Graycie on Trial

Graycie has been at a “sleepover” for a week now.  Her potential owner tried her best, but is unable to keep her in her home.  Bunnies are more work than most people realize and she wasn’t able to handle the responsibility.  So my wittle gway wabbit comes back to me tomorrow.

I tried to be good!

I tried to be good!

In the meantime, I am going to try my utmost to find her a proper “forever” home and I’m oddly excited that she’ll be joining our family again, if only temporarily.  :)

As for the other furry residents of the B’game Kitten, Bunny Ranch & Turtle Rehabilitation Farm, things progress normally…

A rare peaceful moment with two kitties who usually bat at each other and refuse to play nice.

A rare peaceful moment with two kitties who usually bat at each other and refuse to play nice.

Mulder FINALLY caught a mouse!

Mulder FINALLY caught a mouse!

The life of a housecat is often grueling and stressful.

The life of a housecat is often grueling and stressful.

Sometimes is just too much for sensitive Sammy to take.

Hang in there poor little girl!

Hang in there poor little girl!

I have had one inquiry regarding a home for Graycie, but I don’t want to jinx it so I’ll save that for later.  Please send all your happiest thoughts to her in hopes that she gets a wonderful home for a wonderful bun.  :)

Poutine Not so Routine

I apologize for hijacking my blog about animals to do a recipe/meal post, but this is too good to keep to myself.  Jim & I read about Poutine a while back when we were planning our trip to Disney World and were looking at a restaurant in the Canadian Pavillion.  Le Cellier is supposed to be a traditional Canadian restaurant and we were intrigued by an item that was composed of French fries, cheese curds and gravy.  Now WHAT could be bad about that?  It also sounded easy…until we started looking for cheese curds.  What are cheese curds you ask?  Cheese curds are the fresh curds of cheese, often cheddar. Their flavor is mild with about the same firmness as cheese, but has a springy or rubbery texture. Fresh curds squeak against the teeth when bitten into.  OK, I copied that from the interwebs, but you can basically call them the first step in making most cheeses.  They taste like cheese in its purest form and they have a fresh saltiness that makes it hard to stop eating them.  The only problem is that they were no where to be found in my vicinity.  I was able to find out that the Kroger in Opelika could get them but I had to order them.  So I did, and two days later when they arrived I drove 50 miles to get my curds (OK, I did stop into a couple of flea markets since I was in the area).  These happened to come in 5 oz. snack packages and we tore one open immediately to sample the curds.

Made in Wisconsin--THE CHEESE CURD STATE!

Made in Wisconsin–THE CHEESE CURD STATE!

Yes they were yummy right out of the bag.  So we were ready to proceed.  The first step is to make French fries.  I have a crazy recipe for fries and mine are EXCELLENT if I do say so myself.  I read this recipe in a great book, THE MAN WHO ATE EVERYTHING by Jeffrey Steingarten.  He remarked that is the invention of Chef Joël Robuchon.  If you’re a food snob (or just obsessed like Jim & moi) Then you’ve heard this guy’s name.  If you haven’t then just know this guy is a fancy French chef who has a dozen restaurants around the world with a combined 28 Michelin stars among them.  His recipe is basically this… You put the fries in COLD oil, turn it up high and cook them til they’re done.  Well, there is a bit more to it (below) but it works every time, and makes the best fries we’ve ever eaten.  Here’s our method…

I use my very cheap but functional mandolin to cut McDonald-sized fries.

I use my very cheap but functional mandolin to cut McDonald-sized fries.

Jim makes me wear oven mitts to avoid costly ER visits.

Soak them in very salty cold water for about 1-2 hours.

Soak them in very salty cold water for about 1-2 hours.

Dry them well with dish towels getting off all excess liquid.

Dry them well with dish towels getting off all excess liquid.

Now for the cray cray part.

Put them in a heavy pot and pour peanut oil to cover about 1/2 inch.

Put them in a heavy pot and pour peanut oil to cover about 1/2 inch.

Turn your heat up high and let the magic happen.

Turn your heat up high and let the magic happen.

Keep an eye on them and stir them just enough to keep any from sticking on the bottom.  After about 25 minutes you begin to see something that actually looks like Fries.

Let them brown just a bit more.

Let them brown just a bit more.

And Voila!

Sprinkle with kosher salt and try not to eat them all before you've assembled the Poutine.

Sprinkle with kosher salt and try not to eat them all before you’ve assembled the Poutine.

Jim had made a killer pot roast the night before so we had some of his fabulous gravy heating on the stove.

I wish this blog had SMELLAVISION.

I wish this blog had SMELLAVISION.

And this part is not traditional but what the heck!

He shredded some of the pot roast to add to the dish.

He shredded some of the pot roast to add to the dish.

