Hey, Bud

So we have this cat. His name is Bud. We acquired him about this time in 2004. He was the cutest little kitty you have ever seen.

Didn't last long.

Hey Bud. YOU are a gigantic pain in the arse.

Do you really think he cares.....because this picture is taken from inside my kitchen....he will come right to the window a meow like a stuck pig to get attention. He will paw at the window. He has put little holes in my screen with his claws.

Hey Bud. YOU are a gigantic pain in the arse.

He started out being a house kitty. But he wasn't very good at it. I mean really he was bad at being a house kitty. He couldn't make up his mind whether he wanted in or out. But he became out when he whizzed on my Christmas Tree skirt. Not once, but twice and that my friends, earned him the boot. He is an outside cat. Who is still trying to get back in.

He can open the back screen door with his paw. No lie.

Bud is blind in one eye. He and his litter mates were brought in to the vet hospital with horrid eye infections and in reallyreallyreally bad shape. The vet students nursed them back to health and put them up for adoption.

We are suckers for the underdog.

Bud is meaner than snot. There are no pretty birds in our yard. There are no bunnies, moles, rats, mice and fewer and fewer squirrels. This is what I saw when I looked out earlier in the week:

This squirrel must have been on the short bus when the memo was sent out not to play in our yard.

This isn't the first time he has stalked and reduced the squirrel population. He starts with the head and eats to the tail. He leaves nothing behind.



But this time....squirrel butt must have tasted bad....he left this for us as a lovely parting gift...


Hey Bud. YOU are a gigantic pain in the arse. Just sayin'.