DEXTER...STILL GROWING.

Go ahead..touch my kitty...I dare you.

I am NOT your pretty kitty kitty kitty, nummykins.

Does Pizza House Deliver?

Are you ever going to get up and feed me?

Your blocking Cat Diary on the TV.

Dinner or Die..

I swear to the Goddess, he gains a pound a day. Can you see the M on his forehead..? Stands for Me, Me, Me.

So'......I'm sitting on the pot letting the oatmeal do it's job this morning, minding my own business, while doing my business and as I sit there Dexter bites me on the ass. Yes, I know my ass is on the pot, but there is some overage and seems he can't resist it. He also thinks I am playing with him when I wipe my ass so he attacks my hand and the toilet paper. Going to the bathroom now days is a lot more exciting than it used to be before Dexter.

My nephew sent me two of his paintings and I usually am alert to where Dexter is when I get company like delivery people because he uses the distraction to make his great escape. So Tuesday I'm at the door signing the clip board for my 2 paintings and I see Dexter sneak out the door. I says:"You son of a bitch."....the UPS guy's head snaps up and he said "pardon me?"..I says:"Oh, not you, the cat... Dexter, he just escaped again."....He said:"Dexter? You named your cat after a serial killer?"...I says:"It's a lot better to scream Dexter when he gets out then 'you little mother fucker' like I wanted to name him. They may start leaving my packages at the office. The only reason I can catch him when he gets out is his love for treats...I just take the container of his snacks out and rattle the bottle and he just drops like a rock and waits for me to feed him. I pick him up and carry him and he's so big he hangs from my arm to the top of my legs..like carrying a croker sack of potatoes.

I'm working on a post about West, haven't done one in a while but there isn't much going on..Kinda boring in West the last couple of weeks..Everyone is just hibernating and waiting for Westfest. Speaking of which, I think this will be our thirty fifth anniversary coming up. I hope they have something better planned then the regular ole bands. I want them to get some of the 2nd or 3rd place winners from the American Idol contests. When they have their first meeting I'm going..see if I can piss off the old farts and let them loosen up on the reins a little so we can get someone new to play. Some one Good. Ok..gotta go...Nancy ordered some books from the Waco Library for me, plus I finally got the new Steve Berry book, the new T. Jefferson Parker book, and the second book by Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played With Fire. Can't wait till the third one comes out so Nancy can get it for our library. I have been reading up a storm. Cutting into my Pogo games. Y'all come back and see me ya'hea?

THE DARK TRAVELER--DEXTER

I keep thinking you people don't give a shit about seeing Dexter in all his glory..but then I like showing him off, so you'll just have to suffer through it..This is psycho in my little rattan tray, which will barely fit his fat ass, but he likes it anyhow. This was taken seconds before he attacked me and the camera.

He's sitting on the back of the recliner and uses it as a place to plan his attacks on my hands, head, newspaper, book, etc. and he bites..not little nips, but big hunks and punctures the skin.
I think this is my favorite picture of him..I'd been badgering him to 'look Dexter, look at me"...and finally this is the look I got. Babs and I think he might be part Maine Coon as he has the M over his forehead and the big ears and tails like a Maine Coon. Plus he's as big as a raccoon and is pushing 11 pounds. I keep singing 'he's got Alice Cooper eyes, to the tune of She's got Betty Davis eyes.' He seems to like it..

White claw...he attacks me through the gap in the foot-rest on the recliner. I'm never safe from attacks...Can you see his creepy little eyes peeking out of the gap?

This is his other favorite place to sleep. The green velvet basket that Annie was supposed to love but never did. He sleeps in those 2 places or with me in bed..he also likes the back of the one couch so he can look out the window and keep an eye on me so he knows when I'm busy reading and then he'll jump across the room, go under the recliner and then stage his attacks against me.

This is the birthday bag Babs gave me and he can fit in to it if he squeezes really hard..and when he does he pushes on the little button that plays Happy Birthday and that freaks him out. I'm pretty sure he does it on purpose so he will have an excuse to run down the hall way and up on the bed.

Just as I took the picture he attacked.

I don't see you, I don't hear you and you are not there.

This is my shelf of Internet family...well, and Michael with the Cobra. I think I would like everyone to send me a picture of themselves so I can have a wall of fame..If you'd like to I'll send my address ...That way I'll have you all right here. I like that idea a lot. I already have Nitty's granddaughter, Buddha_Boy, Rox's family in Canada...So..everyone send me your picture.

I'm coming down with a code..I hab a stuffed up nose and starting to feel crappy...Hope the Cowboys win tomorrow so I won't want to either kill myself or somebody....

DEXTER

hard to get him to stay still long enough to get a good picture..he's not know for his ability to cooperate. He is a furry cannon ball, that is intent on wrecking my house..