A few weeks back, I was on a roll. Every day I was getting out on Baby Stewie. For 3 weeks. I even managed to crash a couple times and one of them left a mark.
Right Bicep. Felt like I broke the collar bone, again.
Life was good. Then, Punkin' (who happens to live with me now) went dumpster diving and came up with this:
Meet Rumpke. NOT the newest member of the family. Note the ominous foreshadowing.
Two Fridays ago, she was getting gas and heard an odd noise from a dumpster. She went over a looked and found this Devil Dog wrapped up in a dingy towel. I took some emergency vacation and we took the dog to the vet. Given the circumstances of it's discovery, she named it Rumpke. It appears to be some kind of Rottie and Australian Cattle Dog mix and was about 4 weeks old when found. . When she found it, it weighed 2 lbs. In one week it was up to 4 lbs. Sweet dog. It really likes to hug. With its teeth. We're working on that.
So, there was a week of spending my mtb time caring and getting things set up for Rumpke. And then came these:
Queen Jane Approximately, Pyewacket, and Flaumig von Schnappibottom.
These three sweeties are half sisters of Miss Hinson. She was ever so thrilled to meet them.
If I turn up missing, you know who to blame.
I got Hinson last October when a coworker mentioned he was going to take a litter of 5 kittens and turn them loose in a farm field because he couldn't have that many cats in his house. I took the 5 kittens, made him swear to get mom cat spayed, kept Hinson, and turned 4 into the SPCA. Guess who didn't get mom cat spayed? This time, I only had 3 kittens (out of a litter of 6) to deal with. He claims to have found homes for the other 3.
I kept one.
Queen Jane Approximately.
I named her after the only song I've never heard Bobby forget the words to. I'm sure he has. I've just never witnessed it.
One of my coworkers decided her older cat needed a sibling of the same species. So she, being native of Germany ( and the poor soul I made sing the Schnappi song during the canoe portion of the Little Miami Triathlon last fall) got this one.
Flaumig von Schnappibottom. For some reason, upon getting her home, my friend renamed her Mitzi. Some people...no taste.
The third kitten was headed to the Humane Society. Or so my girlfriend thought.... Again, ominous foreshadowing. I talked my girlfriend into going with me to pick up the kitties. The third one didn't make it to the shelter. She did make to my girlfriend's shoulder....
Pyewacket. Note the glowing red eyes...
I caught an elbow to the ribs when I mentioned naming her new kitten after a witches familiar from the 1600's was appropriate. I think my girlfriend thought I was saying she was 400 years old.
Because of work schedules and vacations, I had all three kittens for a week. Here's how Count Mortimer reacted:
No, Morty, that's not a dog bed.
Here's King's reaction:
Again, if I turn up missing....
Last Saturday, Linda got Pyewacket. Yesterday, my friend from work "found" a little kitty at work (good thing she just happened to have her cat carrier with her) and got it home to her first grade and fifth grade daughters before her husband got home. So last night, it occurred to King
that Queen Jane is staying.
They both seem to be getting over it, though.
Morty and Jane.
King and Jane.
Now, if we can just get Rumpke from hugging Jane with her teeth.....