Stop Doing That You Little Punk!

I am a med student studying the veterinary medical field, and therefore I have animals. It's a given, if you are in that industry, that you have animals, and love animals, and want to squish their cute little heads in your hands and give them a million, billion kisses! They're my kids, since I don't have kids yet, and even when I DO have children, they'll still be my kids.

So, let me gush for a little bit about my kids and how awesome they are... totally better than yours. ;) Ha, kidding of course... sort of.

Meet Molly, my wonderful one year old Corgi/Heeler mix. She is full of spunk, pazazz, mystery, and energy. A lot of energy. She doesn't ever get tired... ever! She was found on the side of the highway when she was three months old, and a my friend's wife hung on to her until I was able to cope with having another dog. About six months (or so) prior I put my 9 year old Golden Retriever (Duke - he didn't know the Bush's baked beans recipe, I asked) to sleep due to cancer.



Yes. That's a little kids, pink sweater vest. She used to get cold in the snow, so I covered up the top half of her body that didn't involve the messy section.

Enter Stewie, my Snowshoe cat that is almost eight years old. She was two months old when I got him, sitting in the tiny little hands of a little girl outside of WalMart. Her mother was trying to get rid of the kittens that her cat had just had and well, I'm a damned sucker. He's evil, mean, plotting my death (just like Stewie on Family Guy), and amazing, wonderful, and I love him to death. Jerk. He is getting awesome in his old years though.



I know MamaKat's prompt asked what my pets least likable character trait was, but I love them a lot and what annoys me today, doesn't annoy me tomorrow. So I will show you their other side - the side that makes me want to scream sometimes, but only after laughing until tears roll down my face.

When Molly gets going she runs... a lot... up and down our long hallway, through the living room, around the kitchen and through our roommates bedroom that is attached to the kitchen. Down the hallway, over the bed, down the hallway... and repeat... 27,000,000 times. She chases her tail, leaves puppy slobber on Stewie's head after instigating devil kitty to come out. Meet Molly when she enters crazy town!



Molly acting like that turns my Stewie cat into devil kitty. His ears go back and his eyes dilate, his tail starts to flick back and forth and you can see as the "kill Molly" thoughts start to formulate in his brain. To pep himself up, he goes to hide in his blue trash can and transform into BATTLE MODE! Molly VS. Stewie, Battle 1,596... commence!



Something amazing happens after transformation. Stewie closes his eyes, reaches his inner chi, and begins to levitate! It is at this point that Molly has realized she no longer has a place to hid and that she will be getting a 12 pound cat straight to the face. I was able to capture an extremely amusing (and fuzzy) levitation, battle mode moment for your viewing enjoyment. Note the look of "oh shit" on Molly's face, and the no legs on the ground, I'm flying through the air moment of Stewie.



So again, after I'm done peeing my pants from laughing so hard, I get frustrated with the F5 path of destruction that was left behind. Then I laugh again.

Remember to stop by MamaKat's and show her love sometime!