I noticed one of the neighborhood cats running down the sidewalk with something wiggling around in her mouth.  I think the cat is a her anyway.  I’m not really sure because she is so fluffy that it is really hard to tell.  We found out her real name is Puss Puss, but before that we called her Big Red.  She is a long haired orange cat.  We love kitties but Big Red is challenged in the looks department.  Since I am from the south this is where I should say she is so ugly “bless her heart”.   She always runs to our house because I will sometimes give her a treat.  Aside from being “not so cute” she is also quite pushy.  When we first moved in I opened the door to go outside and she  ran inside the house.  I asked her if she was confused.  I told her that she didn’t live here.  A few of my cats were not so happy about the intrusion and encouraged her to go back outside.  I feel bad for her because her family doesn’t apparently take good care of her.  This is why I will sometimes give her a treat when I see her.  All of our kitties are strictly indoor kitties and they are extremely spoiled!

Back to Big Red/Puss Puss running down the street with something in her mouth.  As she was running I heard this awful squeaking coming from what ever was in her mouth.  I thought oh no she caught a bird.  I run down the street without shoes just my socks.  I get closer to Puss Puss and notice it is not a bird but something fuzzy.  I catch her and see what is in her mouth.  It was a tiny little baby bunny.  I open her mouth and release the bunny.  The baby bunny is so scared that he runs into the sidewalk and Puss Puss gets away from me and catches the bunny again.  I catch Puss Puss again and get the bunny out of her mouth.  The baby bunny was still alive, but also very scared.  The bunny was so tiny he fit in the palm of my hand and was so still from fear.  Before now I had never seen a bunny so tiny.  I take the baby bunny and decide to go to my house and wait until Puss Puss disappears.  I thought it would be best to release the bunny after I no longer saw Puss Puss. 

After a few minutes I open the front door with the bunny and look around.  Suddenly from behind the bushes across the street I see Puss Puss jump out and start running towards me.  I forgot (even though I have four kitties) that kitties are extremely patient in hiding and waiting for their prey.  I go back inside and put the baby bunny in a shoe book.  I decided to wait awhile until Puss Puss was really gone and not just hiding behind a bush.  Even though kitties are patient they also have ADD.  They can get easily distracted sometimes when something more interesting comes along.

After some time passed I looked outside and saw a big adult bunny across the street making a weird noise.  I began to wonder if she was the mama bunny calling for her baby.  Until that day when I  heard the baby bunny crying from the cat’s mouth and the mama crying for her baby I had never heard a bunny make noises.  After hearing and seeing the mama bunny, I run and get the baby bunny.  I followed the mama bunny to some bushes and release the baby to her and together they both went further into the bush.  I was so glad they were reunited.  It would have made me so sad to see the mama bunny looking and calling for her baby when her baby was captured by a cat.  I love kitties, but I don’t like them catching cute little tiny baby bunnies.  Another good reason we keep our kitties indoors.  I don’t want to think about my kitties eating something so cute and little.

This whole ordeal happened sometime this summer.  Before this happened with the bunny I rarely saw bunnies around my house.  I have a garden in the summer and I would think that would be a bunny’s buffet.  More bunnies started to come around, but not one of them touched my garden.  I think the bunnies leave my garden alone because I rescued that baby bunny.  I have a deal with the bunnies.  However, I don’t know how long the deal will  last.  But, now every night we look outside there is a bunny in the backyard.  I wonder if they are watching over the house or saying thank you.  I don’t usually believe in unusual things.  But, I cannot help but wonder why the bunnies are suddenly here when they were never here before.  It also seems really coincidental that they are here now after I rescued that baby bunny.  Chrissy on the other hand is a little more realistic.  She thinks they come to eat the compost.

I love nail polish.  I love the way my fingernails and toenails look when they are painted.  I am like a little child saying “pretty”.  It also makes me feel very girly.  In the summer my toenails are always painted.  I really don’t like looking at my toenails when they are not painted.  I would really like to always have my fingernails painted as well.  But, my last attempt at painting my fingernails did not go so well.  There are several factors that could have hindered my success.  The biggest would probably be that the nail polish I was using was as old as I am.  As many people know the polish won’t spread on the nail right if it is old.  But, I really liked the color so I decided to try it out anyway.