So you have your fries all hot and ready so you plate them and add the curds.  It’s best to have the curds at room temp because you want the heat of the fries and the gravy to melt them a bit.

The master at work.

The master at work.

Next, you pour the hot gravy on top, grab your red wine and head to the coffee table to watch BIG BANG reruns while you pig out on Poutine!

Purty!

Purty!

It was sooooo good!  Now that I have a “curd connection” I’ll be keeping these babies in the house all the time in case we have a Poutine emergency.  I’m almost embarrassed to tell you that after we ate this giant pile of cheesy, fried goodness. Jim got a wild hair and decided to fry some curds in the French fry oil.

Oh no he DI' INT!

Oh no he DI’ INT!

Yes, he did.  And yes, we ate ‘em.  :)

And just so this blog post qualifies to appear in the KITTYBUNNYCHICKEN, here’s a picture of my awesome backsplash mural.  :)

Hi Girls!

Hi Girls!

GT Settles In

 

My homeless kitty GT is starting to warm up to his new Bed & Breakfast.  Most mornings I can find him on the porch patiently waiting for his wet cat food treat.  He comes into the house now to eat and sometimes he even takes a walkabout.

Paul Newman can make some mighty fine Kat Fud!

Paul Newman can make some mighty fine Kat Fud!

Last week, I walked away from his dining experience to give Buster and Graycie their morning salad, (I have SO MUCH FUN AT 5:30 in the morning!) and when I turned around, GT was staring at Graycie in her doggy fence enclosure like he was seeing the most amazing thing in the world.  My guess is that in his younger feral days, he may have made a meal of a baby bunny or two.  I tried to capture the encounter on camera, but by the time I aimed he shot out of the dining room like he was on fire.  I think he may have been having a senior moment and didn’t really even realize he was inside the house.  Graycie just kept munching away on her salad like she couldn’t care less.  He’s been getting very relaxed on our porch during the day as well.  I snuck up on him having a blissful nap.

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I woke him as I approached and he just slowly turned around to give me a snarly face.

Get lost!  Can you see I'm getting my beauty sleep?

Get lost! Can you see I’m getting my beauty sleep?

I’ve had two projects on the little house this week.  I gave the rose bushes a “re-boot”.  There was a lot of dead growth and criss-crossed limbs so I gave all four very close hair cut.

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Yes, they look terrible, but in a couple of weeks they’ll sprout new growth and by the fall they should be glorious.  I also gave them a good meal of soil and compost from our backyard barrels.  The past two days of rain have been great for the sod and it seems like it’s taking root and will survive the summer heat.

The other project I’m working on will take a long time to finish.  The front picket entry has a very pretty sandstone path surrounded by pebbles.

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I prefer grass to pebbles so I’m slowly replacing the rocks with sod.  It’s slow going because it’s so hot and I have to scramble around on my hindquarters to get the rocks up.  I put down a layer of good soil, the I cut the sod in batches to fit the spaces.

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Day one…

Day two.

Day two.

I’m going to try to complete this project in about a week and then I’m basically finished with what I want to do to the front yard and bed.  The plans we have for the back of the house will require the services of professionals as well as the contents of Jim’s wallet.  In the meantime, if you are interested in seeing a 50+, ample-bodied woman, completely drenched in sweat, smeared with dirt and scrambling around on her hindquarters, please feel free to drop by during the week for a sneak peek.  Admission is free, but some cold water would be greatly appreciated.  Stay cool!

Notre Petite Maison

I’m having so much fun playing with our current project.  I’ve been in the new yard for the past three days digging in dirt and sweatin’ buckets in the 90 + heat.  You must bear with me if you didn’t want to read a home improvement blog.  I promise to  throw these posts in sparingly and mainly focus on critters and such.

So the first thing I wanted to do was add a sod border to the rose garden.  I just think it looks more finished, plus it keeps the top soil from running down the sidewalk when it rains.  I need to water this stuff every day until the heat breaks.

BEFORE

BEFORE

AFTER

AFTER

Also, notice the giant “bush” behind the fence.  I trimmed a bunch of lower limbs and turned it into a TREE!  Now you can even put a low lounge chair under it to enjoy a book in the shade.

I used some of the sod to make a little “yard” right in the front. I think it’s cute and breaks up the monotony of one long rose bed.

Jim said it looked weird, but HE LOOKS WEIRD!

Jim said it looked weird, but HE looks weird!

It’s hard to see them, but I also planted a Crape Myrtle on either side of the porch.  (OK, poor Jim dug the holes & I did the easy part) They’ll flower dark pink blossoms next spring, and they should grow to almost 20 feet.  This will be so pretty when they’re big and they’ll provide some nice shade for the porch.

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Jim used his manly skills to make a picket gate for the front fence.  The old one was broken and sagging and the pickets went straight across.  I axed him to make them “arch” like my picket gates.

