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Sitting with a skunk on my shoulder…

January 26, 2010

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I know she is trying to figure out how to launch herself onto the keyboard because that is her favorite part of the office experience. Basically, this is Blossom's office, I just work here to keep her off the desk.

Pet skunk sarcasm – Mama’s taking her sweet time today…

January 22, 2010

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Pet skunks are sarcastic. That is why mine are for sale. Forgive me if I am a bit cranky, but that is what the exotics pets said to me. The elder cat said I am essentially a turnip.... You can feel sorry for me anytime here. I used to be a Pollyanna. Today changed me forever. Living with my great-great-great-grandfather could not be more enlightening than this ancient cat and these flippant pet skunks.

Pet skunks for Christmas? Tie mine, please…

December 19, 2009

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My favorite winter evening is cuddled under blankets, white Christmas lights glowing, daughters telling stories. Sequoia snuggles against my shoulder. Jeronimo on his back, stubby legs poking up as he intently studies the tree with his sly grin. The Christmas tree is safe... momentarily...

Sharing plates with skunks…

November 26, 2009

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Some people just can't stand to eat off the same plates as a skunk. Frankly, I don't see the problem. It's not like the plate remains unwashed. Only skunk people know, these are special creatures, intelligent, resourceful with their surroundings. Meaning skunks wipe. Skunks do not lick. They might scoot on the nearest rug to wipe.... but they do not lick. And everyday they brush themselves and brush their teeth.... Skunks do not eat gucky stuff. Unless we feed crickets and grubs... not happening in my house.. they must be content with steak and chicken, shrimp and salmon. Proteins that I, too, am willing to eat..... Thanksgiving dinner, skunks eat from the antique china....

Sick skunks won’t tell you until the last minute….

November 8, 2009

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.....driving us at optimum speed ...toward the last emergency vet appointment of the weekend before the ice storm, with a vet she had never met.... Blossom was between us, holed up in blankets in her den-carrier and covered with more blankets. Black eyes staring from the little den hole. A long drive into the dark. She met the vet with no animosity. Not very Blossom-like, as it took four vet techs to sedate her five-pound butt in order to be spayed.

Pet skunk fight – Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.

October 7, 2009

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On her last trip out Lacey ran to the door and swung it shut so hard it almost latched, just missing Blossom's wide skunkie butt as she galloped out into the hallway. "Don't let the door hit you in the a** on the way out!" Lacey yelled. Then she primly came back to slid onto the floor and wait. Yes, our little Lacey has found her voice, finally. But that is another story.

Pet skunk litter pans – “The one in the office is clean…”

July 10, 2009

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There is not enough love in the world -- and there are never enough litter pans in a skunk house. I know that's a stretch and I do love my skunkies... but they do run me ragged over this.