Showing posts with label Nurse OJ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nurse OJ. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

new lounge


After a month of illness (an ulcer diagnosed and treated by my in-house naturopath-$40, total) I put my sights on rehabilitating our midgety back "yard".
It's been a great place to get vitamin D and complain about the corruption of the FDA, the constant transit fare increases, and the general travails of life in this "sanctuary city for the rich".


The ivy is coming back in, after last year's slaughter. I'm supposed to revile it, but a can't, no more than the snails. Above, the plant god is attacked by ivy clingers-they are attempting to invade his eye socket.

I have my boneyard laid out, no complaints from 'management'.


I really am unrepentant about the snails. None of the plants on our floor is in danger of ravishment!


My Dad gave me this cow. A butcher job, clearly, poor thing. Now on to the obligatory cliche: Look how cute my cat is. He has become so much more friendly since we have been hanging around outside.



Friday, April 17, 2009

Mourning Period


Bad Kitty! Evil Nurse OJ brought an injured Mourning dove into the alley at about 4:30 this afternoon. He played with it like the asshole he is, strewing feathers all about the alley.
This vicious cat will get his just desserts when he is punished with a lion cut later this spring!

3 1/2 hours later, he brought the poor living dove back into our room and attempted to play with it in the area we reserve for pillows!

After the good old manpal had moved the poor bird to a cement planting bed in the backyard, I went out to visit it and decide weather I might be able to take the situation under hand and snap it's poor neck. Hell, no! It looked at me with it's adorable pink head, blinking.

Glenn and Johnathan both insisted that someone should do the horrible deed, out of mercy. I agreed, but it was a battle of meat eater (who should be brave) and vegetarian (who should "care more"). In the end, he went solemnly into the back yard, and I followed. Our dear little friend was gone. I only hope his demise was quick and painless.

Bad Kitty, who still has down in his claws, and will receive only dry food tonight-and is not allowed to sleep with us.