Cats and Men

My Cat recently died. He is yet another fatality to the highway I live on. I am the first to admit I am not the most sentimental about my animals. In other words, I will not leave them money when I die, I will put them to sleep before I spend the price of a car in vet bills and I do not get easily attached. I'm sure it comes from my semi-farm girl upbringing. There was always the possibility of raising a piglet one day and then being asked how they taste six months later at the breakfast table ( yes that really did happen her name was Becky). I have been known to say "cats are are the bic lighters of pets". But I have now been struck with an epiphany. Cats aren't like bic lighters they are like men. One out of every ten stays out of the places they are supposed to, goes pee in the appropriate places and doesn't get on your damn nerves. In other words, I loved my kitty and miss him terribly. He would be laying on top of my chair behind me as I type this if he were here. My son wants to get me another but it's a crap shoot. I could end up with the clingy up your ass cat that doesn't give you space and ends up on the counters in the middle of the night. I figure I have to wait a while before I will have the heart to have another cat. I don't want the next one to be a rebound cat! Like men, my kitty left me waiting for him to show up at the back door in the middle of the night, cans of food that only he likes and a big box of shit.

Ok... I'm still a Freak

For those who know me this will not be a surprise but for those who don't, well you will. I used to live a very different life. Today while mowing my lawn I was reminded of this. I live on a busy road with lots of motorcycle traffic. As I pushed the mower on the hill of the main road, my green tennis shoes trudging along a biker yelled HEY!!! and gave me a gesture that is similar to a peace sign with tongue. I have two vices, bikes and red hair. Neither are good for me. This guy had both. I'm sure he meant to offend the sweaty small town mom with his gesture. But... I'm a freak. I took it as a compliment and smiled. Yes, I used to ride motorcycles, flash other bikers and "raise more than my fair share of hell".
I ask you Mr. Red haired biker, who would probably sleep with my friends or steal my jewelry as some redheads before you have done, why not put your money where your mouth is, so to speak? I'm sure some women would see this as a degrating gesture but I've lived too much to be easily offended. How dare you ride by, wag your tongue at me and just keep going. I'm hot, sweaty, single, and at my sexual peak so all you mangaged to do was make me horney. I see this as false advertising and unless you plan on being taken up on your offer keep your tongue in check.