Does My Rear Look Big Like This?

The Yackstar has to be nearly twelve.  I should know, but I don’t, and each time I wonder, I have to count.  That wouldn’t be easy either, but the day I use is the one I met with the RTR’s principal.  He was going to be in the first grade, and I was going to enroll him in our neighborhood school.  It was April Fool’s Day and we’d just had to put our dear old cat Holis down.

You don’t forget things like that.

Her name isn’t really the Yackstar.  It’s Precious, but you’d never know that because in much the same way that our dog’s name changes, hers does as well.  But I only really called her the Yackstar when I was referring to her and her proclivity for yacking on the rug near the laundry room, which is now beyond all possible methods of repair.

Right now, I call her Fresh Nuts.  Yes, I know she’s a female, and no, she’s not crazy.  It’s more of a deriviative:  Precious, Freshness, Fresh Nuts.

Get it?

Probably not, but I think it’s hilarious.

But when she’s finally decided to venture outside in what seems like weeks, and then decides to sneak into the cranky neighbor’s yard, and then yeowl loudly about not being able to figure out how to get back into our patio, I don’t think it’s hilarious at all.

There’s no way I’m hissing, “Here  Fresh Nuts!  Here, kittakittakitta.  Heeeeeeeerrrrrrreeeeeee Fresh Nuts!”  No.  I have to use her proper name so  when the cranky neighbor slams not one, but two of his windows at 11:30pm even though I’m barely making a sound, he won’t think I’m being derogatory.

She slept outside all night, and when I hissed over at her the next morning, she ran from the bushes sporting spider webs and dried leaves, yeowling to get through the fence.  Even the guaranteed to get her complete and undivided attention sound of a catfood can being tantilizingly opened and the droolworthy aroma of Friskies Turkey & cheese Dinner In Gravy waved under her nose couldn’t inspire her to remember how to squeeze through the fence.

So I left her there.

Her appetite must have encouraged her to remember.
Fresh Nuts


11 responses to “Does My Rear Look Big Like This?”

  1. Earlene

    I love that picture. That’s how I feel trying to get the printer to work. The one I bought from some guy I don’t know for $40. Stupid.

  2. That’s how I look most of time – but my ass is BIGGER – bless her heart. Being hungry always gets the best of me too….

  3. I try never to lay that way when people are looking.

  4. Mom. I’ll help you get the printer to work. Now undrape yourself from over the arm of the sofa. People may talk.

    Beth. Uh-huh. Mine, too. But I won’t be straddling the arm of my sofa anytime soon. People would DEFINITELY talk.

    cooper, it all depends on which people, doesn’t it? I mean, the angle and all?

  5. what is with that… mine gets himself “stuck” i the woodshed,, when he clearly jumped over the back door to get in there….. no clue…..

  6. I think they know we’ll rescue them. It’s a control thing. Blackitty used to do the same thing except at the other neighbor’s house. He’d cry to get in our back door, but when we looked outside, we’d notice he was sitting on the other side of the fence. And he’d look at us like, “Well?”

  7. that photo is priceless! HA!

  8. That picture is great!!!! I can get back on here, no problems now!!

  9. Ritzy

    HEHEHEHEEHE… love love love the photo of Yackstar, aka FreshNuts. 🙂 Is that her best side?

  10. Love the picture! Aren’t cats a trip???

  11. this is STILL crazy funny to me!!

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