Sunday, December 31, 2006


Prince is asleep and so is Mimi and the Maggie dog.

Puppy got up at 8pm and will stay up all night playing computor games with his pals.

I get up at 5am each day so I was wiped out and took a 2 hr nap and here I am posting at an hour I usually am asleep. My Grandmother always said the first 12 days of January determined what you would do for each month. She had a list of superstitions that would go around the world a few times. Everytime you itched, dropped or said something she had a superstitions for it. Just remember if anything on the left side of your body itches it will be a woman and I am sure this was thought up by a man as the right side itching is a man. How come they get to be Right?

This is how it goes, if you right ear itches you will be told something by a man. But if your right nostril itched a man was coming to your house. Yikes. If your right eye itched you were gonna be made mad but if your left eye itched you were gonna be pleased.

She was a round little woman who was almost as wide as tall. Her hair was a dark blonde that she kept in a bun with a hairnet over it. She had twinkling blue eyes and a laugh that was a shrill high HEE Hee HEE. She always wore a print dress with a very long apron over it and funny brown shoes with cotton stockings. (a light brown) Today she would be diagnoised with complusive cleaning disorder but too us grand kids she was just super clean. The kitchen had to be swept after each meal and then mopped once a day. I just thought all Grandmothers were like that. Anyway she was the BEST COOK WHO EVER LIVED AND she was the queen of all the ole sayings or as they say superstitions.

Back to this brand new year. Kitty plans to be SELFISH. Do things I like to do rather than what others need to be done. The kittyjustice will be that I will locate long lost me and be happier.

I get so tired of doing the right thing. I will leave the sandbox for others to clean. Now where are my brushes.

According to Grand Ma I will be blogging the first thing each January morning. I will try to see what else I can come up with.

Monday, December 18, 2006

WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG? I have been here for quite some time. Kittys are slow and MD is fast.


For two weeks each morning the little puppy goes to work. I tell her "Paper" and she runs down the hill like a bullet shot from a cannon and hits the paper with her nose and her whole body passes her head and she is at the right position to start up the hill.

If she gets the end of the paper she trips over it and finally will stop and get a better grip in the middle but sometimes she gets the closed end and the paper drops out all the way up the hill.

Today however she managed to get it in the middle but dropped it a few times thus paper was out of the sack but she had the sack also. She is so funny as she will through her head back and prance up the hill. She usually gets up the hill and is waiting for me on the porch with the paper at her feet. As soon as I step unto the porch, she grabs the paper and awaits the door to open.

She then will dash into the kitchen and drop the paper by the sliding glass door and then heads for the utility room for her pay. The good girl gets a begging strip and half a big dog biscuit.

The kittyjustice is that I do not have to walk down the hill unless to pick up the papers that have fallen out.

Monday, December 04, 2006


We have more sky on the hill with the fall of all the leaves. Prince and Puppy still have lots on the ground to take to their final resting place. Wherever that might be.
NOT VERY LADY LIKEMaggie loves to look at the world differently. Actually, she wants a tummy rub.

Sunday, December 03, 2006


This old rack was saved by Prince as it was down on the farm in a gulley with brush growing up all around it. It took him all afternoon to cut it from its prison .

Now it graces our front yard as rusty yard art. The wheels ared bent and the seat is missing but I just think it is a true work of art.


Daylight had just started to appear as I sat by the big oak. It was like sitting in a large cereal bowl with the earth as the bowl. I saw 2 deer under the power line headed right on the horizon and I knew they were heading for Little Brother.

Then I saw 4 deer on the horizon under the power line heading left to the low gap. It took them about 30 mins to travel the ridge and appear at the low gap. Then to my luck they were coming down the hill in my direction. I could not believe my good fortune.

I raise my trusty 308 put the cross hairs of the scope on the front deer and pulled the trigger. The four deer just stood there looking at each. I saw the front deer ask "What was that?" My new magazine that Little Brother gave me would not inject a shell into the chamber so I took one from my pocket and put in the chamber. The front four had ran off toward the pond out of site but here came a straggler. I lifted the 308 and used the open sites. Down she went at the bottom of the valley and she did not get up and run. The reason ole dead eye kitty had hit her in the neck. WOW I had not shot the gun for over ten years and I was still a good shot.

I puffed up like a very proud cat and thought I had best go field dress her as it was really tooooo warm for this time of year.

As I had sat under the oak, acorns fell down like rain. I was glad I had on a good hat.

The kittyjustice is that you should never ever take a gun on a hunt that you have not shot in ten years.

It felt good to be outside and KILL ONE OF THE TOMATO THIEVES.


November 28 was an unseasonable warm day. My Little Brother had come down to hunt the tomato thieves with me. Well, I got one huge one that morning so I took my camera with me to take pictures if I came across anything interesting. This big oak is where I had been hunting when I downed one tomato thief so I thought I will go back and sit at the base to see if any others return for me to shoot.

As soon as I got close, this huge fox squirrel jumped on my tree. He did not move as I got the camera out of my pocket to capture him on film. After several shots, I took a step forward to get a better picture and he ran up the tree onto a tiny limb and looked down upon me. I took several more pictures and then I sat down at the base of the tree.

BOOM!!!!! BOOM!!!!! My Little Brother's 3006 sounded like a cannon. I thought if he got anything he will come get me. NOT. He did not want to ruin my hunting.

Before he could get to the spot he wanted to hunt he saw a sampling moving very vigerously and that when he saw the five points. The first shot hit a limb and cut it from a small tree but the second shot just like sissy had met the target. It had rolled down hill and he had not seen it so at first he was disgusted that he had missed not once but twice. When he went up to check it out he looked down the hill and there he was. He was disappointed as the tomato thief did have 5 points on one side but the other side had been lost in a fight. So I guess you could call him a 6 pointer as he had one tiny one left on the side which was missing.

