I purrfur my imagination...

Some people hear voices.

Some see invisible people.

Others have no imagination whatsoever.

Me? Well let’s just say around here, my imagination is much tamer than reality.  

My imagination had decided to do a post on vintage finds.  For those of you who follow me, may have noticed that I try to post about my siblings, myself, "her", junk and adventures.  It was time to post about junk. 

But about that time the bus of reality ran over my imagination and squashed it. Flat.

That was three weeks ago.

Gone a while as a result of reality.  You know, that time when “real” things happen.  Totally stinky skunk stuff.  Really.

Well maybe.

Not all of it.

“She” did get to go to a couple of auctions and found some really neat things.  But of course reality isn’t always fun and good times.


Some of it totally bites.

Take for instance a routine trip to Wendy’s Hamburgers.  I get loaded in the car for a quick trip to the burger place.  Yeah, I know it’s just a bribe to get me to ride with her.  But it works.  I mean who’s going to pass up a chance to have a bite or two of a burger?  Fresh.  

See my point? 

Quick car ride = burger and fries.

I’m there!

But while we are sitting in the drive through it becomes evident that we are not the only ones there.

And I’m not talking about the other people in their cars waiting in line.


There are four or five other cars and occupants. AND an injured bird.

Somewhere close by. Screaming. LOUD.

But not at the order sign.

Order placed. Bird still screaming. Still LOUD.

Moving up in line.

Bird still screaming but getting hoarse.

Moving up in line.

Getting closer.

Bird begins to sound strained.

“She” is next to pay.

Looks out the window and the bird is not a bird.

It’s a small, very small….


Reality: no one else stopped to help this kitten. 

Reality: someone picked up their burger and dumped their kitten. (There were no other cats or kittens and the nearest house was more than a mile away).

Reality: Number one combo meal now comes with burger, fries, large drink and a kitten.

A very hungry kitten.  (At least she shared the burger.)

Five and a half weeks old.

With a tail broken in three places.

Ears infested with mites.

One pound, six ounces.

Of reality.

It bites.

Probably only because she’s teething.

Then there was Grammie's surgery.  And an Uncle's open heart surgery. Preparation for and the opening of a new Tattered Cat location. 

Preparation for and the Christmas Open House at Antiques in Old Town (thank you to all who came - reality purred at that one). Two sick kitties. And oh yes.....


Did you know that bees can become very aggressive when protecting their winter honey stores?

Yeah, “she” didn’t know that either.

I did.

That’s why I wasn’t the one that got stung on the face.

Several times.

Reality: It waited to swell up. On the evening of the Open House at Antiques in Old Town. How attractive. How UNcomfortable.

Reality: Could not attend the second day of the Open House because Benedryl was not enough to de-puff face.  Doctor and medicine necessary. 

Reality: Cortisone injections into hind end bite.

Gramps got stung on the arms. (He was smart enough to have the veil on.)

But to make up for the missed facial attack, those pissed off bees came after him twice. I think he got stung seven or eight times.

There’s some more reality for you. Pretty interesting stuff until it decides to get “real” and bite ya.  Honey anyone?

I could tell you more but hey, if I scare you too much, you’ll be  hiding in the closet and might not come out to read all those cool blog posts.  You know the ones were everyone is creating their own reality.  While others are even "real" AND living through it.  Now those are the blogs to watch.  You’ll learn a lot from them.  So stay out of the closet. Not everything bites.

Except maybe the combo number one at Wendy’s and bees protecting winter stores….

Later.....the kind of stuff that doesn't bite.....


Cat Nap Inn Primitives said...

oh your sweet little baby kitty is precious..I can't believe folks can just drive by and not do anything..I would have scooped it up in a second..I am glad you were in the right place at the right time..and I am sorry you were in the wrong place too with the bee stings...Keep us posted on the non-bitey stuff and give that sweet baby a love for me..;) and one for Romeo too:)

NanaDiana said...

Awww... I see YOU have a new baby brother or sister to love! It's a good thing your Mom has such a good heart, Romeo...otherwise you could be an only child! I hope you are treating your new sibiling with love and affection...because you know how you can be.

Sorry to hear that Mom got stung..once by bees and once by the Dr. Ugh...Here's to happier days! Hugs- Diana

Antiques In Old Town said...

Blessed ! You are to have such a WONDERFUL MoM... We missed you Day 2, so glad your feeling better... HUGS and HAPPY THANKSGIVING...We are so THANKFUL for YOU...

Lululiz said...

My dear Romeo, you certainly had an interesting few weeks. The things these humans get up to, sigh. Lovely to have a new baby sibling to boss about though, isn't it? Make sure to teach it how to behave properly, the Romeo way, for example how to prettify HER lace, ;-). Not too much of the prettifying of HER stuff though, SHE seems to have a lot to worry about at the moment, so go gently!

Anonymous said...

Oh dear Romie, sometimes life is not too kind, but remember it is a journey. Give "her" some TLC for she could really use that right now.
Smooches to you and of course your new little one, grammie

Olive said...

Romeo, fries and a kitten! I love kittens but Clovis would not take kindly to one as he is a Mama's boy. You be a sweetie to that baby.

Linda @ A La Carte said...

Oh poor Romeo, having to share your burger! But you are a good grown kitty boy and now can train 'grasshopper' to be the right kind of Cat! Sorry she got bee stings, ouch. Enjoy your holidays and play nice with baby kitty!

Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness, Romeo...your life has been chaotic1! Who seriously expects to get a kitten with their burger and fries? And bee stings..surgery..Open House..good thing your Mom can hold it all together!

Hope this week is better for you...good luck with the little one..she'll come to adore you as everyone else does...:)


Unknown said...

My word!!! What a month. No more, no more!!! You all have had way more than enough.

Hope everyone heals well and that the new addition with your fries is finding it's place!!

Ordinary Hiker said...

Oh Romeo, you're a Rescuer as well!!!...That story is so frightening... I'm glad the Kitten was found, and that everyone in your life has a speedy and warm recovery... I'm so mad at whoever abandoned that Kitten that should we ever find out who it was, I'm taking Sir Bender to go poop in their front yard (as a cat, you're prolly aware that is one thing Dogs are skilled at).

DogsMom said...

sorry to hear you have been having a rough month.

I would comment more but computer or internet is acting up. Giving me a hard time