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July 11, 2006
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Walking home from Greg and Mita's last night, we were approaching the alley that runs behind our house when we saw what looked like a skunk coming out of our driveway (I think it may have come out from under our dead van, please please don't let them be living there) and moving in a strange, wobbly manner towards the street. It looked like the beast with ten heads, and ten fluffy white tails. Just one block previous we had been met by a friendly, scrawny little black cat who had decided to accompany us home. I scrambled for the camera with one eye on the writhing mass of skunk and the other on our little stray, lest she give chase and get us all sprayed (Peter and I just bathed his mom's cat in tomato juice on Sunday, we're not doing it again). Meanwhile Peter was saying, "you'll never get a good picture, it's too dark, holy shit there are at least three skunks there, no there's four, your flash won't work from that far away, get closer, don't get too close, no, it's five skunks!" (I'm paraphrasing a bit here).
This crappy grainy papparazi shot is the best I can do. You don't seriously expect me to get closer than this to five skunks, do you?
Afterwards we were sitting on the porch and saw the skunks crossing the street a block down, still writhing together in one big mass. It's so funny that they walk around like that, it was like all the little kindergarteners holding onto the rope. What's not so funny is the asshole in the SUV who deliberately swerved to try to hit them (he missed). Don't worry though, I've taken care of that guy and soon his milk will be prematurely curdled and his cakes will fall in the oven and his hens will lay rotten eggs.
Yes, we gave the kitty some food. She was very thin, very affectionate and very, very hungry. But before anyone suggests it, we're not keeping her! My dad and his wife are a couple of crazy cat ladies who have had as many as eleven cats at one time, and now that the cycle of life has whittled the cat population in their house down to a manageable five, suddenly they've found a baby kitten in their flower garden, they've got a new skittish stray coming around to get fed, and are talking about getting another kitten to keep the little one company. Gah! I refuse, do you hear me I REFUSE to be the sort of person that cats in need seek out because they know I'll take care of them. At least until Benny's dead so she'll stop chasing them away.
And no, I didn't see last night's stray again today, so hopefully she's found herself a new home already; she's sweet and loving enough that I'm pretty sure somebody would be happy to have her. As for the Old Kitty, he actually tried to walk right in my front door today (Benny put a stop to that, and when I went out to have a look I found that my neighbour Darlene's cat was out there egging him on; I swear they've got a conspiracy among them, to turn me into this).* So I went to the back porch and called him over from the neighbour's back yard, where he'd fled to in mock terror of the fat girl, to get fed. And he came. I'm doomed.
*how many more times do you think I can link to this story? I could forget about this lady and get on with my life if it weren't for that amazing giant dildo she's carrying.
Posted by jodi at July 11, 2006 05:06 PM | categories: general
Comments
Neat picture....
I hope you've paid your hydro bill cuz the neon sign above your house uses a LOT of electricity!
Why, it's the one that says "Sucker."
LOL! Just kidding!
Posted by: Sandy at July 11, 2006 05:22 PM
I never saw my DH move so fast as when we had a little ole skunk outside out tent one summer vacation......
Posted by: chris at July 11, 2006 05:33 PM
I love any stalwart refusal to become a crazy cat lady that is immediately followed up with "at least not until" anything. You are doomed. (Full disclosure: my mom has six or seven cats, and I have two but refuse to get any more, at least not until our lease no longer forbids it.)
Posted by: anne at July 11, 2006 05:55 PM
I have a skunk living somewhere in my back yard (I suspect under the storage shed), and the dog has been sprayed twice now. Stupid dog.
The smell of fresh skunk spray (is that an oxymoron?) is overwhelmingly awful. I had to escape the house both times, and my clothes smelled like skunk for a week just from what was hanging in the air.
I hate skunks.
Posted by: NWJR at July 11, 2006 06:10 PM
Skunks can be cute though... =) From a distance. I've never, ever had a dog sprayed with a skunk. I'm sure my opinion would change...
This is the first time I've heard of Rosalind Gregson, but does anyone else feel that her husband should also be responsible?! I mean, if I had an exhorbant amount of animals, there is some responsibility of those I live with if I am neglecting them, is there not? Maybe they just think that she's a 'crazy cat/dog lady' and that's enough of a stereotype that it makes her husband innocent?
Posted by: Hari at July 11, 2006 06:58 PM
I totally love skunks. I even like the way the spray smells. Not in the same way I love the smell of roses or patchouli or baking choco chip cookies, mind you, but I like the smell nonetheless. I've come nose to nose with 'em. They are such cute little rodents! :-) Much better than bunnies. Bunnies are dumb. Skunks are clever. :-)
Posted by: Merouda at July 11, 2006 08:29 PM
Oh, wow! We had some skunks walking together in a big mass at our house once. It was a mother and her babies, I think. They were out in our yard at dusk and it looked like some crazy gliding ghost-type thing. We watched them glide down the street. It was so cool!
Then we got a dog that gets sprayed once a month in summer and I'm not so fond of skunks in our yard anymore.
Not only is that a giant amazing dildo, it's a giant amazing SPACESHIP dildo.
Posted by: Adrian at July 11, 2006 09:08 PM