Kat the Hodag thinks

 Here's the story of how we got Dynamite and how she got her name.  I need to add the how-we-got-her and how she met Trent stories. This particular version was posted in a Cat Man Chris post: 10/24/21: We had gotten a little girl tabby (Chessie--full name Chesapeake AndOhio) from a farm, and about a week later my son and his girlfriend brought us a sweet little panther girl to keep her company. She made herself my husband's cat, but we just couldn't think of a name that fit her, a feisty, zoomy little spitfire. We had a Hercules Black Powder box in the living room and it was one of her favorite spots to nap and launch herself. We called her Black Cat, Basement Cat, even Chicago, the Windy Kitty; all sorts of suggestions while we tried to think of her name. She would stare at us while sitting on that old box, and we knew she was trying to tell us something! One day, my husband and I were watching TV and suddenly he shouted "Dynamite!" "What?!?!?!?" I squa...

The Old Lady and the Fly  Originally posted on my Facebook on October 19, 2012  T here was an old lady who swallowed a fly-- Well, not exactly *swallowed* but... Last night one of those damned slow-moving flies got itself tangled in my hair and crawled into my ear when I swatted at it. Did you know that flies don’t walk backwards? Neither did I. But the bugger climbed all the way down to my eardrum! By the way, a fly wiggling in your ear and tapping on your eardrum will trigger your gag reflex and a major nearly-uncontrollable panic. After an hour of entertainment that would have made Laurel and Hardy proud, my husband and I appeared to have drowned the beast, but I never saw it flush out, even though it might have when he was digging around in the Rx closet for Hydrogen Peroxide and the ear wax bulb. Being dead, at least I couldn't feel it anymore, but I also couldn't get over the idea that it was still in there. This would have made a great I Love Lucy episode. Mind you...