I know I'm constantly complaining about the broody hens and their apparent inability to not crush, eat or otherwise destroy their unborn offspring, but even this single little peeping ball of fluff makes it worth it.
So in order to celebrate this new little spark of life that has blessed our homestead (although in all honesty, may be blessing our supper plate if it's another stinking rooster), I'm going to have a giveaway!
I've actually been wanting to do this giveaway for a while now, but for whatever reason haven't got my bum in gear to do it. I'd been waiting for some sort of "special" event or a sign from the heavens or something corny like that, but I got sick of waiting. So up for grabs is the following book:
I guess I should have waited until gardening and canning season were over when you'll actually have some time to sit down and read it, but I figure if you can't squeeze in some reading time now you can put it away until winter.
And my apologies to Susan over at e-i-e-i-omg! as she probably won't be entering this contest as I know she already has the book. She is the one who suggest it months & months ago and I picked it up from paperbackswap.com. Although I'm not excluding her from the contest as she could then pass the book on to one of her friends. Or just have two copies. One for home, one for the car? One for her, one for the cat? Heck, now she'll have to enter just so I don't feel badly for saying that she probably wouldn't! Anyways....
Once I got it and started reading, I couldn't put it down. It was such a great read. I'll probably read it many, many more times. How am I going to do that if I give my copy away, you ask? Well, I'm not actually giving my copy away. I still have some credits over at Paperback Swap so the winner will get one mailed from them.
So, thanks again Susan! Let's keep passing on the wonders of this little piece of literature :)
Oh, yeah. How to enter the contest.
Make a comment on this post saying you'd like to be entered. And if you make another comment (can be on the same posting) with a cat joke or a funny/happy cat story you'll get a second chance!
Contest ends sometime late night Sunday the 19th, winner to be announced whenever I wake my lazy arse up on Monday and have Rhiannon pick a name out of the basket. USA and Canada residents only.
Wrong! I have no shame, so you can't coerce me into entering...but it IS a wonderful book - did you cry near the end? I did...
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. I think Paul even got a bit teary-eyed.
DeleteWould love to read this book (embarassed to admit I haven't yet). Cat jokes are few and far between (cats are much too serious to make jokes about but I'll throw my favorite on here anyway.
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ReplyDeleteThe Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
I LOVE this one! :)
DeleteInteresting reviews (and controversy) with that book and author. Haven't read it either....
ReplyDeleteActually, I didn't know much about the controversy surrounding the book, just knew the name Forrest Carter and that there was some sort of KKK thing he was involved with. Since reading the book, I did a little research on Forrest and Asa, and although I don't agree with his earlier life ambitions, I still would highly recommend the book. And if somebody doesn't know the history on the author, I'd suggest reading the book FIRST then researching the author as not to potentially ruin the read.
DeleteCOOL, Carolyn. sounds like fun!
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Once upon a time I had an orange marmalade cat who went by the name of "Darlin Dumplin". it suited him. he was short, fat, fine,furry, and friendly. when he was just a young feller he loved to play on the big wood pile in the field.
the wood pile was just that, a big pile of chopped wood, not neatly arranged in a cord.
Dumplin went missing! we looked everywhere for several days and figgered he was a gonner. it made me so sad I would sit around sniffling and reminissing over him.
hanging clothes out to dry I sometimes thot I heard him meowing. Oooo the ghost of Dumplin! I thot I was crazy. one day I was walking past the wood pile and definately heard a meow. I stopped. I started calling his name "Dumplin, Dumplin, heeerr kitty-kitty". another meow came from the wood pile and I started throwing wood off the pile and sure enough, there was my Darlin Dumplin !!! he had gotten himself trapped inside the wood pile. lucky for all of us he was not harmed. and we all lived together happily ever after :)
I read this book several years ago and probably should read it again this winter. (Yep, mental note to self to do so.) I'd heartily recommend it as a good read so hope a lot of your blog readers get their hands on it even if they don't win the copy you're offering.
ReplyDeleteYou can put my name in the hat. I'd love to have a copy. Thanks for the fun giveaway!
I didn't intend to "ruin the read", I just googled the title. People can read the book, then do the same. While some of it was his background, there was also some other stuff...
ReplyDeleteI don't think you ruined it, didn't mean to word it like that. If anything, maybe the controversy will make people want to read it now where they may not have before. Any way to get people to read is good in my book! (pun kind'a intended) :)
DeleteI'd like to be entered in your giveaway, but can't think of a funny cat joke and/or story. hmmmm.... thinking.... nope, nothing. Oh well, thank you for offering this book. I'd like to read it too.
ReplyDeleteWould like to be entered into this giveaway. The book sounds very interesting.
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