Now after the two big booms, old fox squirrel sat in the tree fussing at me all afternoon. He would move from tree to tree but never took his eyes off me as he knew I was the cause of the BIG BOOM.

The kittyjustice is that you do not sit under a big tree that a fox squirrel has gone up as he will not leave you alone and no other game will come near you.

Sunday, November 26, 2006


It was Mz Ann's turn to host the group for November and she picked a wonderful place. It was a new restuarant in Green Hills. There were 3 tables on the outside in the hallway and you could look up and see through the glass dome a beautiful sunny sky.

The tables were set with real china, white tableclothes, and white cloth napkins. There were 3 inch square glass vases with river rocks and water which held a floating red rose. Mz. Ann's hostess partner had brought these fall baskets with fall tissue paper and 2 live potted plants in the basket. There were 2 baskets which at the end of the meal they drew names and I was one of the lucky ones. I put mine in the center of the dining room table for our Thanksgiving meal at home.

Bunny sat at the table to the right and Peaches sat at the table to the left. Each entertaining the other ladies. I sure hate I missed their stories but I sat next to Knoxie and Cat sat beside her at the middle table with Mz Ann and some other ladies. There were twenty-four of us. One of our ladies was in the hospital so Mz. Ann invited our Art Teacher and she is someone that all should know. The Teacher sat at the table with Bunny and every once in awhile you could hear her laughter. Of course, the laugh is one of a kind and at the pitch of a flying plane.

I had the Bleu Cheese burger with fresh fruit. One of the ladies on Peaches table order Mac & Cheese and it came out in a cassrole size bowl that could have served all of us ladies. I do not remember how much Jean ate of it but she is a size double zero so I cannot imagine she ate all. Surely, a go box was ordered.

Knoxie is gonna have one of those major wedding anniversaries this coming month so I wanted to know how her and Billy Boy meet. Knoxie is from New York and had been dating this youngman from up there for 2 years. She had come to the south to visit a girlfriend and met Billy Boy at a party. It was one of those love at first site things because in two weeks he had took a trip up north and Knoxie had already broken up with the guy who she had been dating for the last couple of years. It was not long until they were married and after some years in the service and four children they got to come and locate themselves in Nashville. They now have grown grandchildren but no great grand kiddies yet.After all these years, she was glowing just remembering back and entertaining me with her life with Billy. Now that is TRUE LOVE.

The kittyjustice is if you keep your kitty ears open, you can learn all these wonderful stories told by my talented pallie.
THIS IS WHAT I GET WHEN I TRY TO PUT THE PICTURE OF KITTY JUSTICE ON MY BLOG. Well, I took some Adult Learning classes about computors over at Puppy's college and then I thought I was so smart that I started messing with my pictures. The picture above is the background color I put on kitty justice picture and I have resized it until it the size of the gas tank on a piss ants motorcycle. My cousin has sent me another attachment of my picture and when I convert it over to My Picture file, will I mess with it? NOT NOT NOT!!!!!!!!!!!

The kittyjustice is when you mess around with the computor know how to return to the original file. My kitty brain does not store any computor logic. GIVE ME A PAINT BRUSH PLEASE.


Tuesday, November 14, 2006


Here is my new little love. She was born on 9-12-06 and currently weighs a little over ten pounds. She should be a big dog as her Mother weighed 96 pounds and her Father weighed over 100 pounds.
She came to us from a lady in Winchester who brought her and her sister up to Murfreesboro for us and another man to see if we wished to take them home. The other guy was late so I got to choose and it was not really hard as this little girl had more personality.
She slept in my lap on the fifty mile journey to her new home. Everyone in the family had to hold her and love on her even our cat loving Mimi.
I could not believe my good luck as she slept in her crate all night and did not make a wimper. So far she has also not had any accidents in the house. She lets you know when she needs to go outside. What a GOOD GIRL.
This morning she started wimpering and I took her outside and she did her business and when I put her back into the crate, she started crying more. Prince said she is probably hungry. He was so correct. I would give her a handful of food and she would eat it up and then go back over to the steps where the bag of food sat and climb up on the step with her front paws and look over her shoulder as if to ask for more. I ended up giving her 3 handfuls of food and she all of all it except a few pebbles.
When the alarm went off at five it woke her up and she was ready to play. She would run under the boxwoods out front and then come barking out at me. All she wanted when she came inside was some water and then her new toy.
I leave the crate door open and she goes inside when she is sleepy and takes her naps. She is napping now.
I think she is such a good dog because she has Angel Good Boy up there watching over her and his family.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


This morning I went to get the paper and my good dog was not there, but his spot in my heart is forever present.

Pawless in Tennessee. No kittyjustice in that.

Friday, November 03, 2006


My best buddy, for fourteen years was this GOOD DOG. It may seem strange that kitty loves dogs but I just cannot help myself. I cannot remember when four paws were not present in my world.

But this guy was the very best paws ever. Not once did he scrounge in the garbage as other four legged finds were apt to do.

One of his last outings was just sitting in the back yard watching Prince bush hog the field. He loved to watch his people work. He was my shadow at all times. In the mornings if I slipped my chain he would go into each room until I was located and then he would settle down beside me until I was up and running on another task.

His ears were as soft as velvet and Puppy love to tickle them. He would even use his bare feet to rub againist those wonderfully soft dangling treasures.

When the big black lab was young he was as fast as the wind and Puppy taught him to play keep away instead of fitch. A german shepherd lived down the hill and the lady of the house kept a towel to dry the shepherd off before she came into the house and the big lab thought it was a game to go and bring the towel up to our house. Maybe he was saying he wished to be dried off like her. Do you think?

