Jack’s Caturday

Dad and I went out today, leaving Alice in charge. I told her to keep an eye on Jack because he’s new to this “being left unattended in the house” thing. She agreed. Well, I think she agreed. Hard to tell with cats.

When I came home Jack was so happy to see me! My first thought was that he was sucking up because he had torn the house up. I imagined the tv toppled over, curtains shredded, and shit drug out of the cabinets. None of that occurred and it appeared he was a good boy! This is surprising to me because of this cat’s history.

About 3 years ago, I found Jack wandering in our field. He had this cry-baby meow that immediately made me think he was a tiny kitten. He wasn’t. I think he was about 6 months old if that. He was not neutered and I figured he had to be pretty young because he wasn’t marking his territory. I got him to the vet and had him neutered lickety-split. I didn’t want him to start spraying because once they start it’s hard to get them to stop! Jack was very aggressive towards my other cats. At the time, I had 2 other neutered males that didn’t like Jack any more than he liked them! I had to keep them separated. In fact, I had to keep him separated from ALL of my other cats because he wanted to chase them down and I didn’t want to have to rush any of them to the vet with injuries. For the first year of Jack’s time with us, he was outside during the day and when he came inside, I kept my other kitties in my bedroom so that Jack would have some freedom in the house without problems with the others. He had to be taught some manners, too. He wanted to climb on everything and tried to get out the windows. He was a handful but he slowly learned the ropes. He spent his nights in a room, all to himself. This was peaceful for everyone, including the other cats and it kept Jack safe from coyotes outside! We did this for about a year!

Then one night, I just happened to see a commercial for a special vest for dogs that keeps them calm and a light went off in my brain! I went to Walmart and bought a vest, (sized for a small dog) and put it on Jack. He fell over in it like it had rendered him paralyzed! It was hilarious! He wouldn’t move with the vest on for the longest time! After a few weeks, he got used to it and actually started moving around the house. He didn’t chase the others. He didn’t raise hell trying to get outside. None of that. Seems this vest was keeping him in line…. and it wasn’t any special kind of vest either!

After a few more weeks, I started letting him go without the vest when he came inside. He was good for awhile and then he just couldn’t help himself! He started chasing the others. So, I put the vest on him. It straightened him out! Every time he couldn’t behave himself, I put the vest on him. Worked like a charm. We did this for nearly a year.

Jack’s third year was outside during the day, inside around 5pm…. and since he learned to behave himself for a few hours in the house he didn’t have to be locked in his room until I went to bed. There were still scuffles and growling, hissing and chasing on occasion but he learned that when I raised my voice, he could be put in that vest for the duration of the night OR locked in his room.

Last month, I lost my last elder male, so there were now no other males aside from Jack. I thought why not try and NOT lock him up during the night? I figured I’d regret it but I won’t know unless I try. So, a few weeks ago I went to bed without locking him in his room. He watched me lock up the house, turn out the lights, brush my teeth, scoop the litter box and head to my room. I said, “Goodnight, Jack. Be good.” He wasn’t. It was raining outside so none of them wanted to go out on the catio. He didn’t know what to do with himself so he started causing trouble. After about an hour, I got up and locked him in his room. He looked so sad and I felt so bad!

The next night, we tried again. I was shocked but he was a good boy and he’s been good ever since! It’s been 2 weeks now! He has come a long way; from being a wild & crazy, aggressive cat to a sweet & loving furbaby with manners!

Today was the first time we left him in the house for a long period of time, with the other 4 cats and no supervision. It was raining outside and he didn’t want to go back out. I took a chance and he didn’t disappoint! This month marks his 3rd birthday (give or take) and while it’s been a long, long road for both of us, I’m so glad he’s mine!

Maybe next time we leave the house, I’ll put him in charge of watching the others! Hahaha!


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Friday Funnies: My Faves This Week

Well, I thought I’d try something different. I always find humor in the dumbest things and I share often on social media, but some folks just don’t have a sense of humor! I’m going to spread the humor a bit here on Fridays. Let me know in the comments if I should do this every Friday, thumbs up or thumbs down!






Yet Another…..


What will it take to put an end to this madness? There have been 18 gun-related incidents this year in schools across our nation and sadly, it’s just February.

Is the 2nd amendment more important than the lives of our children? Seems that way. What is it going to take for politicians to knock off the Dem-Rep horse shit and do something? I’m not suggesting the confiscation of guns throughout this country. I’m all for people having guns to protect themselves, their families and their property. What I am NOT ok with just anyone being able to purchase a gun. And, I’m NOT ok with assault rifles! Even a deer hunter doesn’t need an assault rifle!

Too many people don’t know how to settle disputes without violence. Many have mental health issues. Some people don’t know how to handle rejection. Some people feel alone and desperate for attention. Some have issues with adults and/or authority figures in general. The list could go on and on… Too many people out there, for one reason or another, are not responsible enough to own a gun.

I don’t know the answer…..but I know that enough is enough! Our children are dying. Our teachers, administrators, and coaches are dying as they protect our children. If I still had school-aged children, they would be homeschooled! You can bank on that.

In the latest school shooting at Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida…. 17 dead, 15 injured. The gunman apparently had been expelled more than once from that school, for possession of firearms!!! He commented on YouTube that he wanted to be “a profession school shooter!” Who the F*CK does that? And why the F*CK wasn’t he on someone’s radar?

