Made with real sugar!

Couldn't come at a better time. Oh yeah!

Strawberry Kitty

SO, I am sooo behind on my list, my videos and the whole thing, but last night the wife and I decided to throw things to the wind, and head up to Springfield for some date time. Grandma watched the kiddos and Erin enjoyed some time together to watch an Awesome movie (Erin didn't think so) and go to some mediocre lame eater called Chipotle, (Which Erin loves and made up for the lame movie, I mean awesome movie)

After going to pick up the kiddos, Loretta came by with some birthday gifts for the kids, including a very Strawberry smelling Strawberry Shortcake doll. One of those like 12" tall dolls. Of course we broke it open for her and she had to have it during the car ride back home.

Well thanks to the time change, it was after 11:00pm when we finally got home, both kids are of course, asleep. I wake up Kelsey as Erin is pulling the sleepy boy out of his seat when our shy and somewhat friendly cat comes up to let us know he is hungry and in need of food. This is done by meowing what sounds like "Hello?" and rubbing our leg.

What happen next was a bit confusing, as Erin is going into the house, the most violent "Cat" fight under our car ensues. Hisses, snarls, loud meowing from both Chester our cat, and this unknown assailant continues, Erin fearing the what ever Chester is going crazy about would attacker her or Keagan, flees for the house, as I with the Strawberry doll in my hand from helping Kelsey out of the car, run around to combat this evil assailant. With no light and nothing but the thrashing mess of kittyness under the car directing my blows, I take on this "Assailant" But I can only see Chester, who, it seems, is now hissing and trying to attack ME. So, being the protective father I am, I take on this 2 year old kitty with the only weapon at my disposal, the Strawberry Shortcake doll. After a few blows with the doll, Chester must have decided hissing at me was not the answer to removing the offending conflict happening under the car. So instead of attack me or the Strawberry Shortcake doll, he begins what would be Olympic running speed dashing from under the car which great force. Only, he wasn't going anywhere. From what I could see, Chester looked little someone running for dear life, on ice.

Poor Chester, had got this tail caught in the door. I scrambled for the keys, because of course, the door was locked. Poor Chester must of thought we hated him. Snatching his tail, then beating him with a doll. We questioned if we would ever see the poor kitty again. We left his food and water for him and wondered if he would return.

Chester did return this morning, hungry as ever, and his tail seemed fine. The Strawberry Shortcake also survived the attack, and Kelsey as just her asking me to help put on some mittens for her.