In the midst of all of the drama of the past, well six months, we here at Holliday Island forgot something very important. It dawned on me and Pancake Land around 9pm, it was our anniversary. I think that is important that special days, like the anniversary of the first time we ever made out in a bathroom, not get swept under the rug even if the rest of empire of family and friends is crumpling around us. So, Happy Anniversary pretty lady. Maybe I’ll bake you some cookies today.

That all said, I want to clear up a little confusion from yesterday’s post. Pancake Land and I are not breaking up. She is moving back in with Little Peddler to help her deal with the house. Once the house affairs are handled, then she will return to Holliday Island to retake her seat by my side where we shall rule over our kingdom with fairness and compassion. In the interim, her chair will be held warm by one of her ladies in waiting, the Duchess of Idlewild, Miss Uma Thurman.

Moving on.

Did you know that only one breed of cats (found in India) will naturally hunt for fish in the wild. Why is it then that we feed our cats fish-flavored everything? Answer: Because fish are delicious. This bit of trivia got Pancake Land thinking, which always leads to me having to do something. We’re like Master Blaster in that way. She comes up with something in her huge brain and I carry it out for her. Who runs Holliday Island? Master Blaster does.

Pancake Land’s idea was to see if our cats, who watch and attack the fish tank constantly, would actually hunt fish if given the chance. My job was to procure half a dozen feeder fish (the type that you would buy as food for something larger and carnivorous in the food chain), fill the bath tub with enough water to allow fish to swim around, and let the cats at them. What seemed like a harmless experiment, turned out much crueler than we had expected. First off, the cats really wanted the fish, but not bad enough to actually get wet to eat them. Then there’s the fish. You really sort of feel bad for the fish once you see them swimming around in your bath tub. We made a short video, but since it was rather anticlimactic and ultimately cruel, I’m not going to show it to you. Just know that the experiment was a bust and that it made us feel bad for even trying it.

Yesterday, I took the day off to recharge my batteries. Teacher Sis, Bubba Fett, and I went to lunch and we swung by the house on the way to the craft store to print some coupons. I had my second chance and I seized it. Bubba Fett, bounty hunter or not, cannot escape the ice twice.

Apparently there was some talk of Miss Hart not being “actually drunk” during the filming of My Drunk Kitchen so these two brother made their version of real drunk cooking. They have made two episodes so far and both are brilliant. A little caveat first, if you have a weak stomach or dislike the sight of people vomiting, then perhaps you should go do something else for about 15 minutes. Otherwise, enjoy:

Episode One

Episode Two

Well, that’s all I’ve got for you today. Be sure to go by and see G-Man before he leaves today. More soon. ~SC