My heart breaks for the parents who lost a child yesterday. I can’t believe this keeps happening, over and over again, while our nation’s leaders say, “This is not the time to talk about gun control” or “Thoughts and prayers.” Give me a break!

Gossip and Rumors


I was reminded today of a misunderstanding-turned-quarrel I had with a friend a few years back. Seems that I am still the target of mean-spirited gossip just because the other party had her feelings hurt. The person who reminded me of this was a good friend who told me what had been said about me. How petty and small-minded some people must be to continue to spread rumors and gossip about others.

People can gossip all they want. I’d prefer they leave me out of it. If they gossip about me, then oh well. That just shows a great immaturity and when rumors are spread, that just tells me you have low self-esteem and you have a need to feel better about yourself. Why else would a person do that, if not to make one’s self feel better? Oh yeah, to hurt another person. Guess what? I’m not hurt. Why? Because I know the truth. I also know that the people who know me, know the truth….because they really know me.

I, personally, don’t believe gossip and rumors. It’s usually none of my business in the first place. Besides, I tend to form my own opinions of people and other things and I’d rather do it without the influence of another person. I think for myself.

Most people can see what kind of a person you are when you’re running your mouth about someone else. You hurt no one but yourself when you spread rumors and gossip about others.



The Ex-Files – Installment #5

My last installment of the Ex-Files was after we started a family. If you missed it you can find it here: https://beingauntdebbie.com/2017/11/13/the-ex-files-installment-4/

CP’s first wife cheated on him and I guess he expected me to do the same. He always seemed to have questions about where I was or what I was doing. I could tell he was suspicious many times but I kept my mouth shut.

Now, let me just say that I have never nor would I ever, cheat on a guy. If I have a problem with a guy or just don’t want to see him anymore, then I would most definitely be honest about it. I wouldn’t go behind his back and cheat. What the hell is the point in that?

This incident happened in the first 5 years of our relationship before we started having kids. So, on with this story….

While I was busting my ass working a part-time job, plus cleaning houses, and babysitting, CP was running his own automotive repair shop, which was a joke. He never did any of the work. I had even lent a helping hand and worked in the office answering the phone on days I didn’t have any other jobs to do. That got old quick.

CP decided to hire a guy he knew from school to help out at the shop. He felt bad for the guy. His name was Ken. He was a nice guy I suppose. He had split from his wife and he needed a job to help support his 2-year-old daughter. He also needed a place to stay. So, what did CP do? He told Ken he could stay with us. He didn’t even run it by me first. I should have cold-cocked him with a frying pan a long time ago.

Well, my peaceful little sanctuary of an apartment became an uncomfortable and awkward place to be. Ken slept on the couch, just within earshot of the bedroom. He rarely bathed so my couch eventually started to smell like ass. Literally. He got on my nerves because he was always there. We had no privacy. He was always helping himself to whatever we had in the refrigerator. He never stopped talking. He was a pain in the ass to have around all the time. He stayed with us for weeks…and weeks….

One day, I was leaving CP’s shop and Ken needed to go change his clothes or something so he could go somewhere. I don’t recall those details. I was going home anyway, so I offered him a ride. CP knew Ken was leaving with me. He never said anything or even showed any disapproval. I never thought anything of it. I was just being me.

So, we got to the apartment and I grabbed something for lunch while Ken did whatever…. I finished my lunch and then I left. What went on after that, I have no clue. When I got home just an hour or so later, CP was sitting on the living room floor feeling the carpet.

I just stopped and thought for a moment, “What the fuck is he doing?” He was the only one home. Ken was gone, thank goodness. CP said there was a wet spot on the floor. Then it dawned on me. He thinks…no, he couldn’t think that. Why would he think that I could…. I couldn’t even go there in my mind let alone say it aloud. He thought that I cheated on him with Ken, on the floor. OMG. Ewww. The guy who smelled like ass. The guy who stunk up my couch. Holy crap. How could he think such a thing when he knows that I was sick of looking at that guy every damn day?

I thought to myself, this is going to stop right now. I confronted him and said, “I know what you’re thinking and you’d better not even go there! I am not going to be accused of cheating AGAIN!”

This was NOT the first time he had accused me of cheating. The first time was a couple of years earlier when he found a pair of my undies under the couch cushion. He jumped to the conclusion that I had hid them there. He figured the only reason for me to hide them was that I had cheated and needed to hide the evidence. Dumb shit. Why wouldn’t I have just put them in the laundry hamper? Anyway, I had to remind him of the laundry I had dumped on the end of the couch the week prior that sat there for days and days because I was too lazy to pick them up and put them away. A pair of undies probably just got pushed down between the cushions and I didn’t realize it when I finally put the laundry away. Geez.

Anyway, that accusation was put to rest, as was the “wet spot” incident. CP apologized both times. I tried several times over the years to make him understand that I am not like his ex and that if I didn’t want to be with him then I would have left him. I would not have cheated. That’s just not who I am.

Now, I know not all men are assholes but my ex was, and most likely still is. I don’t know if he became someone else’s problem or not but I hope she didn’t forget he was an asshole like I always did!