This here is for the EG and Zaidie puppies

Here is what a real deal muskrat looks like:
Here is a real live muskrat dood


And don't wet your pants


Graphic alert! You will be skeered

He's already backing down

That crazy doggie! He is already backing off from his Vermin challenge. Here's what he posted in his little pink padded Hello Kitty diary!

Dear Diary,

EVFURRYONE knowed ERNIE G., EIGHT TIME GRAND CHAMPEENUN MOLE HUNTER, and Descendent of the finest Scottish Badger in Barrel Wrasslers in all the Highlanders of the Scotlands, could destroy any old pretty boy, "Look at my long white hair," barn rat kittie cat in a VERMIN OFF any day of the week. Evfun Sunny Day, though it are tradishunally Ernie's day of rest.

Just ask my mom, Mr. STINKPOT, or INKSPOT or whatevfur you is calling youself.

YOU ARE Very LUCKY that I am currently on the injured reserves PRETTY BOY! My hunting grounds are limited to a 15 square feets area in the front yard under constant soopervishun from my MAMA until my leg are healed!

Sometimes we gets some miserable meeses in our house, but not enuff to BEAT an OUTDOOR lowdown scallywag Long Hair Like YOUSE, Gnarly Beastie STinkPOT.

So I'll take your bet, and you're gonna regret that I'm the best that's evfur beended!

But I gotsa wait until April 1st, til my ACL is better. I could beat you today with one paw tied behind my hinder, but not with Mama watching ovfur me like a HAWKS.

So Bring it Stinkpot! Ernie George are the ONE & ONLY DOMINATOR...

For those who is outta the loop:

Stinkpot posted this in him's Catster Diary today....appawrently he got a little message from a clearly soooperior being that spooked him a little!!! BOL.

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And then he copied my Journal entry. Tough guy hunters don't do Dear Diary junk.

Ya see how he's backing off? I have got him skeered already. He has to get his Mama's approval! MOL! Sure he ran off the raccoony critter, but he didn't catch him!
I'll be happy to wait until April when your little stumpy leggie weggie is all better from it's boo boo. As long as your Mama tells you it's ok for you to come outside in that postage stamp yard of yours. I don't want you to get into trouble little doggie.

You name the time. I will be ready.

Game On!

Some silly Doggie and don't think I don't know who you are has challenged me to a
VERMIN OFF!
This is totally my game. The doggie don't have a chance of winning even if he *claims* he can catch the vermin. He may be one of them terrierist dogs. Them kinda doggies
A Long Time Ago
used to catch the vermin.
A Long Time Ago.
No more. Now they are pampurred house doggies. They lay around on special blankies and pillers and watch the T and V all day. They don't know the first thing about ackually catching the vermin critters. All they can do is bark at 'em.
On the other paw, I am a proven hunter. It is my job. All day long I am hunting and catching those vermin critters. All kinds of squeaky vermin. Even in the winter while the little critters are burrowing under the snow, I catch 'em. Right now the bigger critters are sleeping. I can catch me a muskrat too when they wake up. And the gophers! I like to catch me some gophers!
There is no contest. I can prove my hunting skills. I leave entrails in my garage. Some of the innards don't taste good. Sometimes I get so full I leave other little body parts. I will start posting pictures of the stuff on my page, if you want. You are prolly to squeamish to even look.
Game on doggie, if you dare duel with a Professional.

Inkspot
The Great White Hunter

Back Scratcher

Everyday the mom and the Tux dog comes out into my pasture/hunting area. Mom carries a long plastic thing that a tennis ball sticks in the end of. She throws the ball for the Tux dog. He runs like crazy to fetch that ball.
While he is running and fetching, I get a back scratch with the long plastic thing. Mom rubs it all over me, my back, my head. Yeah, it feels good.
The Tux dog brings back the tennis ball so Mom picks up the ball with the plastic stick thing. She throws the ball and I get more back scratching.
This is a good thing. I recommend back scratches with a long plastic stick thing.
Oh, here is what the thing looks like:
My Back Scratcher

I will be rich!

Here is a local new article.

Bingham County Offering A Buck For Each Gopher Trapped

BLACKFOOT - Bingham County is asking for your help to get rid of some pesky gophers.

They're a huge problem for farmers and landowners in the county.

Staff tells us gophers dig up the dirt right on the side of the road which becomes a hole and then it eventually sinks and makes a pothole.

This leads to thousands of dollars in damage.

So, they're offering a dollar a tail to trap some gophers and bring their tails in to the Bingham County Courthouse.

The gopher bounty starts next week and goes until they use up the $10,000 set aside.




I am already all over the problem. I have jaws like a steel trap.
I will be rich.

My critter

I am a hunter. I take my work seriously. I enjoy my work. Sometimes I play with my food. Hehehehe.
I have a place in our field where I like to carry my catch. I eat critters there. I play with my critters there.
I do not need any help. When the critter tries to get away I run and pounce on it. That is part of the fun.
Today a lazy ol' red tailed hawk thought he could just take my vole, my meadow mouse, away. He swooped around real close above me a couple of times. My critter! I caught it. Leave me alone. My 'dopted Daddy came out and that hawk took off. I carried my vole to where 'dopted Daddy could see me better. He was impressed.
My critter. I don't like to share.

I know

So the first thing she says when she sees me in the garage:
"yikes, Inkspot, that is a big, honking thing you are eating."

I know what she means. Yeah, I am just doing my part to rid this place of vermin.
You are welcome.

Just not appreciated

I am the great hunter. I rid the place of four legged vermin. Vermin who are carriers of the hanta virus, fleas, and other junk. I bring my catch into the garage to eat in the shady comfort of the concrete floor. There is where I leave the innards and other things I don't want to eat. Hey a great hunter like me gets full sometimes.
Yeah, so I leave body parts around. I am a guy, mess doesn't bother me.
And then I get scolded.
So the pawrent finds a headless bird in the garage. She gets mad! She claims she can identify this headless bird. It is a Western Kingbird. She is upset because these kinds of birds eats lots of bugs and she likes to watch these Western Kingbirds. I get told to not catch anymore Western Kingbirds or robins or any of the little yellow birds she can't identify.
She better talk to my two sisters too. They do a fair amount of hunting.

I am Big

I like to grow my hair out in the wintertime. It's cold where I live and I am an outside cat. So I get real big with all my hair.
This morning I followed the Cindy dog out into the road where she was standing. The peeps looked out the window and thought I was the neighbor's fluffy white dog!
Yeah, I am that big.

I came in to snoop around

I am an official outside cat. I sleep in the garage at night. But I came in the house the other day. Just to make sure everything was ok. Just to see if those inside cats were taking care of any vermin that might have been overwintering there.
I went right downstairs and had a look around. Everything checked out ok.
Adopted Mommy came and got me. She was amazed at my bulk. I am not fat but that's not just white fluff on me. I like to let my hair grow out in the winter. I look big and I am big.
Pearl and Scooter say my legs look like they are about 2 inches long. They are just jealous.