Well, this has been an eventful three hours...
I swear to God I am in the fuckin' Twilight Zone.
The past three hours have been odd, to say the least and it's kinda making it's own circle... like a 'time taco' or something.
At around 5:00, I decided to hook up these speakers George found at hs sons house. They're JUSTer Active 95A 'Integrated Amplifier and Speaker System' jobs. I'm not sure what all that tech-jargon means, but I can tell ya this: These things are AWESOME. They've got seperate treble and bass controls and with the volume on 4 (out of 9), it's plenty loud enough for me to not be able to hear all the activity outside, even with all the windows wide open. They are incredible. Rick Springfield never sounded so good.
Anyway, I hooked 'em up and just made sure they worked then, because George was still asleep. After I got Eric up, I heard this kitten screaming. I raced to the window to make sure it was outside then flew out the door in just my (thigh-length) nightshirt. Didn't see anything, but damn... I knew I heard something. Little while later, I hear it again and this time I see what it is without even getting out of this chair when Chyna, the latest farm cat to move in here jumped through the window with a(nother) baby in her mouth. She had her kittens outside, God and her only knew where a few days ago. Apparently, she's decided to move 'em in here. I'm so honored by that trust. She's got 'em under George's bed. There are FIVE of them.
Then, about an hour ago, Erica-the cat that had the first single kitten in the last go-round not too long ago- shot out of the bottom of the cat condo shrieking her head off. She flew into Lamar, beat the shit outta her, bit me when I broke 'em up, threatened Olson's life, then had a baby as she raced across the kitchen. She jumped for the window and the kitten fell out and slid into the bottom of the cabinets like a gooey hockey puck and good old MOM leaped out the window.
This all happened in less than a minute. I just stood there bleeding, looking at the other two cats, like "What the fuck...?" I went and got the poor, now probably scarred-for-life kitten off the floor, cleaned it's widdle face off and about that time Nutjob came back in, shot me a look and crawled back into the cat condo. I gave her her kid and a piece of my mind. "Da fucked ya bite ME for, idiot? And, just by the way, what are you doing having another kid this got-damned soon, anyway? Jeez."
I peroxided my hand AGAIN and now, here I am, sitting in front of these wicked speakers, waiting to hear "Rock of Life" at the max volume.
Chyna and her herd are fine. She's out here now, eating some dry food. Nutjob Erica is still in the condo with just one kid. I hope for both our sakes she keeps it at that number.
In less than three hours, I went from 17 to 23 cats.
I think I need to go for a ride in the woods for a while.
Hey, Eric...(my Eric)
"Cat!"
(Remember?)
Peace
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