The funniest thing was one day I was fixing Mimi's hair and had to use hair spray, the big lab got up from watching our antics and proceed to walk across the room and stop, hump his back like a cat and cough at ever 2 or 3 steps. Kitty forgot about his sensitive nose. Thereafter, if you picked up a spray can he was out of the room faster than a duck on a june bug.

His job was to go fetch the paper in the mornings for Mimi to read. I would walk with him down the long drive to get the paper. He just loved to run off and sniff of new smells. But with true dedication he would return and pick up the paper and off we would go back up the drive. His reward for a job well done was a bacon treat, a dog biscuit and a rawhide chewie in that order. He knew just exactly which order they should be eaten. I have even put all three down and he would eat them always in the same order.

So many fond memories of my GOOD BOY. Last weekend was so very sad as he had his last ride in the silver bullet. I rolled the windows down even though it was nippy but he held his nose high and sniffed all the good smells. He had bone cancer in his right back leg at the hock and was in rather much pain. I held his head and stroked those soft ears until the end.

His resting place is by the horse block(steps which you use to get on your horse) as he loved to watch the comings and goings on the hill.

Dogless is not any fun. Ther is no kittyjustice in that.

Monday, October 30, 2006

End of October 2006

The colors are beautiful and we are beginning to get more sky.

I thought you might like to see the moon in the afternoon sky.

The kittyjustice is that all these pretty leaves will fall and then Prince, Puppy and Nephew will have a major removal task.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

I got this picture in the mail from my dear friends. Spencer is so cute I wanted to share with all. This little guy gets his own mail from his sister.

Thursday, October 26, 2006


Yes, the Blue Bear of Life does visit me ever now and then. I like most people thought it was just a matter of getting your head around a positive thought to take care of any Blue Bear that might upset your life.

Not so!!!!!! After the last eleven years filled with parents illness and ultimately their deaths, kitty was overwhelmed and discovered much to my fantasy beliefs, that positive thoughts do not work if it is true depression.

So as I glide down the last few years the irony is that kitty's positive thoughts have been replaced with a blue pill (some weird sense of humor on the color part).

The glummy weather has a created a trigger for the unpleasant life span of depression. I know we need the rain but how Kitty longs for the sun to shine.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Art Venture Group met at the famous Loveless Motel and Cafe on Highway 100 on a rainy and cool day.

The Art Venture Group has 24 talented lady artist and each month two of them host a luncheon and this month it was held at the Loveless Cafe. The two Mary's of the group were the hostess this month.

When I arrived only the two hostess were there along with Mz Ann and Bunny. Mz. Ann said that Peaches was ill and would not be there and that Cat was still playing in the sand at Florida.

Now if you have never been to the Loveless you have really been left under the floor matt to rot as they have the world famous biscuits that Annie Loveless started making with her secret recipe in 1951. In 1959, 1972 and again in 2003 the cafe changed owners but the famous recipe stayed alive and well at the cafe. They serve breakfast all day long but you can get really good southern fried chicken and vegetables . But the BEST is the hot biscuits and country ham. On the table will be three different kinds of homemade jams, blackberry, peaches and strawberry. Yummmie.

As we waited for the other members to appear, Gwendolyn our brown eyed waitress, brought us a big basket of biscuits. We all fell upon them like starved animals except Mz. Ann and she is way to proper to indicate she was even yearning for those hot biscuits with real butter and jam.

As the others trickled in, Bunny started talking about when they sold their house and they took everything, doors, mantles etc etc. She said her garage was so full of the x house stuff she need to have a sale. I told Mz. Ann "We do not have to go to Home Depot just head out to Bunny's garage."

The kittyjustice is that I had my country ham, hot biscuits, butter and jam and did not feel one fuzzy bit guilty. Cat hairs to you.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Fall is here at last.

The high for today was at midnight and the temperture has dropped all day. It would rain hard at times then trickle off to just an annoying drizzle.

Overnight the dogwood turned red and the hickory trees are golden however those oak leaves are green. Only the walnut trees have shed their coats to give us more sky.

Those little flapping particles on the trees called leaves will soon show the dazzling color of fall.

The kittyjustice is the pretty objects fall and we RACK.

Finding a good blog.

My Cousin sent me an email about Arlington National Cemetery at Christmas. A company, Worcester Wreath Co., places a wreath on each grave at Christmas.

Being the curious kitty that I am I googled the company name which lead me to a blogger called "Ahshoot" but the real find was a comment made by blogger "Fast Squirrel". I now have his blog bookmarked in my favorites. I just love quick access.

The kittyjustice is that I found two good blogger from my own curiousity.

My suggestion to all the polictical whoopla, is a website for politician and first they must fill in all about their personal and financial life and a history of their ancestor. Then their previous voting record is listed, and their position on each issue (the ones they keep caterwalling about) and then those of us who can READ would be allowed to vote. Now that would be REAL KITTYJUSTICE.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The View from the Hill

Kitty paints the view whenever I do not have anything else to paint. I have this scene memorized in my mind as I look upon it each morning with coffee in hand.

The kitty justice is that I can paint it without the TVA power lines which were put in place almost immediately after the house was built.

The men who were working on the power line brought a huge rattlesnake up to show my father in law who told them "I sold you the rights to the land and not the snake". I never knew him but he was quick witted and could come up with one liner for all occasions.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

The Harvest Moon from the Hill

I tried to get the picture as it was coming over the horizon but I could not locate my camera. As you can see it rose quickly. The bright spots in the right picture is a reflection on far away windows of the sun as it was going down.

Hope you enjoy Kitty Justice's view.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006


He was born in 1936 in Horseshoe Bend. The only son of my Uncle Charlie. He was blessed with four loving sisters and of course being the only son, Aunt Eunice doted on him.

As most young boys of that time he was not very fond of school so one cold day he played hooky from school and his older sister ran interference with the elders. The small house was heated by woodstove and after making a fire to take the chill from the home, they hid under a quilt and drew pictures of their teachers. Now, knowing J. W. I am sure the pictures were not faltering.

