I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance.  My husband thinks
that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in the world, but he's not
home with him all day!  He only gets to see Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and Mushroom
soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken.  Blasphemy, I know, but it
actually turned out really well, but I digress...  I boiled two ham bones
down and while I was standing at the stove watching the pot for a bit, I
felt this intense, sharp scratch up my leg, only to find Annoyance had
crawled up my leg and was hanging from my sweats up to my hip to get a
better view of what was brewing on the stove.  Uh-uh, not acceptable.  I
shoo'd him off my leg only to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric
of my sweats.  So be it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had to pick
the remaining meat off of them.  Once again, on the same side of my leg, I
felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but this time my sweatpants had
effectively come down past my butt, leaving a nice white moon for my friend
who had come over to use the computer.  Careful inspection of the leg of the
sweatpants revealed more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats, he wants
some ham?  I'll give him some ham.  So, I chopped up a particularly large
chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate and placed it by the kitty
food dishes.  His sister smelled it, sat down, looked at me and sneered.  I
swear!  Like I was feeding her raw cauliflower or something!  He ate a piece
and walked away.  2 days later, that plate is still there full of ham.
*sigh*  For this I lose a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili