This is what greeted me (and my daughter) when we opened the door to our downstairs play area this morning -- along with two not-so-innocent-looking cats who acted as though it was no big deal, which really, it wasn't.
You live in the country (hey, compared to Manhattan, where I grew up, this IS the country). Mice live in the country. You do the math.
I am actually extemely proud of our little mousers (though I am sure it was mostly, if not all, Felix's doing). This is, I believe, their fourth or fifth kill since we've lived here (nine years now -- EEK -- now THAT's scary).
And contrary to the B. Kliban cat (at right), our cats do not eat them little mousies, nor bite their little heads off, nor nibble at their tiny feet. (Well, maybe there's a little nibbling.) They are just in it for the sport. Think mouse hockey.
Oh, and in case you're wondering what happened to the mouse, after snapping several mug shots of the victim (though actually my daughter took the one above), I donned my yellow latex gloves, grabbed a plastic bag, gently lifted and bagged the mouse, and deposited it in the garbage can in our garage -- without awaking the spouse, who is still sound asleep, upstairs.
As for Felix, he is taking a well deserved nap.
(Hmmm.... I wonder if Felix is keeping score, if in some dark corner downstairs he has one of those prison-wall-style hash mark systems noting his kills.)
I'm sitting here watching Pelfrey pitch against the Florida Marlins (because I'm a huge Mets fan, and I have no social life), and it is seriously grossing me out.
Don't get me wrong, I like Mike Pelfrey, especially when he doesn't balk three times in a game. (He also happens to be pretty cute.) But ever since WFAN's morning talk show host Craig Carton went off about Pelfrey licking his hands after (or before) every pitch the other morning, how it was almost like he was making out with his hand, I cannot watch Pelfrey pitch.
Making matters worse, this morning WFAN Boomer & Carton Show producer Al Dukes debuted his homage to Pelfrey's pitching ritual, titled "Lick My Hand," sung to the tune of Hootie and the Blowfish's "Hold My Hand," which you can hear here.
I realize that all baseball players have their batter's box tics -- whether it's adjusting their "junk" or their batting gloves or crossing themselves or sticking out their tongue while waiting for a pitch. But licking one's hands between pitches... ew. (It is also HIGHLY unsanitary. I know, like Pelfrey or the Mets care.)
But, as long as Pelfrey keeps winning games, even with spitballs, I'll remain a fan -- though I'll have to turn my head away (or pray that camera man does) between pitches.
***FOR MORE ON THE PELF, HIS OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE PRE-PITCH HAND LICKING, AND AL DUKES "PELFREY MEETS MICHAEL JACKSON" SONG, CLICK HERE.***
Though is anyone really surprised that Archie Andrews, that red-headed slacker of the eponymous comic books, took 68 years to pop the question -- and popped it to heiress Veronica Lodge instead of good ole reliable gal pal Betty Cooper?
While it may be one of the few times in history that a man (fictional or real) chose a brunette over a blonde (though, according to the website Jezebel, brunettes have been making a comeback), are any of you really surprised that Archie picked Veronica over Betty? Really? Cause in the real world, given a choice, like, eight or nine times out of ten, the guy goes for the bitchy, seemingly unattainable girl instead of the cute, nice girl who would kill for a date with him, even if he is a total loser. And at least when I was reading Archie comics, Archie clearly preferred Veronica over Betty, even though Veronica treated Archie like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her extremely expensive peep-toe shoes that she wanted to scrape off.
Anyway, the comic (#600!) arrives on newsstands, or wherever Archie comics are sold these days, later this summer, in August, and already there is a huge outcry. (To read what fans are saying and/or express your own opinion head on over to Archie & best friend/man Jughead's blog, which broke the news, and where the image is from. Also check out TODAYShow.com contributor Mike Celizic's piece on the impending proposal.)
No word from former (?) rival for Veronica's affections Reggie Mantle on the late-breaking news.
Some of you (like certain golf-playing second cousins of mine ; ) may have been aware of this trend. However, the existence of golf babes only came to my attention last week, after I saw (and read) an article from Time.com titled "Lady Golfers for Rent: Escort Service for Duffers" on CNN.com.
My first reaction: Who would want to rent a woman golfer? When I was growing up most of the women I saw playing golf (with the exception of my mother, a former model) basically looked like short, stocky men in too-short Lilly Pulitzer skirts and too-tight polo shirts. Not a pretty sight.
But clearly times have changed (though not necessarily the fashions) -- to the point that there is actually a list of "The 50 Hottest Female Golfers of All Time." (Fifty?! Really?! I thought, maybe five, but 50? Who knew!)
And while I may not have noticed that the LPGA had added a swimsuit competition, the attraction of attractive female golfers did not escape the eagle eye of entrepreneur and golfer Nisha Sadekar, a former LPGA prospect. Sadekar is the founder of Play Golf Designs, which for a fee, will hook you up with "one of the company's roster of beautiful female professional golfers, [who] will play a round or two with you and your co-workers at a corporate outing, with your clients who need to be schmoozed or just with you and your buddies during a bachelor party," according to the Time.com article. (Btw, my second reaction to the article was 'why is it perfectly OK to rent or hire a male pro but hiring a female pro for a few hours sounds so... dirty?')