Looks very nice Jim.  NOT WEIRD AT ALL!

Looks very nice Jim. NOT WEIRD AT ALL!

I’m tackling the roses today (trimming and putting compost and good soil around them) so I’ll take pictures of that later when I’m done.  And as promised, I will not leave you without your daily dose of critter news.

Here is Rowdy at her 4:00 appointment with Tom & Jerry on BOOM network.

Jerry is SO cute.  I prolly wouldn't even eat him.

Jerry is SO cute. I prolly wouldn’t even eat him.

And here’s my sweet, little homeless bunny still waiting on someone to make her a part of their family.  :(

I'm trying to be patient.

I’m trying to be patient.

Stay cool y’all!

 

Get ‘Em While They’re Young!

Two animal advocates in training visited our back yard this week.

The handsome gentleman in the lavender shirt is my pal and neighbor, Philip.

The handsome gentleman in the lavender shirt is my pal and neighbor, Philip.

Don’t let his kind face and charming demeanor fool you.  Philip is the neighborhood troublemaker.  Don’t let your guard down around this guy!

The bundle he is holding is his grandson and this little charmer is his granddaughter.

Can I pat the bunny?

Can I pat the bunny?

Buster obliged for a moment while she marveled at his soft brown fur.

The ladies can't get enough of me.

The ladies can’t get enough of me.

Graycie was hiding in the background in the shade of her enclosure and wouldn’t come out to have her nose skritched.  She still thinks Busters “needs killin'” so we have to keep them separated.  Another of my pets, however think she’s da bomb and tries to interact with her at every chance.

You're pretty cool for a cat!  Let's have coffee sometime.

You’re pretty cool for a cat! Let’s have coffee sometime.

In news unrelated to aminals but very exciting to the two humans on the Burlingame farm is a new purchase we made this week.

The SECOND cutest house in our neighborhood.

The SECOND cutest house in our neighborhood.

But of course we’re prejudiced.  :)

This adorable little house belonged to our friend and neighbor of almost seven years.  Terri will stay right where she is for a few months and rent from us while we put a little Burlingame “stank” on it.  I have a new yard to play with and we also plan to make some changes to the back of the house by putting a carport and extending the yard.  I was gonna create a new blog to document the updates, but then I decided to inflict this activity on you guys, since you never know what to expect here anyway.  So indulge me once in a while if I slip in a post about this sweet little house.  I’ll be sure to add an animal picture to these particular posts so they comply with all things KITTYBUNNYCHICKN. :)

 

Get a GRIP Graycie!

There is still no progress on the bunny love connection.  We can’t even get a “like” or “tolerate” connection here!

Rowdy, why won't she like me?  Do I have bad breath?  No silly bunny, your breath smells like carrots.

Rowdy, why won’t she like me? Do I have bad breath? No silly bunny, your breath smells like carrots.

The weather has cooled off a bid here in Central Hades Alabama, so the buns spend some much-needed outdoor time every day.  Of course I have to keep Graycie behind bars lest she hurt my old man.  She taunts him even thru her barred cell, and he seems to relish the opportunity to show off his hard-earned freedom.

Maybe I like you Buster...

Maybe I like you Buster…

Nope, DON'T like you!

Nope, DON’T like you!

OK, maybe I like you just a LITTLE bit.

OK, maybe I like you just a LITTLE bit.

Nope!  Not even a LITTLE bit!

Nope! Not even a LITTLE bit!

Take THAT you old brown bunny!

Take THAT you old brown bunny!

LEMME OUTTA HERE, I WANNA FIGHT TO THE DEATH!

LEMME OUTTA HERE, I WANNA FIGHT TO THE DEATH!

 Well, maybe not to the DEATH, but when they do come in contact, the fur does fly.

So my giant wasp-stung face reduced in swelling after about 24 hours.  Just in time to welcome an old college pal and her daughter for a weekend visit.

Donna Jean & Alexandria

Donna Jean & Alexandria

Alexandria is an animal lover extraordinaire, and she was in hog heaven playing with my critters.

She even found Mr. Speedy!

She even found Mr. Speedy!

I got the kid addicted to Fiestaware (my new obsession after the Beanie Baby flames subsided) and we did a lot of flea market activity on Saturday.  She spent a little money on some nice, vintage stuff we found in Brundidge, AL.  Sorry Donna Jean!  A good time was had by all.  Alexandra also enjoys cooking and “Mr. Jim” showed her how to deglaze a pan with wine.  Aren’t we great influences on American youth?  After they left, Sammy had a serious talk with me about how I always neglect her in my blog and never talk about her, or show enough pictures of her.  OK, Sammy Girl.  These are for you…

Wild Savage Beauty!

Wild Savage Beauty!

Smoldering intensity!

Smoldering intensity!

OK, Sammy, you want to know why there are so many more photos of your show-off sister Rowdy in my blog?

