Have you ever walked into a bar where the bartender says, “Hey, we don’t serve convicted felons,” and you open your mouth to protest only to follow his pointing finger to a dusty wall with a giant WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE poster with your ugly mug on it?
Oh my God – me too!!! We should be Facebook friends!
So anyway, I went to St. Martin the other day to wind down, calm down, and lie down. And I don’t know if this is an island thing, a French thing, or a backgammon thing, but there were animals all over the place, whether it was an iguana on the road…
a rooster in the graveyard…
or goats in the French Quarter…
but we were inundated. And no more so than where my travel buddy and I were staying. Our villa was littered with kitties and puppies. It was raining cats and dogs. We were….we were….I can’t think of any more bad puns, so let me just show you, okay?
Here kitty kitty…
The fluff ball was just hanging out in the bushes. No mom. No brothers and sisters. How does THAT happen?
And then this guy showed up on our doorstep and never left except to go to the bathroom…
His ear was mangled and he often laid (lie? lay? lied? line?) around with his tongue positioned in varying degrees of “hanging out”.
Yes, his ear was mangled and his tail was broken…
And no matter how much fine French cuisine leftovers and milk we fed him, he wouldn’t go away.
You know we named him Van Gogh, right?
Coincidentally, I happened to be reading Christopher Moore’s Sacre Bleu
So anyway Van Gogh –the cat, not the murdered painter– wouldn’t leave. Not even when this dog showed up…
Or this dog…
I’m telling you, it was a zoo over there.
Anyway, I don’t expect you to sit through 15 minutes of my vacation (yes I do), but in the highly unlikely event you want to see my attempt at a St. Martin slideshow/movie/humorous caption sequence, it’s all here:
Here’s the link to my vacation movie, in case the above embedded video doesn’t appear.
So, what are your plans for the Summer? And does it involve goat butts, er, I mean, derrieres?
goat butts, er, derrieres, French Quarter, St. Martin.
Your tail is full of animation, catastrophically so. And as for the goat faux pas, don’t you feel at least a little sheepish?
I canine think of any decent dog puns. Feeling a bit rough this morning.
GROAN!!! Good Heavens, I’d love to see you on a GOOD pun day.
Those are actually sheep, not goats. =)
Oh shoot! Well that’s not the first time I’ve done that. Thanks for letting me know, Alyssa!
Note to self: Don’t go to St. Martin. I have too many cats already.
Awww… OMG. That Van Gogh cat broke my heart! Poor thing.
Going to watch the video now!
I’m really hoping the one animal you DIDN’T get were fleas! That’s a lot of critters– and realllly cute ones too.
My vacations plans are to stay home and have everyone else visit me. Family from Ohio, New York and Israel are coming…. which reminds me, I’d better check the guest bathroom.
Happy summer, xo jj
We should travel together. I just saw a giraffe from my horse, I am on vacation too.
I don’t really “do” beaches, but I think this one looks awesome! I love the goats taking a walk. We were in Window Rock, (Capital of the Navajo Nation), and I bunch of cows were out for a walk right through the middle of town. They stopped traffic and walked between pedestrians. I loved it!
Margaret, Margaret… It’s not “goat butts in the French quarter”, it’s more properly combined as “French hindquarters”. Roth x
AWWWW…poor little kitty, Van Gogh, I hope you did smuggle him out of St. Martin, although he might miss the beautiful beaches. (Huge litter box potential)
Of course, the planes buzzing right over his little noggin might not be missed. Perhaps he was on the beach and buzzed by a jet…that would explain his injuries.
Your video is amazing. All the beautiful beaches but clearly I never thought about the roaming animals or the incoming planes.
BTW..I am sending you an email with your wanted poster…who knew you were wanted in Kansas City as well.
Very funny story and sounds like a very entertaining trip.
Clearly, I can never go there, lest I come home with all of them. Other than this, your vacation sounds heavenly.
“Have you ever walked into a bar where the bartender says, “Hey, we don’t serve convicted felons,” and you open your mouth to protest only to follow his pointing finger to a dusty wall with a giant WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE poster with your ugly mug on it?”
NO. Why? What have you heard?
“His ear was mangled and he often laid (lie? lay? lied? line?) ”
When in doubt, go biblical on everyone’s ass: LAYETH
You’re welcome.
Too funny….and poor kitty! At least, for awhile, he had some love and companionship. Actually he broke my heart! Sigh
Hugs
SueAnn
Funny again as always. A good laugh right on time… 🙂
Sadly, my life is full of goat butts
Oh so funny, you on a wanted dead or alive poster and a vacation filled with goat butts. The cat with the mangled ear needs adopting. Did you smuggle him or her home?
Uhhhh, I’m sorry, I can neither confirm nor deny as to the smuggling. I mean, I don’t want to have to fill out those silly customs forms all over again.