Pryjmaty's blog: "Random thoughts of a twisted bish"

Posted:  Tues, April 13, 2010 @ 9:37p.m.

Yes, they have survived....all 3 babies....for a little over 24 hours thanks to Ethar's diligent care efforts.  When I came home today, Ethar told me that Lurch has taken over "daddy" duties.  Lurch would sneak a baby out of the box and clean it if Ethar wasn't constantly watching.  Lurch is extremely protective of them...he won't allow Fukker anywhere close to the babies.  This is good since Fukker didn't respond well to them.

The two black ones are girls and the gray one is a boy.  This is one Ethar caught of Lurch blocking one of the girls from trying to wander, blindly, off the sofa.

See the tuft of white fur sticking up on the gray one?  I've named him Mohawk.

Anytime the kittens are out of their box, Lurch is right there watching over them.  He seems to instinctively know that they need their asses licked to stimulate the whole pissing process cause as soon as we finish feeding one of them, when we put it down....even if it's facing him, Lurch will use his nose to turn the kitten around and then lick it's ass till it pees.  Gross, I know....but that is what a mama cat usually does when caring for her kittens.  If the piss process isn't stimulated, the kitten will die.


Ethar grabbed a shot of me feeding Mohawk.  All 3 babies are taking very well to the bottle.  We haven't come up with names for the girls yet...guess we just need to see about what kind of personality they are gonna have.

Date:  Monday, April 12, 2010, ll:41p.m.

Well....this evening, after I got home from work, started boring enough....well, not too boring....Ethar was grilling a London broil on the grill.  He also wrapped up some taters to cook in the coals.  As we were relaxing, eating, watching House....the old ass cock-eyed dude that lives behind us called to as for help cause his cat shit out kittens.  We didn't think anything about it since a cat will usually take care of it's own.  We were wrong.  About 30 minutes later.....we had finished supper and finished watching our show....decided to head up to Dale's to check it out.  Turns out the mother has NO milk!  Ethar tried repeatedly to get milk from one of her teats to no avail.  She wasn't even cuddling her kittens nor had cleaned them.  Ethar immediately ran warm water and got them cleaned off.  One of them still had a bunch of mucus up in it's nose so he had to take his mouth and suck the mucus and blood from its nose.  Yeah.  I'm not gonna be kissing him for a couple of days.

So....we had 2....we brought them down to our house.  Ethar made up a box for them....put in a heating pad and covered it with a towel....then him and I made a mad dash to wally world for kitten milk, a kitten bottle and an eye dropper.  After we got back home and were attempting to feed to two kittens, we hear Dale out on our front porch.  He has ANOTHER kitten that the mama has shit out but this one still has the placenta attached!  Bethany held it while Ethar clipped it off.  UBER disgusting!


GAG and DOUBLE GAG!  That is the placenta dangling off the 3rd kitten.


The first two....the black one is the one that Ethar sucked the mucus out of.
HOW WIDDLE!  All 3 fitting in the palms of my hands!


The one with the white face seems to be the strongest.


All 3 in the bed we made for them.

We let Lurch smell on each one of them.  He responded very well by licking each one of their asses.  ROFLMFAO!

I post this every year about this time.  I don't ride anymore, but I have a lot of friends that do.......a lot of people I care about. When you are out riding around in your cage, PLEASE be aware of those on bikes!!!!!! The following poem is for all you that ride. I have no clue who wrote it.....I know I didn't. Please feel free to copy it to your own site and spread the message. I'm sure that all of us have horror stories about someone that we loved either getting killed or seriously hurt on a motorcycle. I'm also sure the majority of those incidents could have been prevented IF the people in cars had been more alert. I only hope that I can help save one biker by posting this.
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But, You Didn't See Me

I saw you,
hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.

But, you didn't see me,
put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you,
pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.

But, you didn't see me,
playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you,
change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But, you didn't see me,
attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you,
roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.

But, you didn't see me,
driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car
window.

I saw you,
frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But, you didn't see me,
when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you,
stare at my long hair.

But, you didn't see me,
and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you,
roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.

But, you didn't see me,
and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had
none.

I saw you,
look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn't see me,
cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in
my heart.

I saw you,
change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But, you didn't see me,
going home to be with my family.

I saw you,
complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But, you didn't see me,
when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you,
yelling at your kids in the car.

But, you didn't see me,
pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you,
reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.

But, you didn't see me,
squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you,
race down the road in the rain.

But, you didn't see me,
get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his
date.

I saw you,
run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.

But, you didn't see me,
trying to turn right.

I saw you,
cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn't see me,
leave the road.

I saw you,
waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me.
I wasn't there.

I saw you,
go home to your family.

But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker,.....

A person with friends and a family.

BUT, YOU DIDN'T SEE ME