The Critters Of My Life


I’ve talked Pat into getting a dog.  Alright, so he’s making me wait until we get back from vacation in July, but still, that’s not so very far off.  At this point, I think he just wants me to stop begging for a baby.  What with me having been sterilized, it was buy me a dog or steal me a baby.  And the pregnant girl at work is already eying me funny enough as it is.

We even know what kind we want.  Alright, maybe not the breed.  I mean, we both have a personal dog we want that is breed specific, but this first dog will be the family dog and for that we are looking at personality traits, not pedigree.

This dog will be a rescue, but young enough to grow up with my babies.  This dog will be big.  Big enough that my babies can climb over it without hurting it, and it will have the mushy personality to take it and love it, please sir can I have some more.  But this dog will also be big enough that should someone force entry into my home and threaten my babies, that someone will be without a face.  That if someone messes with my oldest when he walks the dog (3 times a day so he says) they will have to mess with the dog in the process.

This dog will love to eat Cheerios off the floor.  And crusts.  And bits of chicken.

This dog will love to play fetch with the baby.  And fetch the baby.

Chase monsters away for my Lucas.  And then sleep at his feet to keep them away.

Teach responsibility to my Thomas, and companionship that only a dog can offer as well.

My current love is named Lady.  She can boast manners, leash training, house breaking, and a Great Dane in her lineage.  I’m in love, but I can’t imagine she will be there in July.  Hopefully, at least, she has an equally ladylike friend.

And in July, we will go seek this friend out.  Pat and I will spend hours looking and playing with the dogs.  And when we think we have found our long-lost family member, we’ll introduce first Thomas, then the rest of my babies.  The children will get a good hour testing the temperament of any dog we might bring home.  And if the dog can withstand all 3 at once, and still beg for more, they will find a forever home and with it endless love and adoration.  And that’s just from me.



Alright, so I am way over due to write something, so I am going to touch base with a general check-in.

My blood pressure meds are working well, as long as I don’t miss a dose. But I keep some in my purse so I hopefully won’t miss any. In the event of a break through headache, it is mild and easily stopped by various pain meds.

Mental health wise I’m still doing pretty good. I’m finding myself grumpy with my family, but that’s mostly the boys fighting and such, and then Pat’s reaction to all that. That isn’t mental health though. That is a rightful reaction to the bullshit going on around me.

Work is still phenomenal. I really love every aspect of it. The people, what I’m doing, where I’m at.

I have found the best way to turn your husband green is to mention you are “late” a couple months after your tubal. It doesn’t matter that it’s part of the conversation that you’ve become very irregular since. Yes, I did start, I was just 1 day later than the site guessed and that was a guess based on a 25-28 day cycle range.

Band Back Together is nominated for 3 bloggies. You should probably vote for us.

Cat who moved in has moved out. We were hoping to get him fixed before he started spraying. We had the appointment scheduled even, for this coming Monday. But we didn’t get it in time. The breaking point was when he sprayed the rat, cage and all. Poor Lucky is not very happy with any of us. Anyway, Theo started a stray, his family is still out there. Bye.

The, uh, voices from the previous post was some technical thing involving my brain trying to fill in gaps from 1 ear being covered and listening to music, the other not. Which is reassuring. Because you never know.

We are in process of getting Thomas diagnosed with ADHD. It’s a lengthy process. Luke is SO next. This is vital to him living to see 5. So very vital.

We got our tax return. Then we bought a car. Car payment and all. I love the car. I don’t love the idea of payments. But we can afford it. Mostly. We are removing some of our cable channels to take the edge off. And the car insurance increase was less than expected. We’ll only be making payments for a year, then we’ll pay it the rest of the way off with the next tax return. Don’t mind the green tinge to my skin.

Sammy is beyond anything I could have ever hoped for. She is the most laid back baby I’ve ever met. She is sweet, goofy, cuddly, happy, healthy, beautiful. There is no one who doesn’t adore her.

Alright, that’s the general update. I’ll be around.


Monday, a stray cat of about 4-6 months in age, randomly followed my 8yo home from the bus stop.  And by followed him home, I mean when the 8yo walked in the back door, so did the cat.  Then the cat made himself at home like he’d been here all along.  We’re just really unobservant, silly humans that we are.

I came home to find said cat being held by a guilty looking husband.  Who informed me the only hesitation was that it was a male and males spray.  But oh btw everyone was already in love, what did we want to do?

We proceeded to “debate” the issue for awhile.  When finally, I gave Pat a funny look and asked him the cat’s name.

Theodore.  Teddy for short.  Named for Teddy Roosevelt due to his whisker structure.

So, the debate, it seems, was pretty much just a formality.  The cat wasn’t going anywhere.

Luckily, I should be getting my tax return in February, so we can have him neutered before he reached the age of the spray.

So.  Theo, or teddy, has captured our home.  And our hearts.

See Mr Theo is a bit of a cuddle bug.  He is as starved for affection as he was for food.  And in his quest for affection he pays no mind to personal space or boundaries.  Which, I suppose I should have seen coming by the way in which he moved (himself) in.

