Posted on 05/25/2005 8:00:06 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Mimi did not appreciate ebing brushed.
I had to use a comb, a big "ace" brand comb.
Why was this?
Because she saw ME using a comb and figured somehow that combs were what should be used to groom her fur when such was necessary.
So I had this dual tooth comb, large width and small width teeth, and I'm combing the huge cat who is milk treading my knee and purring like a furry chainsaw.
And she had the most smug look I have EVER seen on a cat.
But if she was grooming herself -lookout!
She'd slap your hand and then snort OUT through her nose at you with her shoulders hunched and her head down.
(She was a mix breed bobcat domestic kitty. Thankfully she looked like a normal housecat if overly large and somewhat weird in her behavior at times.)
;-) you got 600.
They are so particular and no one is alike. I must get another kitty.
Yes I did. *BIG GRIN*
DJ SUNSHINE!
Music!!
The Ballad Of Ira Hayes --> Johnny Cash
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Sidenote: For cyborg!! Thanks for the request!
WoOhoo!!
I'll answer your FReepmail in a second!!
*HUGS*
I love your song!
As for your motto, well I don't rock! I just lounge! I'm a slacker ya know!!
How are the boys?
Did you see the Spelling Bee champion was another homeschool child? Excellent!!
Let me know when you locate that money tree. I'd like to plant several in my backyard. Hehe!
Have a fun day with your kids.
If I find one I'll send some roots to everyone here. Then we can Freep all day. :-)
I hope your boys are as well as mine!
Kearen is a luv.
She's no Mimi, but she's a Luv in her own right.
(Now if only she'd stop trying to kill me... but she seems to be under orders from Feline High Command..)
Idle question.. did the smut posting troll ping you this morning as well?
He showed up again earlier, and pinged some people, but it seems he left some people off this time.
Maybe they are not going to invade but are training us for something. Hmmm, something to ponder.
WooHoo!
Jinxie is cookin!!
(Although, Jinxie is much younger and better lookin than this dude in the pic!!)
Come on now jinxie, last night I had swiss cheese melted in bread substiture tortillas with a bit of balsamic vinegarette. I'm hungy!
He's got the fire too high too..LOL
Nope, the last I saw of that mental midget was Monday.
That is a possibility.
When cats start using human tech, it is time to either see a pshrink or take the cat to the vet.
(Dad's 'old lady' cat used to goof with technology.)
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