'Nuff said.

‘Nuff said.

Kitties, Bunnies, Chickens & WASPS!!!

You’ll have to wait til the end for the punch line.  First let me tell you how my day started. I finally figured out a good place to keep Graycie until I can get her adopted to a good home.  The Buster/Graycie experiment is not working and it’s also upsetting Buster a lot.  He’s started trying new places to pee instead of his litter box, and this is an indicator that he’s very unhappy with a new bunny in the house, and he’s marking his territory the only way he knows how.  So I put Buster back in his beloved laundry room AND we’ve stopped trying to introduce Graycie to him.  He immediately went back to his good litter box manners and he seems back to normal.  Buster is old now and I’m never going to try to bond him with another bunny again.  If I foster buns in the future, I’ll just keep them out of his sight and smell. Which brings me to the habitat I made for Graycie yesterday.  It has all the essential bunny accoutrement needed for a happy, healthy House Rabbit.

Water jug, pellet bowl, wicker basket for chewing, hay, more chew toys, cubby cardboard house & litter box.

Old piece of carpet, water jug, pellet bowl, wicker basket for chewing, hay, more chew toys, cubby cardboard house & litter box.

Thanks to my pal Susan for providing the doggie fencing.  I used half of it for inside and the other half for the yard so Graycie could enjoy the outdoors in safety.

This green stuff is called what?  Grass???  Grass is awesome!

This green stuff is called what? Grass??? Grass is awesome!

 I even let her cruise around the yard while I walked behind her.  I’m pretty sure this is her first experience with the outside.

A whole herb garden just for me???

A whole herb garden just for me???

Of course Buster runs around in the yard all the time and Graycie was envious of his freedom to roam.

This is MY yard!  My roses, MY ivy, MY rock!

This is MY yard! My roses, MY ivy, MY rock!

Try to be a bit more gracious with our houseguest Buster!

So with the animals happy in their safe environments, I began trimming my overgrown shrubs.  A project I started yesterday, I was looking forward to finishing it today, and then mowing the yard and cleaning up my filthy house for my houseguests who are arriving tomorrow for a weekend visit.  I actually love sweaty yard work and was weirdly excited to get my shrubs looking all nice and tidy and beautifying my casa to show off for my visitors.  I trimmed shrubs for about 90 seconds when I felt a searing pain on my cheek.  Having been stung by wasps many times in the past I recognized that feeling immediately and rushed into the house to cut a potato.  CUT A POTATO  you say?  Yes, you see, just this week I had read a comment on our neighborhood FB page about applying a cut potato to a wasp sting immediately after it happens. It’s SUPPOSED to kill the pain and stop swelling.  WELL GUESS WHAT???  That must have been a MAGIC tater, because this sting hurt worse than all of my other wasps stings COMBINED!  Within 10 minutes one side of my face looked like Vito Corleone, and the pain was pulsing and fierce! I’m not normally a baby about this stuff.  I’ve been attacked by a mamma foster cat, (still have a scar on my ankle), been bitten by two moccasins, (0ne cottonmouth, one water) and as I said, been stung by a squadron of wasps, but this sting started to scare me when my ears started tingling, and I developed hives on my chest and arms.  I’ve also had cancer twice, and had natural childbirth (I do not recommend this to ANYONE!)  I say all this not to prove that I am an Amazon queen who is impervious to pain, but to tell you that this wasp sting made me want my MOMMY!  I did the next best thing and called Jim.  He came home from work, and drove me to the Urgent Care.  The doctor said I was having a mild reaction and that as long as I could breathe and my throat wasn’t closing up, I was probably going to be fine.  Easy for him to say.  Quasimoto was entertaining houseguests within 24 hours!  He gave me steroids and Benadryl in an IV and said to go home and take a snooze on the couch for the rest of the day.

Actually I am home and feeling much better.  The swelling has gone down considerably and the pain is almost zero.  I should be groovy by tomorrow morning giving me time to prepare for visitors, but Jim is going to have to finish those DAMN shrubs.  Please pardon my French but I WILL NEVER TRIM SHRUBS AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE!

Now I am going to do something incredibly stupid.  I am going to post a picture of my face at the height of the swelling and redness.  This is very unwise of me because I look terrible for many reasons, not the least of which is the wasp sting.  Since I was engaging in yard work at the time, I am not wearing any make up.  It was hot out and I have been sweating.  My hair is in need of a washing.  And my expression, as you may imagine is not a happy one.  OK, get the children out of the room.  Here it comes…

SEXY!

SEXY!

The lovely necklace of hives adds even more “Ooh La La” don’t you think?

So I wish you all a happy & “wasp-free” day.  I must go now.  I have an appointment with daytime TV, a comfy couch & an assortment of steroids, Benadryl and Advil.  Jealous?