This gives whole new meaning to the golf terms "ball washer," "banana ball," "hooker," "snake," "sweetspot" and the whole idea of "fore" play.
NOTE: The "hottie" in the picture, as a buddy just referred to her offline, is Natalie Gulbis, who came in at #1 on the list of 50 Hottest Female Golfers of All Time. Schwing!
Louisiana has always had an interesting political history, but now a new provocative -- dare I say, titillating? -- chapter is being written, as former porn star and current political aspirant Stormy Daniels takes on former john and current Louisiana Senator David Vitter (R) in the 2010 Louisiana Senate race.
Here's Stormy and busty news babe Contessa Brewer sharing some girl talk on MSNBC a couple weeks ago, during Stormy's listening tour:
Since then, Stormy has made it official, creating an exploratory committee in her quest to become the next junior Senator from the great State of Louisiana. (I wonder who her senior advisor is, Bill Clinton? As for campaign manager, native son James Carville gets my vote.)
For those of you who may be unfamiliar with David Vitter, he's the Harvard-educated Congressman whose number was found in the phone records of D.C. Madam Deborah Jeane Palfrey a couple of years back -- and begged forgiveness from God and his wife (in that order) after getting caught with his pants down.
For those of you unfamiliar with Stormy Daniels, she was editor of her high school newspaper, in addition to serving as president of her school’s 4-H club, before going on to have a lucrative career as an actress, screenwriter, and director of Wicked adult films.
Btw, for those of you who doubt that Ms. Daniels has the intellectual heft to be taken seriously, according to published reports, she fielded questions from fellow Louisianians quite adroitly during her recent listening tour and could be a serious contender for the Louisiana U.S. Senate seat.
Considering the number of big boobs already in Congress, Ms. Daniels, should she be elected, would be right at home.
Actually, this post (and video) should be called "Felix vs. the FURminator," or "FURminator FAIL," because, despite what many of you said, about pets just loving the FURminator, Felix did NOT enjoy being FURminated. In fact, he much preferred the lint roller. But as we all know from science class, experiments don't always turn out the way you planned or hoped -- but you still have to turn in a report.
But before you watch (and judge) the video, which was filmed by a giggling just-turned-11-year-old, a bit of background.
As many (if not most) of you know, we have two cats, Flora, a 15-pound torbie (i.e., a cross between a tortoiseshell and a tabby), who is six, and Felix, a three-year-old, three-foot-long mostly black cat who bares a striking resemblance to as well as the leaping abilities of a Sifaka lemur.
And both cats shed. A lot. Typically all over my laptop and my wireless keyboard and my desk and.... You get the drift. So in addition to keeping a dustbuster next to my office chair, I keep a lint roller. And every so often, I gently lint roll whichever cat happens to be in front of me.
I thought it a pretty good method, and blogged about it a while back. (Of course, the day we decided to film me lintrolling Flora, she got all uppity and started attacking the lint roller. But I guess that's what you get for trying to get a cat to act on cue.) Anyway, after seeing my post and the video, people started telling me about the FURminator de-shedding tool. People didn't just tell or write me about it, they RAVED about it. So, we gave in and bought one, finally, a couple weeks ago. And yesterday morning, in honor of J-THREE-O's 11th birthday, we decided to test it out.
So, without further ado, FriskieLand pictures and J-TWO-O Productions present "Felix and the FURminator, Part 1."
UPDATED 5/25/09: Felix and the FURminator, Part 2: This morning, during a quiet moment over breakfast, I decided to try FURminating Felix again -- without the bright lights and camera rolling. And I have to say, it was a success. Felix really seemed to enjoy being FURminated this time, purring loudly and rolling onto his back so I could FURminate his belly. The only problem was the shed fur, which I needed to lint roll up, so it didn't fly all over the kitchen. So as I FURminated, the spouse lint-rolled the excess fur off Felix and the chair, and I have to say, Felix really seemed to enjoy the combination de-shedding treatment. However, I think the FURminator people need to come up with a combination FURminator - Flowbee device, to instantly suck up all the excess fur. (Billy Mays, if you happen to be reading this, have your people call my people.) Next up, Flora (who is, as per usual, lounging across my desk, pawing my right hand as I type this)....
UPDATE #2: Flora and the FURminator: Feeling good about my earlier FURminator experience with Felix, I decided to have a go at Flora, who several times attempted (and succeeded) at whacking me with outstretched claws as I tried to FURminate her.
Still, I would have to call the experience a success as she seemed to (mostly) enjoy it, at least when I stuck to her back. Though objectively I think it's still a tie between the lint roller and the FURminator in terms of de-shedding enjoyment. And I still think there needs to be a vacuum/suction-type device attached to the FURminator to quickly suck up excess/shed fur.
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This is what greeted me (and my daughter) when we opened the door to our downstairs play area this morning -- along with two not-so-innocent-looking cats who acted as though it was no big deal, which really, it wasn't.
I am actually extemely proud of our little mousers (though I am sure it was mostly, if not all, Felix's doing). This is, I believe, their fourth or fifth kill since we've lived here (nine years now -- EEK -- now THAT's scary).
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