When I paint my fingernails I always leave my thumbs for last.  I don’t really know why, but that is what I do.  I had managed to paint all my fingers and it was time to paint my thumbs.  I painted one thumb and was getting ready to paint the other thumb.  I was right about to put that tiny paint brush down on my thumb, when my index finger twitched.  This made my index finger barely touch my middle finger.  My fingers touched enough to make the nail polish on my index finger smudge.  Now all but one thumb and one index finger were painted.  So I repaint my index finger and paint my thumb.  I thought to myself “success” because all my nails where painted.  I even had a back scratcher handy just in case I had an itch.  During my painting session I was watching Drop Dead Diva.  It took me almost the entire Drop Dead Diva episode to paint my nails.  I used the fast drying nail polish because I knew I would mess up my nails if the polish didn’t dry fast enough.  Right as Drop Dead Diva was about to end I noticed a smudge on my other index finger.  I removed the nail polish from my index finger when the tiniest of tiny drops from the nail polish remover landed right on my thumb.  Now I needed to repaint my thumb and index finger again.  After Drop Dead Diva ended I starting watching Army Wives while I painted my remaining two fingernails. 

Apparently I need really really fast drying nail polish.  Because somehow while sitting perfectly still watching Army Wives another smudge happened.  I repainted the nail again.  I don’t know how many smudges happened and how many repainting my fingernails occurred.  It took me the entire episodes of Army Wives and Drop Dead Diva to get my nails painted.  Each episode is an hour long.  Somehow the nail polish kept getting ruined on one or two of my fingernails.  There I was watching several hours of television and my nails where still not “pretty”.  After all the smudges giving me a nervous breakdown and a few panic attacks I finally said forget it.  I removed the polish from every single one of my fingernails.  This was the first time I had such difficulty getting my fingernails painted.  However, I don’t think I will be attempting to paint my fingernails anytime soon.  I guess my nails will just have to remain “ugly” for a while.

It is time in Virginia to elect a governor and several other politicians.  I am not a particularly political person, but I don’t have my head in the sand either.  I never miss an opportunity to exercise my right to vote.  I will never understand a person who doesn’t vote.  Especially if that person complains constantly about who is in office.  I just want to ask that person one question.  “What did you do about it?”  If I didn’t vote I wouldn’t feel that I have the right to complain.  Now the real reason as to why I vote is out.  My vote is not cast because I believe in a particular person.  Because I don’t.  I vote so I can complain.  I guess I should say I also vote because it is my right as an American.  There are several countries that will never have that right.  Even with my crappy attitude toward politics I believe deep down that my vote can maybe make a difference. 

Now it is time for my crappy attitude.  What politician really makes monumental change happen?  Most politicians don’t even get anything done.  Maybe they get the potholes in my neighborhood filled.  But, when it comes to decreasing the amount I payout in health insurance (which is A LOT by the way) I can forget about it.  I will probably achieve the ability to fly before that happens.

Politicians usually just screw things up worse.  Another view of mine is I think we are turning into a communist nation.  I do not say this because of who is in government.  It really does not matter whether they are republican or democrat.  I hear most people and the news refer to them as blue or red.  Most politicians just want to hold us by the short hairs!  I could name hundreds of laws designed to keep the American people in order.  When in reality a lot of the laws just create more chaos.  Prohibition of alcohol comes to mind.  How did that law work out?  There are several countries that have fewer laws and function just fine.  Maybe the politicians should focus on really helping us with health care, the state of the economy or even basic rights that every person should have instead of giving us more laws. 

All of this rambling finally brings me to this point of the blob.  Why are we controlled by blue and red?  Why can’t there ever be another color.  I know sometimes another color sneaks in there.  I consider myself a moderate.  This basically means I hate everyone.  Most people who vote feel trapped.  They really don’t like either person.  But there is one person they like less.  It becomes all about voting for the person they dislike the least.  Or the voter does not like either politician, but will vote democrat or republican because that is how they always vote.  This is why we always get stuck with some schmuck in office.  This politician is usually only good for the small details and not good with issues that really matter oh say like the economy.  Which gets me started on another topic the blue or red people have health care and money.  Why would they really care about our needs?

There is optimism in me somewhere.  Change is possible.  I think it will take the right person.  I don’t think that person will be a republican or democrat.  It will have to be a person who is not controlled by their political party or worse money.  The word lobbyist flashes before me.  Money is also what makes it difficult for another party to get in office.

People feel they have to choose a color.  Well I won’t stand for it any longer.  I am not picking blue or red when both of them miss the mark for me.  I am picking a different color.  I know I am fighting a tough battle and blue or red will probably win.  But, at least I know I had nothing to do with it because I chose a different color.  So I will continue to exercise my right to complain…I mean vote.

I was taking pictures of Dundee playing catch.  Jeb is a very jealous kitty so he immediately jumped in and tried to show off his abilities at catching toys.   After I looked at the picture it really looked like he was dancing without a partner.  Kitties are so smart and flexible and it always amazes me.  His sister Dundee is really good at catching things and playing fetch.  Jeb is competitive and he is always trying to keep up with his baby sister.  He has a hard time keeping up, but he is a very determined boy!