Navidad: Raccoon Puncher

My cat, Navidad, used to be feral. My Mom caught and spayed her and her sister when they were little and named them Feliz and Navidad (probably because they had their reproductive organs removed on Christmas and they scratched her up pretty badly). Feliz was always the nice one, so of course she got eaten first. Navi, on the the other hand, wasn't so nice and she's still with us today (maybe I'm supposed to take something from this?), and man. She is still a fighter. Last night, a raccoon came up and ate her food right in front of her. She was pissed, but this was a pretty good sized raccoon- about four times her size. She didn't care. She, being the arrogant old freak she is, came up right next to it and SMACKED its face. Several times.

Fortunately for her, the raccoon just didn't seem to care. It just looked at her like "Dude, what's your problem?" and Mom scared them both away.

This little furball is fearless. She's like a fat, toothy little tornado of piss and arrogance, ready to show up on your porch and kick raccoon ass. Or yours.

NAVIDAD: RACCOON PUNCHER.

This little fatso will kick your raccoon's ass. Then eat all your cat food.

I'd breed her and create an army (and with it, millions of dollars.... Meeeeelions- mwahahah), but as explained earlier, this isn't an option. .....So I'll just have to clone her.

Yeah. That sounds awesome.


PS!! I knew that it's hard to take pics of cats, but NAVI is something else. She would stare at the camera then look away AS SOON AS I WENT TO TAKE A PIC. XDD

Charmin Meow

Bllaaaahhhhhh!!!!

Chairmin Meow, my cat is an exelent hunter. He roams through our half-acre yard like a.... well, like a poisonous black slug.

I can just picture this being the way we found him.
Someone knocks on our front door. I look up, and wait for 4 seconds juuust in case someone is gonna get the door. I sigh and roll my eyes. I untangle my self from my celtic knot of wires.

I open the door. An old guy in a plaid shirt is standing there with a look that says he just choked on something very unpleasant. He looks me up and down, as if wondering weather to run away or call the circus. Finally he thrusts something at me. "Grrumph." he says which, translated, means "Here. I found this stupid thing pissing in my boot." I look at the black, gray and brown furry blob dangling from his gnarled hand. I take it gingerly. It looks up and blinks at me out of two yellow-green eyes. Then it yawns a toothy, tunaish yawn and shifts it's blob so it crawls up my outstretched arm, finally resting on my shoulder where it reshapes itself into a cat. It closes it's eyes and purrs in my startled face. The man grins evilly. Turning around, he sarcastically raises the old fisher-man hat of his head which translates to "Here ya go. That little bastard's ALL yours."

... Whoa. THAT was weird... I just cranked that out.... O_O COOL.



AAANNNYHOO.... Back to the story... XDPLEASE, SKIP IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH!!!!!!!!!







This morning, I went onto our back porch to get my shoes. In between them is a rat stomach. Charmin ALWAYS leaves the stomach, and until now, I have never understood why. I looked closer and it seemed to have pink, pointy-tipped, 2" long spaghetti on it.... Then they moved.
Blaaahhhhh!!!! WORMS. Now I know..... XP
Maybe my cat is smarter then he looks..... O_o