I just read a email from my Jewish friend and in it their was a statement which spoke loud of J. W. "Hardships make us closer to God."

At age sixteen he thought school was not going to help him so he quit and started in the construction business. Now everytime you see a dump truck coming down the road think about this young country boy driving the truck.

When he was in his late 20's, he had a horrible accident. After he was taken from his mangled vehicle, one leg was crushed. A dozen of surgeries later, his leg would be shorter than the other forever. So to fix the problem, a special shoe was built with a three inch platform. This did not make him disable but determined to continue on with life. He worked in construction for over thirty years and some people today whine about a little ache and pain. They need only a smiggin of Cousin J. W. fortitude.

He and his only son, J. W. Jr. would come up to Smith County and we would go to Horseshoe Bend and hunt on doe hill. He always had that twinkle in his eye and he was truly sincere. He loved his family more than life itself and would help you do anything without asking or expecting something in return.

I never saw him in anything but blue jeans and plaid shirts but he did dress up in a tux once to give one of his angelic sisters away. You see his father had died and he was the only male so he took up the responsiblity of being the man in the family.

One terrible day, Jr. his son was driving a dump truck that Jr. would not let any of the workers drive because he was afraid they would get hurt. Another accident and J. W. only child was taken away from him. How do you go on after your only child has died? I admired him so very much for his perserverance.

My nickname for him was "The Tomato King". We would spend hours each spring racing to see who would have the first tomato. Well, he always won but I always had the last one.

J. W. loved to garden and grow flowers. When he lost his oldest sister, I saw life begginning to take its toll on him. Then when his Mother died, my Father was too sick to go to the funeral so I went and when I saw J. W. my heart dropped. He looked so very very old. Immediately when I returned home, I called my father and told him how old and sad J. W. looked and Dad said J.W. had been sick.

Several years ago he had had lung cancer and had part of the lung removed but recovered. At the funeral, the Pastor commented that J. W. had been put to sleep 42 times. FORTY TWO TIMES!!!!!!! I cannot even begin to comes to grips with that.

The day before he died, I went to see him and made him laugh. His sisters said he had not laughed in 3 months. I was afraid at first that he would not know me and he did ask who I was, but when I told him who I was and who my father was he knew me immediately. His last words to me when I kissed him on his little head was "Be careful".

I am so glad he was in my life but just like little brother said " I use to love to see fall come each year but now I dread it because in September and October is when our beloved kin die. "

From here on out whenever, Kitty Justice sees a tomato I will have warm loving thoughts about "My Tomato King". Peace be with you Cousin.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

A Giant Task

This is the time of year that we have to spray, clean and trim the house plants that we drug outside the beginning of spring so we can bring them back inside. It is a giant task but not as big as previous years. A few years back I had 175 plants. No joke. Then I reduced it to 150 and the last year I got it to 100 and now it is only 75 or 80.

When I take the plants out in the spring I cut them back in order for them to get new growth in the summer. If I cut back a plant I can root the trimmings and I do . This year it was the purple jew that was so prolific. From one pot I produced five. I gave away one to Mz. Ann and I have another promised to Dr. Hollidays nurse. Since I need only one that leave an extra 2.

Out front under the hickory tree and the corner of the house I have 30 and one is a huge plant. There are other huge ones downstairs under the holly trees. I went by St. Lukes and carried the girls six of my aloe plants I had rooted and asked if they would like my giant plants. Yes, they do and when Puppy comes home from college we will load them up and take them to them. I am just tooooo old to continue dragging them in and out. I also plan to take a few of my other multiples to them also.

Well I am off to spray the ones out front and wash a few more pots and saucer. I will keep my lemon and orange trees but the other giant plants who are a good 4 feet by 3 feet will be taken to a new home.

The kittyjustice is that just maybe I will get back to 75 or less to take care of this winter.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

The Unknown Cousin

Mimi who is the cutest little silver headed 87 year old southern lady you will ever meet was checking out the obituraries in the local news( a morning habit) when she spied someone and she began to read aloud the particulars. Come to find out she is the sister of Pukka.

As the flood of time began to flow from her memory she gave us an ancestor lesson. Here is how it goes and please try to keep up. Her Grandmother on her fathers side had a sister who married this nice southern doctor. The nice doctor and her Uncle, the Grandmother's middle son, for whom my Prince and Puppy are named after were in practice together in the late 1800's and early 1900's. We southern like to name our children after their ancestors as a tribute and our love for them.

The nice doctor had a son who also became a doctor and we have his correspondence to Uncle from New York in the 1890.They are hard to read as they are all about the daily grind of an intern. The son of the nice doctor married this really nice southern belle from Jackson, Ms. Mimi said she was a true southern lady and was a grand cook. Each Christmas she would bring Uncle a white coconut fruit cake and if the cousins have kept the receipe they could make millions. The son and the southern belle had a son whom they named Jr. and Jr. became the proud Papa of 2 sons and 2 daughters. One of the sons is a third and the other the baby of the family and the girl who died went to high school with Prince's sister and when he read the obituary, he had gone to grade school with the living sister's husband and had his picture made with her for a costume party that was printed in the local paper in the 50's. The wife of Jr would bring all four children over when one was in need of seeing Uncle who was a children's doctor and as he took care of the sick one the others would go out in the yard and play. There were swings that they tried to touch the sky with their toes and only the trees and buildings can attest to all the fun and games they had and it is my guess Prince was right in there with them having fun.

Now the first time I met Pukka I came home and told Mimi who was on the board and she said he is a cousin. If there is any thing better than coffee, it is history for Kitty. So I begged a history lesson. You know all the holes in Nashville's history could be patched up with all the knowledge she has in her cute little head. The next time I saw Pukka I called him Cousin and his eye brows rose high and he was concerned how Kitty could possibily be a cousin. I gave him a quick short version of the tale I had been told.

