I saw that something interesting is coming on the history channel tonight about cannibalism… In the exciting preview’s it showed a man sitting over a camp fire cooking up some vittles… mmmm… Tasty… After, I started to wonder about a few things myself…Would I, under extreme circumstances, eat human flesh to survive. Would you? Of course most of us will never have to worry about that because most of us will never be put in the position to be on the top of a freezing mountain or caught out at sea floating on a small raft with dieing friends… For me I guess a lot of factors would have to be in place…. Well, WHO was with me might play a small part in it…. And then I started even thinking crazier stuff like no way would I eat a huge fat person… the cholesterol would be out of this world!… Even being skinny factored into it because I figured, a skinny poor looking person would probably succumb to the elements first… and they would be, probably be, a little stringy… I judge this on what I know about steak…I felt a bit queasy myself so I have decided I must watch this program that’s coming on tonight on the history channel…. I’ll let those of you know how it came out… Yeah… I’m sure you’ll be on the edge of your seat waiting….

Well last night was a nice night… I stayed up a bit late waiting to talk to a friend on line and the time seemed to slip away… before I knew it, it was after 1 am… Time sure fly’s when you’re having a good time….

I’m really hating the fact that I used my REAL name for my blog and not some made up one! There are things I want to say but I can’t out of fear my family will read it!… I mean… there are just some things I DON’T want my dad and brothers knowing! Or anyone on the in law side either!

Ever wonder what your dog is thinking when he sees you on the toilet?….. Mine has an expression like….. “ YOU BITCH!… your pissing in my water dish!”….. He sees that I’m going to the bathroom and he ALWAYS follows me in… He sits in the door way watching me with that messed up expression and every time I say to him… “ what?…. This is my toilet!”…. ( I catch him drinking out of the toilet on a regular basis)

I tried to post pictures and they wouldn’t!…. I have some rather nice ones of my little Bonnie but I can’t get them ON!…. I have tried over and over again and I guess it’s not to be….. Dang it!

Now this next post of my life and times happened about 6 years ago…. Talking of all the “Chester’s” a few posts ago reminded me of my favorite Chester of them all…. He had come up onto my porch about 3 mornings after Chester the second was squashed out in the road… My heart had been broken as I heard the strange sound on our porch that cool spring morning… I had looked out the window and there between the feet and under the nose of Big Easy… (My big out side dog) stealing warmth from his breath … Was Chester the third! He was a good friend before he grew up and ran away… But this particular day that I am about to relive will live in my mind for ever…. He had grown up some and I’d say he was around a year old on the morning he decided to get angry for the first time… I had woke up late and I jumped up screaming for my son to wake up before he missed the school bus… Chester had been lying on the bed casually soaking up the sun rays that were coming threw the window…. Taking advantage of the fact that my boyfriend /husband wasn’t in the bed making him get down … He had NEGLECTED to wake me up when he got up! I heard his truck out front warming up…. I looked out the front window and I screamed … “Thanks a fucking lot!”… Then I looked back towards my son’s room and screamed for him to get up… AGAIN! Now I don’t make it a habit to get up screaming… that’s just not my style….. But that morning seemed to be going badly from the very start…. I heard a strange low growling and when I looked around I could see Chester was looking at me with his eyes WIDE OPEN and making a sound, the best I can describe it, like Rose Mary’s Baby calling for its momma…. “ Maaaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”… I paid him NO attention as I jumped from my bed and ran to the window screaming …. “You ASS HOLE! Now everyone is going to be late!!!!!”… When I turned back around Chester had moved to the other side of the bed and was still looking at me like a Lion gazing across the Serengeti at it unsuspecting prey…. STILL I PAID HIM NO ATTENTION as I ran past him and flung my self on the bed on my stomach so that I could reach under it for my shoes…. When I came up I saw him inching his way for me side ways… ear’s back…. Still making that fucking sound! “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”… I pointed my finger at him and said… “Now Chester…..” and it was then that he jumped for me and sunk his teeth into the soft part of my arm…. The harder I pulled the harder his bite sunk into me…. It was then that my boyfriend/husband came in to see what I had been yelling out the window and saw that Chester had my arm. He on the other hand had NO love at all for Chester and didn’t feel the need to TRY and pull him off, so he slapped him on top of the head and he turned loose and ran under the bed…. Now I’m sure you’re thinking right about now … how bad can a cat be? Well … They can maul the cotton picking hell out of you! I sat back on the bed looking at my arm and listened to “ass hole” telling me that he was going to beat the hell out of Chester when he caught him…. I said nothing as he brushed his teeth and then left… I had found the first aid kit and was sitting on the edge of the bed doctoring my arm up when I heard the school bus was out front and my kid was not on it!!!!!!… I screamed at him from where I sat… “You missed the God Damn Bus!!!!… I told you to get the fuck up!!!!”…. AND then from out of NO where Chester was on me again!… this time his mouth had sunk into my neck and his front claw’s had embedded in my head!…I grabbed him this time around the neck and choked him off me…. And as I threw him away from me he tried to dig his claws in me till the very end! This time I jumped up and threw my shoes at him and he ran out the bedroom door into the living room and I ran into the bathroom…. Now who would have thought that screaming means bring it on Mother Fucker, in cat? Believe me…. I had no Idea…. I hadn’t got any scratches on my face but I felt blood leaking down my fore head and my neck… My brother showed up about 20 minutes later and said that my head might need a stitch… and then asked HOW a cat could kick my ass since I out weighed him by 150 lbs… I sat there looking at my brother as he giggled about it and said…. “ I dare you to go up against CHESTER! He was a savage! Wild and untamed acting!”…. I didn’t see Chester for the rest of the day and when “ass hole” got home from work I told him I had busted my head open on the medicine cabinet so he wouldn’t kill Chester…. I sat there as He gave me the big long speech about being clumsy ( which I’m not! )… And thought Ohhhhhhhhh Chester…. The things I endure for the love of an animal!…. I have always loved cat’s…. It is amazing to me how a cat, left alone, will fend for it’s self. I have had barn cats that I didn’t feed for a few months and they were huge and fat!… Not even caring if I brought food to them…. I think cat’s can love just like dogs, they just need the right owners… and turns out that was the only time Chester ever got mad… Of course I never screamed around him again either!….