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Now I am not condoning eating lizard personally, but the cats seem to like it…

It is a good thing we have a lot of lizards here, because the cats love stalking them, and eating them.

Personally I would have to be starving to put a skinny little reptile on the cuisine list, but that is just me.

The cats, mostly Fred and Leo, spend hours hunting them. I think it is probably because of their success rate with squirrels though. Hard to believe any animal capable of taunting a cat and surviving, but the little buggers do it on a daily basis!

Normally they do it from a distance that one would swear was lethal, back turned, and seemingly unaware of the impending feline rush… So far the cats have only managed to catch one, and he got away. He only moved ten feet up a tree before heckling the cats pride, but to a cat, looking at a squirrel, ten feet might as well be a mile.

The squirrels have even been known to let the cat out climb them, and then wait below only to rush past the gravitationally challenged cat hanging on with all four paws. It’s a good thing the cats don’t cooperate in their hunting….

Thomas H. Forthe

I want to scream this morning about the new administration and its idiocy and yet I also feel the need to laugh. How does one choose?

Obama wants to take all the veterans benefits away and make a soldier injured in combat cover the medical expense with private insurance. What will he think of next?

Maybe he can make every road in America a toll road to increase his tax base, making main street USA a very expensive trip for groceries.  

 Or get everyone to install meters to monitor the amount of oxygen we use for tax purposes…

After all if he can bail out the automakers and then kill them by a massive gas tax why worry about the little guy.

Political intelligence… the new oxymoron of the day!

Thomas H. Forthe

I try to write a varied menu in my mental mania, giving readers a chance to have to search for hours to find what floats their boat.

Mostly I write what happens to come to mind far more than what makes for a good blog. No tight focus here, I try to make you laugh and pray my writing won’t make you cry….

I write about our idiot politicians that pass bills nobody in their right mind wants. I write about my animals and their goofy habits and may even include my exploits at trying to find a job. By the way can someone tell me which degree I need to hand out shopping carts at Walmart?

I try not to rant too often, but sometimes I simply have no choice, since there are always so many inviting topics to choose from….

I even write about nothing at all, like today….

Thomas H. Forthe

Fred our in and out male cat has adopted Misty the kitten, it’s funny to watch as he washes her while she is trying to instigate playtime with him. He is only about five times her size, but he is always gentle with her, carefully batting at her in slow motion and being silly for her benefit.

The queen came out just to hiss and howl her displeasure at their antics, but they really didn’t even bother a glance in her direction. The queen got temporarily expelled from the bathroom tonight (bath time) and stood outside the door demanding that both dogs move so she could get by. She really isn’t the brightest monarch around as they both are about a 95 pounds bigger than she is…. Somehow I doubt if either one would really care if she abdicated her self imposed rule.

Thomas H. Forthe

I popped in on the Scale Auto Enthusiast magazine website (www.scaleautomag.com) to see what amazing new work was taking place. I try to detail my cars and armor, but these guys go nuts! Window webbing in stock car models, Scaled down books, tools and tool boxes, wiring and brake, fuel and even vacuum lines. They cut them apart and customize them, creating virtually any customization you can on a full sized car or truck.

There are even several that if the pictures didn’t allow perspective you are very hard pressed to tell they aren’t drivable!

They raise them, lower them, swap parts around and generally do almost everything the full sized automotive industry can.

There is even a large cottage industry making add-on parts and conversions and even photo etched parts to add realism. Some builders even scratch build parts they need for detailing a project, tough to do on so small a scale.

Worth a look at the web site, just make an account and look through the forum there, especially the muscle car, race car and hot rod threads.

Thomas H. Forthe

Stuffing as in stomachs not the bird. What strange dementia comes over people to make them think that once or twice a year they can eat four times their normal amount and come out unscathed?

I remember the bloated whale syndrome well, to full to even get up much less move once up on the sorely abused feet. Moaning and groaning about the extension of tissue unused to such crazy punishment.

Then some one hands you a piece of pumpkin pie, do you put it down? Tell them there is no way you can force it in? Of course not, it goes in the digestive tract adding insult to injury as it waits its turn in a very long line….

I finally came to my senses a few years ago, maybe age does have a few advantages since I can say no to the gluttony of yester year. I still get full mind you, just not to the point of feeling wounded with food, eyes glazed over, trying to find a position my body can actually be in without exploding like an over filled balloon.

Thomas H. Forthe

Happy Thanksgiving day! Don’t eat till you’re miserable, ya right! Have a great day and I’ll be back tomorrow.

Well here we are, about to celebrate Thanksgiving 2008. Oh the misery of overfull stomachs! My younger brother was convinced he could shower to relieve the extension of the stomach when he over ate as an early teen. He would disappear into the bathroom after gorging himself miserable at the holiday spread mom laid out. I doubt it worked as he never made it to the leftovers any sooner than the rest of us.

Mom would spend days cooking, making sure we had a feast of epic proportions and wound up too tired to eat most of the time. It was always appreciated even when we were too young and dumb to realize how hard she had worked on it.

 My mother did her best to create a magical childhood for her children no matter how horrid her own life was at the time. She ignored many of her own wants and needs, tending to our own instead, Mom should have earned saint hood status by now for selflessness in mothering if nothing else.

Life was not all roses for my mother, yet it could have been without her entourage, she could have been anything she wanted, her intelligence and spirit would have earned her any degree she could have sought. She could have married any man she chose, her beauty never a question, but a statement for all to see.

Mom put off her own life, casting it aside like an after thought, giving it freely to her children instead. In a perfect world we would have noticed then, yet it took me quite a while to realize just what she lost in doing so, having children of my own helped see to that.

Thanks Mom, I know what you did for me and what it cost you even though you would argue the point that it was worth it. Raising four children alone, working two and three jobs to do so, wearing shoes with holes in them, retaining your dignity and your sanity could not have been easy for you. Thank you, you are one of the precious things in my life that I am thankful for!

At class today the instructor informed us that a guard had killed a man who attacked the guard with a sword. That is all we knew about the incident at the time, yet what she said next really struck a cord.

She told us she couldn’t't kill someone, she would have to shoot him in the hand…. I wonder if she has any idea how hard that would be to accomplish? (she does not carry a gun, and I think she has little knowledge of them.) Having some person charge up to you with two swords (as I found out later), intent on doing you harm is not a great time to play trick shot! Not to mention the number of other unintended targets that might intercept a bullet that missed.

Hitting a target  the size of a human hand with a pistol in an adrenaline pumping situation would be tough for even an expert marksman/woman let alone a moving hand.

I recall a time with four seasoned hunters trying to hit a snake with pistols at close range while it was moving, the snake survived unscathed…. It was a good thing it never tried to retaliate, the score would read snake four, great white hunters 0.

Thomas H. Forthe

I appologize for not having an entry today, other duties called. I will try to keep content up, writing at night as usual and posting it in the morning.

Thomas H. Forthe