Now it only goes to prove we are all just on the rope to the anchor of life and each little drop of water on the rope is a historical fact joined together by us creatures.

My Grandfather who was the first love of my life was a farmer and he raised rabbits to eat. Don"t worry Pukka I do not eat rabbits now. But the kittyjustice is that we are Cousins even though only by marriage and 3 times removed.

My heart goes out to that big Pukka as he has lost a sister, our cousin that I never knew, but I hope he cherrish all the good memories of her between those lop ears. She was only 59. My eyes grow misty for Pukka.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

My Shamrocks

I went outside and the purple shamrock in the lower right had been placed in a very cheap black plastic pot like the ones you get flowers in at a garden center.

Mimi said it was like that yesterday. The good pot is broken. Now as you can see the pot had a low center of gravity therefore not easily toppled. I do not know when, why or how it happen but I am due a new pot. The beautiful scene now looks rather tacky.

I guess Kitty should be thankful that the plant was saved and not discarded with the broken pot.

Now back to the previous story, the board meeting. I need to clarify that Mr. Fox is the Board Director and the Facility Director is another tale. If you saw Mr. Bubbles, the Facility Director, on the street you would swear he was a Professor or some long hair symphony performer. Mr. Bubbles ambles instead of walking and he forever wears a vest under his jacket and over his shirt. He is from up across the northern state line but hey you are now in the south and cannot be that cold. His skin is so white he could pass as an albino if his eyes were pink however, they are a soft hazel color. He is always quick to smile and make you feel like he enjoys seeing you. Mr. Bubbles is a peoples creature and his quick wit and knowledge make you as comfortable as if you had just slipped on a pair of old shoes. His silver mang is streaked with the dark color of his youth and it is long and wavey. When he plays in his band it probably flips over the front of his face like a conductor keeping time to the beat of the music. His physic belies the many diet dr peppers he drinks. His voice is so soft and low that it tends to hum and you have to pinch yourself ever so often to keep awake.

Miss M is so childlike that she sits on her knees or with her legs crossed in the chair. This makes her intelligence go unnoticed by the some of the stiff backs in the meeting. There are several Barbee want ta be and then there is one of my favorites. Lady Z is so comfortable in her own skin that she comes dressed ready for the next activity. My first board meeting I had dressed for painting class but wore a very nice sweater to be changed before class and in came Lady Z in a jogging suit. I liked her right away and henceforth have followed her lead to dress for the next activity.

My Mother, who by the way only had an eighth grade education which would be frown on by some was a very wise woman. Here are a few of her words to live by:

1. You are not better than anyone else and no one is better than you.

2. Do not ask someone else to do something you are not willing to do.

3. There will always be someone richer, prettier and smarter than you but if you have good manners you will make a good impression.

4. Last but not least, Treat people the way you wish to be treated.

So the kitty justice is that a wise woman with only an eighth grade education could teach some college grads some good lessons.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The Board Meeting

Kitty was there on time awaiting the rest of the boarders (yeehaw) to arrive and of course I had a cup of coffee brewed at home to accompany me. I found my name and sat down to watch all the other critters come in.

First, Twirlie came frazzled into the plain unassuming meeting room. The only thing on the wall is a clock. How I would love to bring my paints and fix the place up so at least it would not look so sterile. Since January I have had to endure this plain dull room. If nothing else they could frame some of the kids art work to display. Back to Twirlie, she always proudly announces she is bringing coffee from home as what they have in stock is not up to standards. May the coffee gods bless her.

Twirlie continues going in and out, in and out each time making another statement different from the other. I guess her brain moves as fast as her body. Young people are forever twinking our cat hairs.

Into the room lumbers the Pukka. His ears do not stand up like Harvey's because he is a lop ear Pukka. He is in his work uniform which are docker and a long sleeve red plaid shirt. Almost on his heels the Director, Mr. Fox appears. Each one heads for the coffee that Twirlie has made. Mr. Fox does not walk but strolls in with a gliding motions that only his kind can achieve. He is happy for the cool weather and announces he is really more comfortable in his starched shirts now that the weather is cool. He has deep brown eyes that seem to look beyond the other critters to try and read their thoughts. His hair is long for a fox of his age but still dark with few silver streaks if any. When he conducts the meetings he wears his reading glasses down on his nose to better observe the other creatures. He provides all of us with a sense of security and that we truly matter, but as most fox I am sure he can gobble you up before you can even say "Gingerbread Man". Snip Snap.

When Fox announced he was happy to be back in his strached shirts, Pukka languished that he missed his power suits when he was an advisor. He let his guard down and told us he wanted a new wardrobe and he loved dressing in power suits and felt a sense of not being in charge when he had meetings in dockers. I just wanted to shake him and say "Don't you know clothes do not make the man?" I just hope he does not suffer from Walter Mitty disease. When he made the new wardrobe comment I immediately had Arnold pop in my mind yelling "Girlie Man". In all my years, I have never heard any male make that statement.

I am running short of time as the Art Venture Group goes out to play today and I am so lucky to be included with these 23 other talented and I do MEAN TALENTED ladies, so more on the board later. .

Saturday, September 16, 2006

In a Nutshell

This week has been rather hectic and I have had to travel more in those mobile contraptions and I have even named mine, it is called the Silver Bullet. Now I hope you do not think I drive tooooo fast due to the name but it does look like a silver bullet in motion.

Not only did I drive alot but I had to do alot of STANDING and both have a tendency to make the ole back get out of whack. The history on the back is that in 1997 after a whole year of constant pain, I went to see this amazing doctor and he found out that L 5 was not attached thus he inserted rods and screws. Before I located this wonderful doctor, I was told by Dr. Quack that it was "all in my head". He was a true pill pusher and I lost a whole year of my life due to him. I am still finding thinks I put away while on his meds.

