Maybe I’ll write up a proper trail review another time but I need to get to this mission debrief. It had been miles. Mud was spilled. We fought bravely against the elements and came out on top this time so I guess you could say we were lucky. No. Fuck luck. We had skill on our side and some times that is all you need to get the upper hand. That and good engineers who ate Wheaties for breakfast the day they designed our vehicles and/or aftermarket upgrades.
There we were, me and 4Runner with Buddy and Jeep checking out some previously unexplored forest “roads” on a fine Friday afternoon. We were in the home stretch and there was a medium sized limb in the middle of my path that I figured the Jeep couldn’t make it past (I kid, I kid) so I stopped to swiftly ninja kick the shit outta it when I saw it. I can guarantee he saw me coming and if it weren’t for a keen eye I may have squished his ass on accident.
Operation Slowpoke: Trail Edition went into action without hesitation. Honestly, I wish I could’ve seen the fluidity of the cartwheel I executed while snatching his/her (Billy Box Turtle/Bonnie Box Turtle) ass up out the leaves. After a reassuring stroke of the head and a kiss for good luck I placed Billy/Bonnie up the bank in the direction he/she was headed.
Crisis was averted. Lives were saved. Branches were ninja-fucking-blasted out of the way. We drove home kings of the forest and sacrificed lambs to the engineering gods that bestowed their favor upon us.
Our Tortie, Mika, crossed over to the other side and left a big ol’ empty spot in our hearts.
Not only was she a damn pretty cat, she was the perfect blend of spunk and love.
Her battle with cancer was quick but it was painful to watch her soldier through it.
She was the first animal that The Hotness and I rescued and in her ten years on the Earth she witnessed every major event of our life together.
At baseline I am a lover of animals but I never knew I could love a cat as much as I love Mika. She was something special. She deserved more than cancer. She deserved going out while fighting a grizzly bear to defend her catnip.
We brought her home after she went to sleep and I buried her beneath an oak tree I planted this fall. It was hard to say goodbye but at least we have all of the memories…
Being a stay-at-home Dad means I don’t always get time to do a lot of the “guy” stuff around the house. I have been trying to hang these curtain hold backs for a while now and finally had time since The Hotness took Little Man to school for the day.
Mika observed my progress for a little bit and decided I was getting too much done for my own good. Thankfully she recognized this and promptly remedied the situation!
Nothing helps out like a cat knocking over your tools or just lying on top of them.
Little Man is under the impression that he is somehow an animal whisperer. It is troublesome, however, that his hands lack what could be called “kindness”. Our eldest cat is ten years of age and loves most everyone but even with her good spirits she can handle only so much love. I have really been working with The Nugget on using our “gentle hands” when dealing with the cats and dog but as you can imagine his excitement sometimes gets the best of him.
Mika (Lady Catniss) was under the kitchen table receiving some gentle, loving scratching for a while until she wanted to move on to another vantage point. Little Man followed her and didn’t pick up on the lioness body language that cuddle time was, in fact, over. He attempted the ill fated belly rub (in spite of being told to never attempt this maneuver) and after enduring all she could handle, the Lady of the house gripped his hand between her chompers and held it there. She is not an evil cat and I have to admit that if it was me rubbing her belly she would have flat-out attacked, but she knows that Little Man requires training still so she just holds his hands in her mouth.
Tears fell and protests were yelled but at the end of the day he was just tired and had nothing more than a minor scratch. He and I talked about why the offense happened and how it could be prevented next time but I cracked up when he said, “But, Daddy, she didn’t apologize! She bit me and she didn’t say that she was sorry!”
Language barriers be damned!!! Little Man requires an apology!!!