There will be hell to pay . . .

Once again Puss Boy wanted to go on the boat, and once again, started acting like the Tasmanian Devil when he realized he was surrounded by water . . . we went without him, but there was hell to pay.

The Koi in the pond are really going to hear about it now . . .

Fishers of Men and Cats and Other Meanies

So, okay, we're throwing a big fish fry for R's family in THREE weeks and need pounds and pounds of fish. So I ask the gang, "Who wants to fish?" None of any of the related kids responded, but I got a resounding resolution from the numerous quadrupeds who populate our homestead:

Fish? You mean REAL fish, not the kind of dried, processed crap in a bag from PetCo you usually give me?Count me in, but I get to DRIVE!

Of course, the Apocolypse ensued. Dogs every where, geese swooping in for their share, and 25 pounds of flipping, flopping catfish trying to leap for their lives.

And in the ensuing mayhem, Sam (R's dog) somehow gulped down 1/4 pound of stink bait while assorted men were trying to keep fish in the boat.

Sam didn't get sick. She's okay. Or will be, until Robert's dad finds out she consumed half a can of costly catfish bait . . .

All's well that ends well, however. The boys caught their fish, the dogs got their ride, and Sam ate lots of really stinky cat fish bait.

Life is good on the lake . . .

Kit Frazier and the Bush Whackers...and the Writing Life

Kit Frazier and the Bush Whackers...and the Writing Life

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It's not easy being an Evil Genius . . .

Power, wealth and an endless supply of Little Friskies are not enough for Atticus the Meany Cat. He is out for World Domination, beginning with the dog . . .

And just as the target approaches . . .

Prepare for Projectile Puss Mode!























But Bodhi proves to be a worthy nemesis . . .

Ah, to live and fight another day . . .