The Kitty Murderer

When I went out with the cowboy I mentioned in the last blog, I didn’t have too bad of a time overall. I did feel like he was a lot more serious than me in general. He tended to look at me with less respect every time I made a silly comment about the food we were eating or got excited about something. We went to a Brazilian restaurant. Definitely not my favorite since I’m big on bread and don’t consume much meat. But I enjoyed it.

Then we went to see the new Christmas Carol movie with Jim Carrey. It had a lot of hillarious moments and I barely heard a single chuckle come from him while I was laughing out loud a lot.

So by the end of the evening, I was thinking this would be our only date. I was much too goofy for this guy, and he was too serious for me. But since we had a drive home, I kept the conversation flowing as best I could. During an awkward pause I looked out the car window and saw a PetSmart. I mentioned that I visit the cats up for adoption there sometimes just because I love cats so much. He looked at me and said, “Oh so you’re a cat person, huh?”

I said, “Oh yes, I adore cats.”

He paused, then said, “Well then I could offend you with a story about cats.”

Since I wanted to know what in the world that meant I acted totally cool with it and said, “Ya tell me!”

He then went into a whole story about how he grew up on a farm, so they would get loads of stray kittens wondering around the property a lot. Since there was no pound in his area, he and his family would gather up the kittens into sacks, tie them closed and chuck them into a flowing canal.

Holy cow! I couldn’t believe it! He acted totally justified in committing such a barbaric act! I was on a date all this time with a kitty murderer!

The animal conversation continued and he also explained how to properly train any dog or cat to do what you want them to do. If they get out of line, just grab them by the neck and hurl them across the yard.

Oh my gosh! I changed the subject as soon as I could. I was now absolutely sure I didn’t want to see this guy again. I’d hate to hear his methods on child discipline. I can just see a toddler being hurled by the neck across the house. Thank goodness we drove past that PetSmart.

You Look Like a Donkey!

Last Wednesday I agreed to go out with a guy I met online. We’d been txting for a few days after having some nice online chats. So when he asked me out, I was totally up for it. 6.4, grew up on a farm, dark hair, and so far a good sense of humor.

My date comes to the door and is greeted by my nieces and nephews. I live with my oldest brother’s family. He has four kids, ranging from 1 to 8. So I’m getting ready downstairs when my 8-year-old niece pops in the bathroom doorway and shouts, “There’s a cowboy at the door!” I giggled and headed up to meet him.

This guy was all cowboy, 6.4 for sure, skinny, with a tall cowboy hat on, tight jeans and boots. So I can see why my niece had been so blunt.

The date didn’t go so well, and that story deserves a blog of it’s own. I won’t go into that right now.

So later on, I get home and head downstairs and start telling my brother and sister-in-law how the date went. I mentioned what my niece said. Then she laughs and tells me how while my date was waiting for me, my little 4-year-old niece looked up at him and said, “You look like a donkey!!”

LOL! I couldn’t stop laughing for a while.