Back to this week, we had to go to Smith County to put my Aunt six feet under. It was a rainy day and as we stood under the tent, the wind began to blow and at first I thought the tent might take off like Mary Poppin's umbrella. Her 3 daughter were now orphan just like we had become last September. She did not last a whole year after Dad died. They were a cute little ole pair of siblings. He could not cook and she could not drive so they spent lots of time together. They lived only a couple of miles apart and would call each others at least 3 times a day. Now there are only 2 left and I am not close to either of them. It is like Dad's family was blown away with the wind and rain as they laid Aunt to rest.

I also spent 2 days at the thrift shop which gives ALL its profits to a charity that takes care of children. We are able to do this by having a full volunteer staff and excellent donations from the public. We all work hard but we can all go down the street and revel in our efforts because we can see first hand what our hard work accomplishes. That was 2 days of standing not to mention all the standing at the funeral and grave.

After the funeral, the next day I had good news to give to the sub committee meeting and wanted to show up and share the news,but when I went to start the silver bullet and nothing happen. Yikes !!! I would be late. Luckily, Prince's truck was here so I jumped in it and I do mean jump as it is a 4 wheel drive and very high off the ground and made it to the meeting well before time. I thought it was at 8 but it was at 8:30. Again I sat around tooooo long. Now I do really good if I keep moving. I just cannot stay in one position toooooo long.

I really enjoy going to those type of meetings as I can let my imagination run wild as I people watch and listen. Not one of them is amuned to my the musing of Kitty's wild imagination. Some I am sure would laugh but others might wear their feelings on their sleeves and get upset with my musings.

Afterwards, I stopped by the thirft shop as it is so close and if I am in the neighborhood I like to check on the volunteers as they are the heart beat of the whole operation. I found out we were missing some volunteers due to sickness and other problems so I put out an urgent call for a desperate need for this day.

Today, I get to worry about Prince aka The Dog riding his mobile throne attacking the weeds on the enchanted farm. I love the hillsides but not when he is on his throne, the massey ferguson. At that time I wish I could be like a genie and wiggle my nose and make the hills into flat land. He just loves being out there and the results are just marvelous.

Yesterday afternoon, I caught up with Nephew and requested he clean the windows out front and if you ask he always will help out and do whatever needs to be done. I cannot hold it againist him that he is an Alabama graduate. My blood will always be orange.

I had thought my one and only Puppy would be going to Alabama but at the last moment he asked to go to a wonderful University right here in town. So far, Puppy has come home each night and has dinner with us and plays his games. I know it is only a matter of time that this will change so Kitty is enjoying each and every night her Puppy comes home. He does go back to the dorm each night to sleep which the ladies at the shop think is really funny.

The kitty justice is that I will get 2 days of rest instead of just one this weekend.

Next week watch out as Kitty will hit the ground running.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Legal Loan Sharks

I am so mad my claws will not retrack. Kitty plans to get on her soap box. So beware. If you are not a fan of the soap box stop reading now.

For years I have watched these shops go into every strip mall that is built. Now the news reports they are targeting our soliders. It is bad enough they target the poor and immigrants but now our SOLIDERS!!!!!!!!

These legal sharks who use to hide in the mob, are loaning people money and charging over 300 per cent interest. Now if our Government had the balls to really hand out some kitty justice, they first need to shut those businesses (I use that term loosely) down and then make them repay the interest Or better yet forgive all debts.

Criminals are what they are but legal ones. I bet some ole lawyer is foaming at the mouth just thinking how he can make money off the government and the criminals if kitty justice was enacted. Maybe we should charge the lawyers over 300 per cent interest if they try to make a case. Or we could just charge all the government official over 300 per cent on all their purchases until they fix the problem.

They best be glad Kitty Justice is not in charge because that is NOT the only thing that I would change before they could stand their cat hairs on end.

Ah, let's start the campaign now. Kitty Justice for President.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Thought I would share a little bit of heaven called" Sunset on Center Hill."

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Squirrel Logic

At the lake last week I was taught from our bushy tail friends, a good lesson in squirrel logic.

I have always liked to get up early and watch the world awaken. As I was cuddled up with my first cup of coffee watching the hummingbirds enjoy the fresh food I had fixed for them the evening before and listening to the musical notes coming from my sleeping Prince, I saw two squirrels chasing each other from tree to tree.

They both ran up a big cedar tree and headed out on a long limb and the first one jumped into a scallie bark hickory tree. The second of the pair came to a screeching halt at the tip of the cedar limb. . He went back to the trunk of the tree and went up a few feet and then checked the next limb out to see if he could follow his fellow conspirator but again he stopped at the end of the limb and turned around and went back to the trunkclimbing higher to the next limb. He repeated this process until he got to the top limb and then he started down using the same process. He would always go to the end of the limb but would not jump. He even got on the same limb that the first one had jumped from and still he did not jump to the hickory tree. Finally, he went to the lowest limb and with great flare and dignity he jumped to the hickory.

Later I was telling Prince of their antics and he quickly announced "He was checking the OUCH FACTOR."I started laughing as I could see all the big yellow signs with numbers on each limb to indicate the ouch factor of the jump. The degree of difficulty was the distance and height of the limb from the other tree. I guess we should all check the "OUCH FACTOR" before we jump.

The Rocks
Prince and I went to Center Hill Lake for a few days and the first evening there, we walked DOWN to the rocks. I was very careful and tried to keep my paws out of the poison ivy.
Prince could careless as he took long strides to get to the rocks.

