Kahuna

Breakfast Denied

Yaya just sent me this picture of one of her cats cursing the inventor of glass. 

Kahuna

40 Years Later

Today is the 40th anniversary of my Little Grandpa's death, and I chose to honor his memory all day. I know that my perception of him is certainly not 100% accurate - after all, what adult presents their whole authentic self to a nine year old? - but the man he showed me is a man that shapes my life right up to the here and now. 

It being a Sunday, I went to Mass (with my mother-in-law today), and said a prayer for him. Then I met YaYa and her boyfriend Alex at the cemetery to pay our respects. YaYa had purchased and brought along a bouquet of flowers at my request. 

I said some prayers over the grave, introduced Alex to his potential future Great-Grandfather in law, and broke up a little bit. 40 years and it still stings. Man. Whodathunkit? 

Tacky it may be, but there's actually a Poke stop/gym at the cemetery, and they spent a minute or two showing me how to use my app. 

From there, I went home for a bit. Then I grabbed Smiley and headed over to a rummage sale run by Alex's parents, more to pay my respects and support them then anything, although I picked up a neat JFK PT boat lapel pin that YaYa had tipped me off too (kudos to me for raising a kid who knows enough history to have picked it out of the group), and a copy of a NY Times from 9/11. 

Later, after Lisa went to work, I dropped Junie off at her friend Lucy's house for a picnic with most of the Core Four.  If I haven't mentioned it, it was a blisteringly hot day (in the 90's) from start to finish, and just moving around was enough to make me thankful for air conditioning. So the idea of a *picnic*  . .  yeah, no thanks. 

Since I was already on the north side I went and refilled the little library at Junie's school 

Then, partly by design, partly by proximity, I moseyed down to the Milwaukee animal shelter where I was introduced to two kitties, a one eyed and very afraid Cleveland, and this fine specimen of canine genetics, all 15 pounds of him lol, ridiculously named Snoopy . . . 

I wanted him. Not gonna lie. But I sent text after text to the family and got no response, even after sitting at the shelter for 45 minutes. So I left. 

And when I got home Lisa texted that I should get him. Naturally. 

Alas, when I called the shelter was closing soon and would not adopt him out, and is closed for Labor Day tomorrow. 

Swell. 

Anyway, about an hour later Junie called for a pickup and I trotted back out. She had a great time, and I greatly enjoyed laughing at her carrying all her picnic stuff back to our car LOL 

So, a pretty varied day, but overall a good one, and (I think) an honorable way to honor Little Grandpa. 

:)

Dinner with YaYa

This evening, after a long day at work and a trip down to East Troy pick up a Facebook Marketplace item, I went over to Yaya's apartment for dinner and a movie.

The place where we were going to get food was closed for the day, so I wound up at Papa Murphy's where I picked up a pizza for us to share. The place was packed, the preparation area was a mess, and the staff frazzled. As I waited there the cashier abruptly decided that no one from that point forward  would be allowed to order pizza, which kind of defeats the purpose of a pizza restaurant. He also ran outside to confront an angry customer who stormed out, which is pretty bold considering said cashier weighed all of a hundred pounds soaking wet. 

I do grow tired of so much drama and anger as life goes on. It seems to be growing more common too. Ugh. 

Anyhow, we cooked up the pizza at YaYa's apartment and I must say, for once I got the timing just right. It was great. 

Then we fired up Netflix and put on Big George Foreman, biographical film about the two-time heavyweight champion turned preacher and product pitchman. 

The  movie went through Foreman's life in a straight chronological order, and I'll admit that it had a pretty pedestrian script. At times you could have mistaken this for a good TV  movie of the week - back when such things actually still existed. 

That isn't to say that I didn't enjoy the movie. It was entertaining, even if you don't like boxing, and as I happen to love the sport I enjoyed it all the more.  Foreman's life has all the ups and downs and crazy twists you need to keep a story going, even when the folks doing the telling stumble-bumble a bit in the execution. 

I grade the film a B if you like boxing, a C+ if you don't. 

Anyway, it was a genuinely fun and relaxing evening with my oldest and I appreciate the invite. Boo to my grandkitty Atticus tho,  who acted put out by my presence lol

So A Cat Walks into a Bar . . .

Originally posted by YaYa on this day in 2015

Kahuna on the Landing

 

In Which LuLu Saves A (Feline) Life

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RIP Custard

Rest in Peace dear Custard, we love you very much. I already miss you.

pics by YaYa

 My 15 year old cat Angel, who loves me more than anyone ever has and more than I deserve had been to the vet a few times recently and costing us money we can afford to lose.

Man I hope God let’s me keep her a few more years - Lisa

Our Beautiful Old Lady

Angelcakes

Gussy

Gus Gustopherson, Esq.

The Gustopher

3 Pics of my GusGus Gustofferson

Someone found GusGus!!

EDIT!!!!- Around 8 two amazing people saw my facebook post about our missing fat little kitty, GusGus. They went on a walk by Tenuta's SPECIFICALLY to look for him. Amazing people. They saw him in a driveway and approached him. He ran under the porch but they grabbed him. They called the number listed on the post and called us. We rushed outside and when I saw him I screamed "OMG". Yeah, it scared him and he ran under our neighbors porch. After digging a hole, getting covered in dirt, a bottle of catnip, fishfood, and cat treats, at 8:17 he was placed in our house and immediately plopped on our rug, and cuddled us. The other cats followed him around and smelled him to make sure it was there brother. He ate, drank and purred because he was home. (He'll get a bath soon, he smells like dirt lol) Thank you everyone for your prayers, and support. And TO THE GIRLS WHO FOUND HIM, WE LOVE YOU!!!  

- JUNIE

 Our beloved grey and black mackerel tabby escaped our house a couple nights back. We hung up flyers around Bayview; Classic slice, Mobil, and Bp. We've seen miracles about finding pets in this group so we decided to try. He's grey, black with accents of white forming his common mackerel tabby pattern (almost like tiger stripes) and is microchipped. One of his eyes is cloudy as a result of glaucoma and he is heavyset. He is VERY friendly and frankly, is probably happy wherever he is as long as he is being fed lol but our other cats and family miss him. Please work your magic. If you see him please contact 414-XXXX or 414-XXXX

THERE IS A REWARD IF YOU FIND HIM

Captain MooMoo makes an appearance

Captain Moo Moo made a rare social appearance, jumping up on the bed and demanding I pet him for a good ten minutes.

 

Progress for Captain Moo Moo

Look who is currently sitting on the couch, even with two of the other cats in the room. This cat is a cuddler by nature. Give him a month and he'll be sleeping on our bed.

Captain MooMoo Goes to the Vet

Took the new cat to the vet today. Captain MooMoo is down to 17 pounds(!) from 19.3# at the pound, and despite what the Humane Society told us, he's completely declawed. 🙀😿