To kill, or not to kill a mockingbird?

I’m going with kill.
We have lots of mockingbirds here in Texas and they are pretty annoying little creatures. Not to mention, I’m terrified of birds, so one less in the world would be great.
Anyways, back to why I want to kill this little guy…
If you’ve never heard a mockingbird, they like to mimic everything, hence the name “mockingbird.”. Mostly, I’ve only heard them laugh at people. But, last night I got to witness the true mocking nature of these little weasels. It was around 4am, and of course, I couldn’t sleep. I had the windows open and I could here a bird that must have been very close to the window based on how loud he was. He was chirping non stop. After I listened for awhile, I realized he was mocking 17 different bird calls. 17!! And, once he went through all 17, he’d start over at the beginning, no break in between. Now, why was he up in the middle of the night? I’ve never heard birds chirping in the middle of the night. Don’t they sleep? And, 17 different bird calls? Really? Now you’re just showing off.
And now, I hear nothing. Oh, it must be his bedtime. Of course.
I’m interested to see if this is a new nightly thing. Will he be back to annoy me again tonight?

On another note, I have lots of photos to share with you…I’m just been too lazy to upload them. Haha. I promise, I’ll get them up soon!

Enjoy your day (and I hope it’s mockingbird free),


Wednesday Randomness

This might be one of my favorite continuous posts.  I like being random and I’m glad you are all here to share in this with me.

For today’s installment, we have a dog vs. cat scenario.  This is actually spot-on in the {d&k} casa.  In this scenario Dog = Elvis and Cat = Charlie.  Enjoy!!



This is exactly Elvis and Charlie. I’ve told you many, many times before that Charlie is trying to kill us. I just don’t know how or when. If you haven’t heard from me for an extended period of time, send in reinforcements. Charlie can be manipulated with catnip. Good luck!

Enjoy your day (in my case, it might be my last),

They’re Laughing At Me

The cats, that is.  They are laughing at me.  Make them stop.

They think it’s funny, given my track record, to let out muffled meows so that I think they are locked in a closet or bedroom.  Then, when I panic and frantically start looking for them, the laugh and point.

One of these days, my cats, you will be locked in a closet and I will not let you out.  Let’s see who’s laughing and pointing then, shall we?!



Do your animals laugh at you?  Do they understand that we have the power?  We feed them.  We control everything in their world.  Why would they do anything to jeopardize how we feel towards them?  I know the cats are doing it on purpose.  Slowly wearing me down.  Finding me at my weakest so they can go in for the kill.  But, cats…how will you feed yourself after I’m gone.  1. you’ll be locked inside the house, so you can’t hunt.  2. you don’t have opposable thumbs, so you can’t open your wet food cans or the dry food drawer.  And 3. there is no way Oskar will let you feed off him.  He hates you two.  Good luck without me.  Keep up the laughing.  We’ll see what happens to you both.


Enjoy your day,


Should I Be Afraid?

Source: via Dani on Pinterest

Should I be worried?  Dog-Cat #1 does all of these.  Is Charlie planning on killing me?  But I take such good care of him.

He kneads me.  All.the.time.  {d&k} call it moashing.  I have no idea why.  But Charlie moashes me all.the.time.  I thought it was cute.  Sort of his form of cuddling.  Now I know he’s just checking my organs for weakness.  Oh no…he is always moashing my heart-area.  He’s just going straight for the kill.  No messing around with the smaller, non-important organs, like the spleen.  He’s going straight for my heart.  Eep.  At least he wants it to be quick.  I should praise him for that.  Maybe he’ll go easy on me.

He’s also very good at staring contests.  K always loses.  In fact, k never stands a chance.  I cheer him on to be a good wife, secretly thinking he doesn’t have a shot against Charles.

And, Charlie is quick.  He’s constantly running out of the room when I enter.  I never really thought that much about it.  Now I know it is due to a failed ambush attack.  Sneaky little feline.

I just don’t understand.  {d&k} took Charlie in.  Gave him a nice home.  Plenty of food and cuddles.  We even taught him to talk.  His “Hello” is perfect.  “Blue” is coming right along too.  Why would he want to kill us?  We are sweet people.  There are so many more words I want to teach him.


How about you?  Do any of you feel like your cat wants to kill you?  Does your cat fall into the cat-egories above?  Are you scared?  Worried?  Halp.


Enjoy your day (according to your cat, it could be your last),