When we reached our objects, we took in the breathtaken view even though the lake was ten feet below summer pool. The lake was surrounded by green hats of all shapes and sizes with gray bans . Where a boat had gone by, you could hear waves lapping againist the shore. What a peaceful sound. Looking to the right was a large crane dipping its bill into the cool water to locate a nibble.

Prince went on his favorite past time when at the rocks and that is collecting odd and unusual shapes and sizes. I thought I would build a rock castle so I scurried around to find just the right ones for the base and then the different levels. I was so busy that I did not see them at first. I was intent upon a Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece and the hunt was on for just the right ones to create my castle. As I stood back to admire my work, I saw the first one. It was the face of an ugly trapped beast who had been mashed into the rock by someones big boot. He grimaced at me and I backed away and turned to see the head of the other captive. BAD KARMA.

I jumped off the rock like it was too hot for my feet and rushed up to tell Prince. He just laughed and said my endless imagination had taken another long trip.

I really think they were intent upon climbing from their imprisonment to annouce their disdain of me for placing a castle upon their rocky cage . Needless to say Kitty did not return to the rock which held the beasts. But I continue to wonder when, how and why they are there.

Monday, September 04, 2006

The Livery Stable was painted by Kitty Justice the last three weeks of Art. This wonderful place was Elly's dream and finally her reality after ten years of hard work. In March, she and talented hubby opened the antique mall which is located on I24 at exit 24.

It was the center of the little township, Pleasant View, for years as it was a for real livery where you left your horses while you were in town. Later it housed the fire department, the post office and a little store.

When Elly wanted to buy the Livery her somewhat puzzled hubby said okay but wondered what he had gotten himself into. After he worked on other people's home, he would come home and his oldest son and him would stay working until mid-night at the livery.

This last Saturday I took Elly this painting which I had framed in a white frame. I wrapped it in newsprint and tied a black bow on it.

When she opened it, her comment was that she loved it. Then she began to show it off to customers and family.

It made Kitty Justice prouder than a girl with a new doo. On the way home, I relaxed back in my seat and smiled a big kitty smile at my Prince and said "It makes all my cat hairs relax when someone appreciates my work like Elly.
Moon Flower

Several years ago, Aunt Karen gave me a packet of moon flowers. On the package, it stated that they bloom at night.

The only thing that was grown and bloomed at night in the country was four 'o'clocks. They came in red, yellow or white but we had never had a moon flower grown in the country.

I planted the packet she had given me and sat it out front under the hickory tree so we could see it out the front window if it bloomed. Well, it bloomed and the fragance was just divine.

Several years went by and I could not find any moon flower seeds so I was thrilled when Mz Ann brought me several seeds . She said she saved her seeds each year and replanted them to have flowers the next year. I did this for the last couple of years.

Now I planted my seeds early in the spring and each night I have gone out to see if we were gonna have a bloom. Each night of the spring and summer I came into the house sadly disappointed to tell Mimi that we did not have any blooms. FINALLY, after the wind had blown off two buds ready to bloom, I was sure we were doomed not to have any this year.

On September 1st, I came into the kitchen and looked out to see this beautiful bloom. I ran quickly to get my camera as the wind was blowing again and I was afraid it's fate would be like the last two blooms. But alas, it was much hardier and lasted throughout the night.

Kitty Justice would like to share with you our first moon flower.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Lunch at Mz Ann's

Kitty Justice has no sense of directions and since I had only been to Mz Ann's once before I thought I would remember my way. WRONG. As it was almost the appointed hour of noon, I called Mz Ann and told her that the directional impaired pal was lost. She was her usual proper self and told me how to arrive on time.

First, I must tell you Mz Ann would remind you of the Prowess or rather Nun in Chaucer's Tales. This is only because she is the neatest lady on the planet. Everything is always in place, her attaire is never wrinkled nor will you ever see any spot or crumb land on her. She even paints in oils without an apron and never ever gets a drop of paint anywhere but the canvas.

When I pulled into the driveway, I was not the last one but Cat and Peaches arrived at the same time. Cat had brought me some Japanese products that her daughter's in laws had bought for me Kitty Justice. I was overwhelmed with their kindness.

As Cat, Peaches and I stormed the back door as it had begun to rain we were greeted by Mz Ann who was dressed in the same green colors that I was wearing. That green makes her beautiful eyes just shine. I handed her the present I had brought , a pot of purple jew that I had grown, as she loves plants as much as I.

Bunnie and Knoxie were already in the den enjoying their glass of white wine. We all hugged each other as if we had not seen one another just the last week and then settled down with our wine and lacey cloth napkins, no paper for Mz. Ann. It was a gaggle of noise as we were holding two by two by two conversations. Then as usual we let Peaches take the stand.

Each had a story about estates settlements but Peaches was grandure than the others. She is a very Southern born and breed lady. She has warm dark brown eyes and her voice has the accent of a juicy southern peach. She has dark straight long hair that she pulls back away from her face with the wimsicial upturn pointed noise. Her husband name is Pepper so I am sure all the towels have big" P" embroider on them. We all just love to hear her stories so we gladly let her entertain us.

But back to the lunch. After awhile, Mz. Ann told us lunch was served. When we entered the dinning room which has a back wall of mirrors, we saw the most elegant table. We all had a twing of guilt that we were about to mess up this beautiful setting and a hint of envy of Mz. Ann's talents.

The table had white lillies with curled up green leaves around them and baby's breath to fill in between. On each side was a silver candle stick with a white candle. The silver was so shiney you needed sun glasses to look upon it. Each place had a white cut lace place mat with the silver and china arranged for a Southern Living magazine ad. On each place was a tiny white fluted bowl in a white saucer and it held pimento soup. On the plate was a crab cake with a partner of asparagus cassarole topped with spinach. The salad plate held a bowl made of watermellon filled with stawberries and blue berries top with whipped cream. The napkin holder were tiny glass vases with a hole for the lace white napkin and in the vase were tiny purple flowers. The lemon platter had small wedges of lemon with mint on top with a little bity silver serving fork.

