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Apr. 19th, 2005
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Isn't it some sort of tragic anniversary or something? Like Oklahoma City, or Waco...?
Nice timing, guys.
Ooh, I get to vote on one of my favorite dead flavors. Uh-oh, I have too many. They must hate me, too many of my favorites are dead. Drat. And none are in their top 10? Grr.
(If you're curious, they're Peanut Butter and Jelly, Southern Pecan Pie, Cool Britannia, Nutty Waffle Cone, Cinnamon, and Apple Crumble. Feel free to artificially bump the stats for my favorites, because it's not like I shouldn't be eating ice cream or anything....)
Nice timing, guys.
Ooh, I get to vote on one of my favorite dead flavors. Uh-oh, I have too many. They must hate me, too many of my favorites are dead. Drat. And none are in their top 10? Grr.
(If you're curious, they're Peanut Butter and Jelly, Southern Pecan Pie, Cool Britannia, Nutty Waffle Cone, Cinnamon, and Apple Crumble. Feel free to artificially bump the stats for my favorites, because it's not like I shouldn't be eating ice cream or anything....)
PETA got sprinklered by a KFC
Apr. 19th, 2005 03:28 pm
Normally, I think that PETA's a bunch of loons (in the bad sense), but this smacks of overeaction. Apparently, they were protesting inhumane killing practices. Sounds reasonable mihi. But this was enough to call out the carnivore calvary. Why, I don't know. Aren't there better ways to spend your life?
I was down in the basement, getting food from the freezer when I hear a mysterious EEEE noise.
Me: ????
Mysterious noise: EEEEE! EEEE!
Me: That sounds like a kitten.
Different Mysterious Noise: Row.
Me: But we can't have kittens, there's no way into the basement. They must be outside.
*goes outside*
Me: HOLY BACK DOOR, BATMAN! The storm door is open! Oh, wait, the inner door is still locked. Well, that's good. I'd hate to be in the house with a sociopathic killer. But this means that the kittens (and hopefully mama cat) must be inside....
*goes inside*
*pauses*
Me: Hey, Mr. Winston? You don't have a kitten do you?
Mr. Winston: Um... no...?
Me: Okay. Hey, can I borrow a flashlight? Thanks.
*down in the basement*
Mysterious Noise: EEE! EEE! EEE!
Me: Well, there are only so many places a mama cat can hide. And if I eliminate the usual suspects first, my life will be substantially easier. Bet it's in that old christmas tree.
Old Christmas Tree: Yes, I will cut your arms. And yes, I am home to a kindle of kittens. And Thunder, that mean cat who keeps abandoning kittens and leaving them to die.
Thunder: Mrow, mrow, I just gave birth, so I won't abandon anything for a week at least. Promise.
Me: Wow, I can finally get this cat fixed and stop her reign of terror! If I can get her to the vet....
That's the end of the entertainment. Mr. Winston is sacrificing a large plastic bin with holes to the cause (since cardboard is *not* going to hold this cat), and my pantry is sacrificing a couple of cans of tuna. She'll be gone by Thursday. I didn't pick the kittens up or anything (homicidal christmas tree, remember?), but judging by size (and the fact that none of them were dead yet, as we've come to expect from Thunder's rather questionable maternal instinct) I placed them at maybe a week old.
Me: ????
Mysterious noise: EEEEE! EEEE!
Me: That sounds like a kitten.
Different Mysterious Noise: Row.
Me: But we can't have kittens, there's no way into the basement. They must be outside.
*goes outside*
Me: HOLY BACK DOOR, BATMAN! The storm door is open! Oh, wait, the inner door is still locked. Well, that's good. I'd hate to be in the house with a sociopathic killer. But this means that the kittens (and hopefully mama cat) must be inside....
*goes inside*
*pauses*
Me: Hey, Mr. Winston? You don't have a kitten do you?
Mr. Winston: Um... no...?
Me: Okay. Hey, can I borrow a flashlight? Thanks.
*down in the basement*
Mysterious Noise: EEE! EEE! EEE!
Me: Well, there are only so many places a mama cat can hide. And if I eliminate the usual suspects first, my life will be substantially easier. Bet it's in that old christmas tree.
Old Christmas Tree: Yes, I will cut your arms. And yes, I am home to a kindle of kittens. And Thunder, that mean cat who keeps abandoning kittens and leaving them to die.
Thunder: Mrow, mrow, I just gave birth, so I won't abandon anything for a week at least. Promise.
Me: Wow, I can finally get this cat fixed and stop her reign of terror! If I can get her to the vet....
That's the end of the entertainment. Mr. Winston is sacrificing a large plastic bin with holes to the cause (since cardboard is *not* going to hold this cat), and my pantry is sacrificing a couple of cans of tuna. She'll be gone by Thursday. I didn't pick the kittens up or anything (homicidal christmas tree, remember?), but judging by size (and the fact that none of them were dead yet, as we've come to expect from Thunder's rather questionable maternal instinct) I placed them at maybe a week old.