry through to my old age. If I survive that long. I’m sensing a general theme of hoarding, and cats.

The Dying Cat Story…

I may or may not have a minor obsession with collecting animals for pets…