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We Have Weasel…

Well, okay. My To Do list is…done.

Wow.

Huh.

I haven’t done much more than sleep since I got in, but I promise to do more. Like drink. And then sleep some more.

Charlotte’s fine. She’s slinking around like a bad smell, but that’s a big step up from sulking in a box somewhere. She’s even voluntarily stepped into a room with Uncle B in it, mostly because she’s flat fascinated by the fire. She’s never seen fire before and, on the whole, she’s inclined to think it’s a good thing.

Wait ’til she sees her first Christmas tree.

Anyhoo, the champagne ain’t going to drink itself! Thanks for the good vibes, dudes.

Another day of treating myself like fine china — cracked, beautiful — and I’ll be back to my old self.

Yeah. Sorry. Best we can hope for.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from apotheosis
Time: November 26, 2008, 6:49 pm

@ that pic: i can has nightmare?

Glad you made it safely!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 26, 2008, 6:53 pm

The pic was part of an animation I built but never posted. Damien was weaned too early, and was privately convinced Charlotte had milk but was holding back on him. One of the (many and justified) reasons she hated him was that he was constantly trying to prove himself right.

I got a great short sequence of photos in the basement: him looking wistfully at her as she walks away, her indulging herself in a stretch while he closes in for the kill, her walking away with an angry expression. I missed the one frame in between where he hooks his nose under her belly and tries to cop a meal. My camera wasn’t that quick. So this image was created to fill in that gap.

Alas, the little shitbag disappeared before I finished and I didn’t have the heart to post it.

 


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: November 26, 2008, 7:02 pm

Welcome home Stoaty! I hope y’all have a great Thanksgiving tomorrow.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 26, 2008, 7:03 pm

Wait until the wonderful tinsel-flavored treats begin to appear in the litter box!

And: Welcome [gulp!] home, Weez!

 


Comment from Gnus
Time: November 26, 2008, 7:41 pm

Happy homecoming… er, homegoing, Sweasel, and a merry Thanksgiving to all.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: November 26, 2008, 7:46 pm

Congrats, Stoaty! You too, Badger!
Ya did it!

And have a happy Turkey Day!

Eat! Eat like the wind!

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: November 26, 2008, 7:52 pm

Congratulations, Weas! You are officially an ex-pat!

 


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 26, 2008, 8:23 pm

Oh yeah, take at least a week to recover. Yippee!

 


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 26, 2008, 8:27 pm

BTW, my ferret Benny was weaned too soon too. He greatly annoyed the others by constantly trying to suck on their ears.

Enjoy that champagne!

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 26, 2008, 8:48 pm

I adopted a kitteh long long ago, and awoke one night to discover he was attempting to knead milk out of my direct objects, which, IIRC, are not normally associated with lactation.

/No, I will not change my name to Claude Balz (I use that exclusively to sign moonbat petitions)

 


Comment from Michael
Time: November 26, 2008, 9:17 pm

OK, so you made it.

Here’s your assignment — go to the Lake District, do a trek, and post pictures along with some poetry by Coleridge.

Aside from that — glad you made it! I hope your adventure works out well for you, and admire your pluck for taking this on.

 


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 26, 2008, 9:18 pm

heh hehe, the old book title “Tiger’s Revenge” by Claude Balz.

Still cracks me up.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: November 26, 2008, 9:57 pm

or my dad’s fave, “Trail in the Sand” by Peter Draggin.

 


Comment from Jill
Time: November 26, 2008, 10:42 pm

‘The Yellow River’ by I.P. Daily

‘1000 Steps To The Outhouse’ by Willie Makeit
(illustrated by Betty Woant)

This brings back great memories of sitting on the couch in my grandmother’s dining room (it folded out into a bed) with my two younger male cousins, giggling at these book titles.

If I close my eyes, it’s Thanksgiving 1972 again…everyone is still here, and holidays are still something to look forward to. >sigh<

🙂

 


Comment from Jill
Time: November 26, 2008, 10:44 pm

Happy Thanksgiving everyone, and you, Little Miss Weasel, may all the rest of your wishes come true.

xoxo, guys…

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 26, 2008, 10:59 pm

Happy Thanksgiving, fellow minions!

