A month or two ago, Mrs. Beese insisted that we adopt a cat from the local shelter to deal with our persistent mouse problem. We named her Jones - after the cat in Alien. And she turned out to be an unbelievable love sponge. Given the slightest opportunity, she'll hop on my chest as I lay on the sofa, knead until I can't withstand the pain any more, then settle in and go to sleep.

Yesterday after I came home from work I greeted her as she came out of the bedroom. I noticed she had something hanging out of the corner of her mouth. It proved to be a mouse tail. So I congratulated her on her first kill and got a tissue in preparation for disposing of the body. As I fished it out from between her jaws, the mouse leaped to squeaking panicked life and cowered in the corner.

I figured that if the little fella - he was no bigger than the first joint of my thumb - had survived Jones's fangs for who knows how long, he had earned a chance at survival. So I scooped him up in a plastic grocery bag, carried him over to the next block, and released him on some greenery. He didn't move at first - evidently still a bit dazed from at all. But then he scampered off to seek his fortune.

No mouse problem but we just picked up a cat from the shelter too. Ugliest damn tortie you ever saw with a white patch over one side of her lip that looks like a persistent milk splotch. However, at the shelter she ran right to us and insisted on lovin' the entire time we were there. Turns out, she had been at the shelter longer than any of the other torties her age, but no one chose her because her white markings truly look somewhat weird and unsightly. She is a little attention monger though. Too bad my snoring forces everyone to sleep with their doors closed.

So, SQUEEEEE!

<3 <3 <3

"Follow your dreams. You can achieve your goals. I'm living proof."

Way to go, Ro.

AWWWWWWWEEEESOOOOOOOOME.

I stopped feeling sick and sad today and now totally JAZZED about THE FUTURE and SHIT. Plus, going to a big MST3K Geek out tomorrow. SQUEE IS ALL AROUND MOTHERFUCKER!

Also, none of my new plants have died/gotten whitefly! Wheeeee!

JOe, you should know...

IT'S JONESY.

I´m four months from finally reaching the fleet, I´m finally starting to get the hang of the Prototype phase of my training, and my girlfriend is flying in for a 4-day weekend. SQUEE down here in South Carolina too!

Not a whole lot to squee about all things considered, but ...

1. Our bankruptcy attorney is still happy to work with us, I just have to get paperwork to her. Long story short, we are just so delayed and so close to a deadline I was concerned.

2. The street project we've been living through is getting toward the end, with a first layer of asphalt. We have waited yearrrrrrrrs for the street to be redone, the conrete was spalling like crazy.

3. A church charity has approved doing work for my mom's house, out of the blue, because of all she's done for the community. It will probably be a couple thou worth of free labor and materials at minimum. I guess that's a squee.

4. I got new snow shoveling boots. No more fighting with my nephew over the old Sears boots we've had in the closet since forever. Squee!

Squee! My squee-able nephew turns one this weekend, so we are driving to VA Beach to help the family celebrate.
Added bonus, my cool-ass sister in law is flying in from Seattle AS WE SPEAK to help us celebrate the squirt's first.
I would post pictures here if I could, because the little fucker is just SO DAMN SQUEE!

So you live in Detroit, sperose? I guess I didn't know that. We lived there for 6 years during the 1990s. Sorry, I got no squee. Things are okay, they're just not squee.

OH I HAVE A SQUEE!!!

My son's girlfriend just arrived from Chicago via Dallas. She just got in. She's a lovely girl. (It's the first time we've met.)

Squee!

Since I have nothing to squee for, I squee for thee!

I'm meeting tangerine on Friday!

I'm squeeing for sperose and I think I look pretty today!