Pew Pew

Dateline Van Merc Hill: Time for the Thanksgiving report. That will start with something I forgot to write yesterday. I told about staying up to 3 AM talking to Emily but not violence. One of the Kittens, Pew Pew, formerly Freddie, before that Mark, soon to perhaps be something else, needed to be locked up for the night in the bathroom. Emily asked me if I needed to use it before we put the cat in. I told Emily yes, and then felt a sharp pain in my shoulder blades, Pew Pew had leapt into the air and sank his claws into my back. Then he started sliding down, grabbed onto my sweatpants and pulled them down. I was pants by kitten.

Mel joined us yesterday for the Falcon Ridge Thanksgiving. You know how people eat Thanksgiving dinner at noon so they can run out to the stores for Black Friday shopping, even though it’s still Thursday? We fought against the crass consumerism by eating on Hawaii Time. We had dinner at about 8:45 PM. Perhaps we were being oh so continental. It was certainly not because of any chaos or procrastination.

The culinary highlights for me were the homemade red apple sauce and blue mashed potatoes. We should have had some white chocolate to make it patriotic.

The late-night conversation was three way, Emily, Mel, and me. That’s when the cats were renamed. Pew Pew, pronounced Pyoo Pyoo, is the sound of an Imperial stormtrooper’s weapon being fired. It came from a game the girls play, you say, “Jack, Jack attack. Pew Pew your dead. You can’t unpew yourself.” Anyone that hasn’t been pewed can unpew you. I’m still pewed.

The show the kids are watching is over and now I have to make bacon tart. OOO, that reminds me of the brilliant idea that Mel and I had. Bacon dating. We are still working on the name. I was thinking Strip Tease. That name is not going to stick. The logo is bacon bent into a heart. The animated splash page shows a couple eating a long strip of bacon like the Lady and the Tramp ate the spaghetti. The site is for bacon lovers. The first date has to be a meal involving bacon. Who wants to sing up to be a charter member?