Pepe Le Pew

I was sitting at my desk one night last week with the window open so the boys can run in and out. I'm pretty tuned into their noises and comings and goings. I noticed Pika jumped through the window a bit more excitedly than normal (which is saying something). I looked out the window into the darkness and didn't see anything. Turning on the porch light I saw Hunter sitting on top of the step next to the gate. Nothing unusual. He sits there all the time and survey's his kingdom. I opened the door and was just about to walk over to him when I noticed what was up. Literally a foot in front of Hunter on the sidewalk was the ass end of a skunk with it's tail decidedly up in the air.

As I backpeddled and spoke in hushed tones for Hunter come inside, Hunter just rolled around on the concrete like cats love to do. It was like the skunk wasn't even there. You have to remember, Hunter goes ballistic anytime another cat is around. Here was a skunk, seemingly ready for action, right in front of him, and he wasn't even bothered.

The scene reminded me of a certain Looney Tune.



Fortunately the critter ran across the street into the darkness and I grabbed Hunter. Needless to say, I've been keeping the window shut and the boys inside the last few nights.

Yet another promise

Some time ago I made an apology (for being lame) and a promise (for more regular posts). Yet alas, I let it slip yet again. What can I say? Life has a way of throwing curve balls and the best intentions remain just that. What curve balls, you ask? It has been three things really: The specter of a new job, working 16+ hours a day at the old one, and one big ass rock when you least expect it.
One of the most amazing human beings I've ever known, Duncan Ferguson (not the UK soccer player), once told me, "All we are in this world is how we adapt to change. It's all we are." Indeed.
One thing, however, that hasn't changed is Hunter and Pika. For sure, they have a few new "diggers" and experiences over the summer but their spot in my life (and others) remains. Sorry friends for not updating you more. Rest assured, they are as vibrant and an important part of my life as ever. Please forgive me. Pika is still waking me up right around 4:30 a.m. every single morning. Hunter is still a softie "love-bug" looking for attention every time I go into the bathroom or sitting at my desk (my keyboard is virtually freezed-up with cat hair). As promised, here is another of their favorite "nesting" spots.


I have a drawer in my closet the holds socks, sweaters and whatever. Some time ago I pulled out a drawer to find something and I left it on the floor in the closet (it's mostly empty really). When I went back to put the drawer back, I found Pika cuddled up in the socks. I didn't have the heart to move it. It's been there ever since. When I'm looking for Pika and can't find him anywhere, I'm 98% certain he'll be in the closet.