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Maniac cat
So my cat Bitey is a shelter rescue cat. He was the only one, out of a litter found in the woods back in 2007, that was recoverable, marginally, as a house pet.
He is a handful, needless to say. He is probably like cats were when they first started associating with humans. He relies on instinct, and doesn't trust, even though I spoil the hell out of him. He is a maniac around the house, and tears shit up. He trusts me, but conditionally. He can turn into a ball of claws and teeth on a moment's notice. He hates every human aside from me. He does understand that he is the small cat, and I'm the big cat, though.
So tonight, he was keeping the couch warm for me while I was surfing, then relinquished my spot when I came around to sit down, and he pretty much flipped over and let me pet his belly, without the usual biting, and quite honestly I took that as a new sign of trust. The whole tummy was up for grabs. Feet, legs, fancy pants, etc. He was chirping and mewing like a kitten while I petted him.
He is a handful, needless to say. He is probably like cats were when they first started associating with humans. He relies on instinct, and doesn't trust, even though I spoil the hell out of him. He is a maniac around the house, and tears shit up. He trusts me, but conditionally. He can turn into a ball of claws and teeth on a moment's notice. He hates every human aside from me. He does understand that he is the small cat, and I'm the big cat, though.
So tonight, he was keeping the couch warm for me while I was surfing, then relinquished my spot when I came around to sit down, and he pretty much flipped over and let me pet his belly, without the usual biting, and quite honestly I took that as a new sign of trust. The whole tummy was up for grabs. Feet, legs, fancy pants, etc. He was chirping and mewing like a kitten while I petted him.
Quote of the day, from one of the 3 novels I'm juggling
Life was like that. You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Finished product
I ended up cutting off the smoke at 16 hours. If I'd cooked it any longer, it would have fallen apart.
I devoured about 25% of the brisket once it cooled down. The other 75% got cut into 3 parts - one for me, and one each for two lucky neighbors.
I devoured about 25% of the brisket once it cooled down. The other 75% got cut into 3 parts - one for me, and one each for two lucky neighbors.
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