In other pet news, Junebug managed to get himself skunked during his nightly catting around and hooo boy howdy, does he stank. I have been asked by no less than two separate people if I plan to bathe him in tomato juice. My reply was: Scoff. Of course not. A) it doesn't remove the skunk smell at all so you end up with a skunky/tomato-y pet, and B) do I look that stupid? Junebug is a strong little cat with at least 97 claws placed strategically on his body and I don't really like bleeding. And poor baby, to add insult to injury, he followed me out to my car to "help" me look for my cell phone, but he didn't make his presence known. I opened the car door, hunted around for a while, and eventually found the phone. The next morning, I heard a plaintive "roowr" coming from my car, as that is where Junebug spent the night after I accidentally locked his skunky ass in there. So my car smelled a little ripe that day, but from the Pepe le Pew residue, because Buggy was a good boy and didn't poop or pee in the car. His sister's fur STILL hasn't grown back from her mosquito bite incident, so she has a bald nose and spotty ears. I tried to take a picture of her face to show the Information Superhighway just how un-cute/cute she is, but she wiggled too much.
In other OTHER news, some wacky Brits are coming to San Antonio next month in August, which is the summer, because they could have come when it wasn't 102% humidity, but I guess Hell was all booked up in August so they're coming here. Does no one ever listen? Ever?6 comments so far