He also, likes to beg for food from those who have it.  Which I’d be really annoyed with, except he spent lord knows how long eating out of a dumpster and chasing squirrels hoping for some extra protein.  So, I get it.  He’s known hunger.  It’s plain as day looking at him.  And so now, he has to guarantee his next meal.  He is also down right willing to take that meal right out of any hand that offers.  Also, he isn’t a picky eater.  He likes, that we have found so far: chicken, turkey, American cheese, cooked carrots, and green beans.  He doesn’t like corn though.  Just so you know.

Also, don’t turn your back on your food.  Last night he stuck his head in my, thankfully empty, glass.  And when he was done licking the sides, he discovered his head was stuck.  Yes he was rescued.  Yes he is fine.  No, I don’t have pictures.

So.  Uh.  Welcome home Theodore?  At least you are a sweetie!


Her name is Charlie.  She is an orb weaver about the size of a quarter and not a threat to anyone or thing living in my household.  She lives outside, up high, where she isn’t in the way or in my face for me to panic.  She has caught a few hundred dozen skeeters and other small bugs and officially at least one huge wolf spider.  Charlie is officially the first spider ever to become my friend.  She can stay and I hope at least one of her babies will take her perch when she passes.


Congratulations, it’s a girl.

My sister has a snake. She feeds this snake rats. I try not to think about it but it’s a fact of life. Snakes eat rodents and things. These rats tend to be bread for this purpose.

My, down to, 3 rats are feeder rats. They just had a higher calling in life. A greater purpose, so to speak.

Today my sister bought a rat and tried to feed it to her snake. The rat was a little too energetic or the snake wasn’t hungry. Whatever, the snake wanted nothing to do with it.

So the rat was pulled out of the tank and put in a cage. Where Thomas found it and made friends quickly. Then named her Max. Then introduced Max to his little brother.

Of course.

Now Max can’t go in with our rats because one, it’s female and none of them have been fixed. Two, my rats are cranky old men and will attack anything that goes in their cage. They are just old. And cranky. I can get my hand in there to feed them. I can even pick them up. So it’s not like it’s a problem. But they bite anything that moves in their cage that isn’t me (or each other). Including cat paws, as Tiny Cat quickly discovered. They drew blood, Tiny Cat now knows better. We fear putting a younger unfamiliar rat into their cage would lead to a death. Max has better odds with the snake. Even if I’m wrong about the boys killing her, she is still a she so there will be no integration.

We have the old cage the boys outgrew long ago so Max has a good home. We even have a replacement water bottle since the boys tend to go threw them until we got glass. Now all we need is some bedding and we are good to go.

Welcome to the family Max, you are a little unexpected and unplanned but you will always have a home.

Edit: Apparently Max has been renamed Lucky because well, duh.


We bought the rats unsalted peanuts in their shells today. Watching them fight over 1, when I had the entire bag in my hands was funny. Watching them fight over anything is comical. They don’t fight dirty. They just play grab and run. You’d have to see it to understand. I’m sure David gets where I’m coming from. I held out peanuts and only Imp was willing to take them from me, then the others would take them from Imp. Meanwhile I had all 4 smelling and licking my fingers. They won’t take the damn food from me, but they’ll lick me. Go figure.

So I’m seeing a movie with Brenda on Wednesday. She had hit me up to go to a movie and it just worked out that the movie we want to see comes out this Friday. So we are going Wednesday afternoon. I’m really excited. I’m kinda excited to see the movie in question, but I’m really excited to be going with Brenda. She’s cool to hang out with. I could see her being me in 15 years in some ways.

We got everything we need for our Thanksgiving dinner. I can’t decide if I’m looking forward to it or not. I personally hate the holidays but Thomas is so excited about it. He has a 5 day weekend next week, and he’s currently grounded from, well, everything. So it should make for a long 5 days.

I’m behind on my DBT postings. I keep meaning to do them but they never get done. I can’t do one now because I have to leave to go get Thomas here in 7 minutes. Maybe later tonight I’ll post one if I think about it.

I have parent teacher conferences with Thomas’s teacher tonight. I’m curious what she has to say about him. He’s a smart kid but he is having trouble with reading. He has trouble stringing letter sounds together to make words. And then there is the trouble he’s having by goofing off in the bathroom. So we’ll see what his teacher has to say.

That’s it for now. More later maybe.


Here are some long overdue pics of the Rats and the new cage. These are really out of focus because auto focus was focusing on the cage, not the rats. And manual focus had some operator errors. They are also kind of dark because I didn’t want to shine the flash right at them, so I bounced it off the ceiling and the walls. In the first one if you look closely you can see all 4 rats. You’ll have to search the tubes if you want to see skittles and one of the twins though.

I want to get at least 1 more level in there. But that’s another day, another dollar. We took their nesting cage out the other day because they were chewing on it. They nest in the tubes pretty well. I’ve seen all 4 in 1 tube before. What I really want to get them is a hammock but I know they would rip it to shreds, or chew it as the case may be, and that breaks my heart.

Anyway, enjoy the crappy photography of the rat babies. I’ll make it my mission to get better photos later.

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