Mz Ann sat on the left end and to her left was Bunnie and Knoxie with Peaches at the other end then Me and Cat. I think it was best to put Kitty and Cat on the same side. Before we began our feast, Mz Ann had a bowl full of banana blossoms for us to try that she had gotten in her southern travel to Atlanta. They were good but could not compare with Mz. Ann's culinary treats she provided for us. It would have taken me a good week to gather and prepare what she seemed to think was just a mere effort. Her comment was "I love to entertain"

My thoughts and those of my art pallies are please, please, please continue to entertain us.

I guess you might wonder what the kitty justice is to this story. Not all my stories have a kitty justice end but this onedoes. I did not have to cook or clean and that is real kitty justice.

Next time I will be sure to carry my camera in order to publish a picture of her divine elegant table.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Morning Glories

I am not one to spend alot of money on seeds but I saw this package of seeds at the local Co-op and they were something I had not seen. I gave them my $3.00 plus tax and went home to plan my treasure.

I opened the package and there were only 6 seeds. I thought what a rip off.

I planted them and when they started to bloom, Mimi and I would go out each morning and count the number of blooms we had.

Each year I save all the seeds and give them to friends and plant lots of them for our enjoyment. Yesterday, we had thirty blooms which is the most we have ever had. Those deep purple flowers with the white rim are a true delight each morning.

The kitty justice is I will have lots of seeds to give away this year.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Kitty Justice
has arrived

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Walnut Trees

The two eighty foot trees out back of the house are loosing their leaves. They are the first ones on the hill to lose their leaves. The green round missles are still hanging on awaiting the first real wind to losen them so they can come tumbling down upon any object in their way. Dogs, heads, cars, grass just whatever is in their path.

I always dread their arrival on ground. No matter where you put your foot to take a step you will suddenly be jerked down and if lucky will only land on your good intentions. I have seen so many videos of people rolling down hills that it plays over and over in my mind as I step unto those round orbes of mess. Yes, mess because the skin of the orbe will stain anything it touches and you cannot get the stain out . On those commericals for all the super cleaner they should use walnut stains not blood or wine.

Oh, those majestic trees with the lowest limb a good thirty feet. They were made for only squirrels to climb and an occasional bird to rest upon. From a distance they look like giant toothpicks with the jolley green giants' green peas attached.

I have never met a tree I did not like not even the ones who spread terror on the ground for those of us to tread.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Name

Some may wonder why I chose kitty justice. I love finding names of real people to use. As I was reading an antique cookbook of my eighty-seven year old Mother In Law's I came across kitty justice. I started laughing as I have a wild imagination. Mimi wanted to know what was so funny.

When I told her she informed me that this nice southern lady had worked at the thrift shop and was a tall blonde. She had been gone from this world for a long long time.

All I could think of was a tall female cat standing on her back legs with a long cigarette holder in her gloved hand. Kitty Justice would make the best cartoon character and she could take a job and always say "This is a job for Kitty Justice".

Now owners of cats will understand my view of kitty justice as nothing is worse than to have your cat get even with you for some wrong they think you have committed.

Kitty justice is worse than Kat Fuzzies or Kat Hairs.

I have started drawing Kitty and hope to put her on the blog for all to see. She will be a very pretty cat with thropy feathers in her hat.
Tomato Thieves

Back in the 60's and 70's I was a woman hunter before it was fashionable for women to hunt. My brother and I spent many happy moments in the woods hunting the big ones.

I have always loved watching wildlife but now it is time to break out the 308. I had put in away after I had two back surgeries but with the following tale you can understand why I am dusting it off.

For several years I had a small fenced in garden on the side of the house and like most farm girls delighted in growing vegetables and when they were in abundance giving them away to friends and neighbors. The deer discovered my garden a couple of years back and this was very evident by their hoof prints in the soil and my jalepeno plants eaten.

The next year after the deer discovered the garden, I started just planting tomato but I put them out by the back porch. With them being closer to the house, I was given the false impression that the deer would leave them alone. Not.

I pulled out the bird netting which I had used to cover my cherry trees until they became too tall for me to cover and surrounded my plants with the netting. For two years this worked and I was patting myself on the back for thinking of the netting.

Since Sundays are truly a day of rest for this early bird, I was downstairs watching a marathon of old "Tammy" movies, when to my surprise there was a doe just outside the window in my tomato plants. This was only 30 feet from where I was sitting in our family room. I was horrified to see her gobbling down my plants.

The hooved rat as I like to call them, had eaten all the ripe and the green tomatoes and was working on chewing down the plants. In haste I got up and ran outside yelling "get out of here".
First, she just looked at me and then I waved my arms and repeated the message. She jumped over the netting which she had pushed down and ran to the end of the porch. She just stood there looking at me as if to say "Are you going back inside so I can finish my meal"

At this point I was seeing red so I ran down the porch yelling "I said get out of here". Finally, she turned up her white tail and headed for the pasture. After she jumped the fence, I went to survey the damage and I have tolerated them eating my hostas but to knock down my bird netting to eat my tomato was an unthinkable act of War.

Come fall we will have a venison feast as I plan to put the ole 308 back to work.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

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August 25, 2006


Oh, they started about a week ago just down the drive across from the the three beech trees. The ground under the large hickory tree was covered with squirrel crumbs. This not the calender marks the official passing of summer.

As the big black lab and I go to fetch the paper for Mimi this morning we notice that the crumbs had moved up the long curve driveway to the next unsuspecting hickory tree. It looked like snow instead of crumbs which determined that these indeed were fresh. The one farther down the hill were now a yucky brown.

I looked up to see the unsuspecting varmits but alas they must have moved on to the next tree.