Glad you reminded me – just taked the turkey out of the freezer…

The Weasel? Fast asleep on the sofa. Charlotte? Equally asleep on the stairs, immediately mistress of all she surveys.

Any minute now, I might start humming ‘Our house’.

Or maybe not 😉

Wouldn’t want to wake the new owners.

 


Comment from Joanna
Time: November 26, 2008, 11:37 pm

Congrats, Badge, you are now officially outnumbered. Have fun with your lone Y chromosome. 😛 Weasel, remember the principle of nobless oblige. Good luck to everybody!

 


Comment from bad cat robot
Time: November 26, 2008, 11:46 pm

Uncle B, the correct term is “owner”. Charlotte will probably let Weas stay, if only because she is a trained servant. Depending on the depth and freshness of the gooshyfood bowl, she might be inclined to hear Weasel’s plea and allow you to stay as well. Be glad you house apes have opposable thumbs, or it would be Tango Uniform for the lot of you.

 


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 27, 2008, 1:30 am

Oh dang, Uncle B, you just took the turkey out now? It needs two days or so to defrost in the fridge.

 


Comment from Dave in Texas
Time: November 27, 2008, 1:32 am

It’s a Thanksgiving miracle!

Well, it’s a something. Good news.

Congrats to you both.

 


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 27, 2008, 1:35 am

But just remember to count your blessings and so forth…Sorry to be a potential downer.

Thaw, turkey, THAW!

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: November 27, 2008, 1:55 am

Nah, I think you can thaw it out in the sink so long as you keep changing out the water. Prolly won’t be ready to cook until late in the afternoon.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Count your blessings for today, send prayers to the folks of Mumbai (or wishes that they crush the islamonuts), and gird your loins.
I have to work tomorrow for a few, then off to the sis-n-law’s with the pies I made today.

 


Comment from JuliaM
Time: November 27, 2008, 2:13 am

Oh, yeah, it’s fortuitous-extra-turkey-time for our former colonists, isn’t it?

Happy Thanksgiving! 🙂

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 27, 2008, 7:10 am

It’s okay. It’s a rolled breast filet. And Uncle B never sups before the wee hours, so we have until midnight to get that bad boy thawed. It’s on a thawing plate thingie now…bowl of water next.

Happy T’giving, y’all. It’s market day, but it’s raining, so the merchants will roll up early. I’ve got one more day of hamming it up and then I have to figure out some way to make myself seem useful. You think THAT’s going to be easy?

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: November 27, 2008, 7:37 am

I’m going to make a Turkey Balti tonight in you American’s honour. Turkey to celebrate your celebration of spiritual and material wealth (or ‘celebration of the genocide of the Native Americans’ as some self-loathing, mixed-up prick on the intertubes announced the other day) and balti because, well, I haven’t had a curry for a while.

By the way, there was one of these ubiquitous home improvement shows on BBC 1 last night which make up the majority of daytime TV these days, and they were turning this couple’s garden into a giant badger sett. They (the couple) went to this woman who’d rescued a load of badger cub’s house and sure enough there were these adorable little badger cubs (pups?) frollicking around in the kitchen. Then, the rescuer announced that car drivers kill around 15,000 of them on the roads each year.

Have you lost any family members to reckless drivers, B?

Anyway, I’m glad you made it Weas. And I’m glad the transition was facilitated by booze and tranquilisers, just like it should be.

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 27, 2008, 10:30 am

Wilkommen! I’m so glad you made it (sorry I didn’t send over my well wishes yesterday) and kitty too! Uncle B’s story was quite frightful, indeed. Glad it all worked out!

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: November 27, 2008, 10:33 am

Thanks, Julia and Gibby. And thanks to the prick Gibby mentions for reminding me of the true meaning of this day. I’m going to go give smallpox to a Native American now in honor of my Spanish forebears.

(I am actually part Cherokee, and no part Spanish, afaik. An ancestor married a Cherokee squaw a few generations back. The rest of me is a general hodgepodge, mostly Eastern European.)

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 27, 2008, 11:18 am

Hey, Episcopalians! So I was looking for a nice rendition of “For the Beauty of the Earth” to post on my blog, and there was this recessional hymn from some Episcopalian Church in NJ.

Now, the hymn talks about the beauty of the earth, about love, about stuff like that. But noooooooooooooooooo, the Episocpals had to throw in a bit about “For the hungry, homeless ones seeking life despite despair, For the nations buying guns while the children wait for care, God of all, this prayer we raise: Let us bring forth better days. for kids starving while people buy guns let us pray to bring a better day”.

Ruined a perfectly good hymn about what God has already done. Feh.

Sorry, rant over.

(I wonder if Anglicans Across the Seas also change good hymns so as to make them fit their social agenda narrative.)

 


Comment from nbpundit
Time: November 27, 2008, 12:56 pm

You mek me jeelouz….a wee brown thatched cottage on the
edge of the New Forest in Lover. Ahhhhhhh…
A Happy Happy Thanksgiving to the Stoaty and Badger, and
many piles of catnip for the puss, Charlotte.
You are now announced as a pair of can openers. Heh

 


Comment from benning
Time: November 27, 2008, 1:10 pm

Happy Thanksgiving, you New Limey, you!

🙂

 


Comment from Allen
Time: November 27, 2008, 1:49 pm

The fire is burning nicely in my Horno I leave some of the coals inside to give a lovely smoky taste to the turkeys and the loaves of bread.

The wine is flowing nicely… Happy Thanksgiving to all.

 


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: November 27, 2008, 2:18 pm

Speaking of catnip, I once grew some in a seed tray for our cat. I put it down in front of him and went, ‘Go on, go mental – there’s a good boy!’ and he just looked at me all like, ‘What’s this, grass? You grew me some grass? Get the fuck out of here!’ and then buggered off. Maybe it’s because he’s had his spuds removed that he doesn’t react to it.

(I wonder if Anglicans Across the Seas also change good hymns so as to make them fit their social agenda narrative.)

I haven’t been to church for a very, very long time, but if I had to guess, I’d say probably. This is modern Britain, afterall.

 


Comment from Michael
Time: November 27, 2008, 2:22 pm

Happy Thanksgiving, sweasel.

 


Comment from harbqll
Time: November 27, 2008, 3:02 pm

“For the nations buying guns while the children wait for care”

Sigh. Now, I’m just another heathen non-believer, but this kind of thing really just GRATES on me. Whatever happened to “Onward Christian Soldiers”?!?!? Is there a single aspect of Western Civilization that HASN’T been invaded by whiney lib-tard BS?

“Celebration of the genocide of the Native Americans”

I hear this sort of crap too, out of my hippy-dippy younger brother. I think the only thing his THC-soaked cerebrum can process anymore is Michael Moore movies. How he and I have the same parentage, I have no idea.

Anyway, much congrats on finally getting home, Weas. I know I’m mostly just a lurker around these parts, but I really am happy for you. As soon as I was sent a link to ‘Zombie Reagan’ by a friend of mine, your blog quickly became a part of my daily routine. It’s nice to see you managed to pull this thing off, despite the best efforts of two (count ’em, two!) governments!

Live long, and prosper! Congrats! Excelsior! May Shai-Halud bless you with his coming and his going! Huzzah, I say!

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 27, 2008, 3:54 pm

Buy guns. Shoot the children. Problem solved.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 27, 2008, 3:58 pm

Plus, I get both drumsticks!

And I don’t have to listen to them fighting over at the kids’ table!

/Man, I gotta start charging for this stuff!

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: November 27, 2008, 4:56 pm

Live long, and prosper! Congrats! Excelsior! May Shai-Halud bless you with his coming and his going! Huzzah, I say!

And…may your digestive efforts be rewarded with success.

 

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