A Mink On The Brink Begins To Drink And Think

…and yes, stink.

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Day 12: In which we head home, but only after hitting a brand new roadside attraction.

So, we interrupted out trip home (actually, our trip to Spike & Mary’s) with a stop at the, you guessed it, World Famous Sex Toy Museum. As museums go, this one is both fascinating and a bit repetitive. I mean, you see one dildo, you’ve seen them all, right? Well, except for the one from ancient Egypt and the solid gold one and the one that looked less like a dick and more like a snake.

One thing you learn is that not only has vibrator technology improved, but sex toy technology in general has improved. One look at a blow up sex doll from 1980 next to one from today will prove that.

So we bought the t-shirts and stuff and took pictures standing next to the 30 FOOT TALL DILDO in the lobby. Quite a way to remember our visit.

After we took Spike & Mary home, we started back toward California. About 10 minutes later, Avis popped out of our universe and we used some gadget of Sasha’s to send Leon home.

(Sasha: It was a goddamn TELEPORTER, Daddy! You knew that. “Gadget”…HRUMPH!”)

We are all home now and relaxing, another trip to Critter City on the books. We hope you enjoyed this years report, even if it was a bit shorter than in past years.

Doc out.

CatCon 8 is over

but the Cross Family & Friends will be back next year for…

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The Almost Certainly True, But Still Damned Hard To Believe, Story Of Mostly Purple Patty And The Singing Dugongs

…co-starring her mom, Mostly Green Josephine

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Day 11, Con Day 4: It’s all about the pie!

The convention is almost over and, as we do every year, we had big fun. Last night’s Old Time Radio shows went of without a hitch and were very well received. Next year, the con staff wants to do Old Time Radio broadcasts all 4 days of the con, from noon to midnight. AND, they want to do a different decade every day. I volunteered to do a late 60’s freeform FM show.

(Silky: I’m looking forward to that.)

As we do every year, Spike & I (this year joined by Peter, Brian and 4 others) took part in the two hour “Ask A GM ANYTHING event. This year was another treasure trove of questions ranging from goofy to well thought out. Most fun question? “Can you read from a rulebook like a preacher reads from the Bible?” We used the first edition AD&D books, mostly quoting Gary Gygax at his most verbose and, dare I say, preachy. I gave my reading a real old fashioned fire & brimstone treatment.

(Daisy: Daddy got several “Amens” and even healed three people of their addiction to house rules.)

We also did the “I Love It/I Hate It” event. As one might expect with a room full of over 500 geeks, there was a wide variety of things to hate or love.

And now, Gentle Readers, we are about to head into the Post-Con Cooldown Party, which many of you will remember is a huge pie eating festival. This year, they have 50 different kinds of pie. Since we have an ever full ice creal locker, we supplied 50 kinds of ice cream. I predict many full tummies.

(Sasha: One of which will be mine.)

After going comatose from pie eating, we will get on the bus and head to the “Oklatexas RV Park”, up on the state line. Tomorrow, everyone goes home and this trip is a wrap.

Blog ya later, alligators!

The Pastry Goblins Attack The Ice Cream Dwarves!

…it’s war!

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Day 10, Con Day 3: It’s all about the Old Time Radio!

Very quick report today, kids!

Breakfast: Ate at Mistress Diana’s Breakfast Dungeon. Great food and the décor is quite eye opening.

(Daisy: WOAH! WTF?)

(Leon: And humans laugh at us because we lick our butts?)


Seminars: Went to two. Sasha went to one. Daisy moderated one on “Gming for a Human Group”

(Daisy: I had a full house for mine!)


Games: I played in one, Sasha in one, Silky in three, Daisy in two.

(Silky: To be fair, mine were all short demos.)


Other Fun: The girls and Sadie & Leon are going to the Pets Only Amusement Park tonight.

(Daisy: Sasha has a date with a foxhound!)


Lunch: Hot Dogs from Ed’s Big Weenie

(Silky: Mom & Auntie Mary giggled the whole time.)

Buying: Too much to list.

(Sasha: Because you know we don’t own enough games already.)

(Silky: Says the dog that owns 8 Cadillacs.)

Rehearsing: TWO Old Time Radio shows. “The Adventures of Doc Mystery” and “At Home With The Geekmans”

Dinner: Ate with a big group at Taco The Town.

(Leon: Fish tacos = love.)

Leaving now for the big broadcast. Afterward, it’s the Game & Dance Party.

More blog-o-rama tomorrow.

Bucky & Squint Take A Goose To The Movies

…not their best idea

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Day 9, Con Day 2: It’s all about the warm mud!

This morning, a great number of us had breakfast at Waffles From Outer Space!, which I may have mentioned in the past has BACON & BUTTER FLAVORED SYRUP.

(Sasha: Every year, Daddy buys a 5 gallon jug of it to take home. It seldom lasts beyond January.)

After loading up on some crazy good waffles, we all went off to do various con stuff until it was time to meet up for out annual outing to the Mud In Your Eye Spa.

This year our group of spa goers numbered 20 and with the exception of Leon, we all slid into our tubs of warm mud.

(Leon: HELL NO! You humans & dogs have lost your damned minds.)

As always, laying in very warm mud for 45 minutes drinking mimosas is pretty darned relaxing. We chatted about all sorts of things, including the 24 hour Killer Dungeon that started at 10:00 am.

(Silky: I was so relaxed, I dozed off.)

(Daisy: So did Mom, Auntie Avis and Uncle Peter.)

After the mud soak came the massages and we all pretty much fell asleep. When we were awakened, we got dressed and, relaxed and full of energy, hit the con again.

(Silky: Mom, Sasha, Auntie Holly & I walked around the Dealer’s room.)

(Sasha: Notice how nobody called me Doctor Octopus?)

(Silky: Well duh! After you slapped that 350 pound, 6’2” guy around yesterday, they all fear you.)

(Sasha: Mmmm…tasty human fear!)

Spike, Brian, Peter & I had a seminar panel (Alarums & Excursions: The Monthly History of Roleplaying) to be on. Avis & Mary sat in the audience, which was pretty big.

(Daisy: Leon & I went to play in the Dogs & Cats Team Up For Charity arena game.)

(Leon: We played a Barbarian Swordsbitch and Wizcat!)

(Daisy: We finished second. A Doberman and a Tonkinese won the event.)

(Leon: $4,600 raised for the SPCA, baby!)

Later, we all had dinner at Chez Mom’s. I ate about half of a large meatloaf. Grace had a slab of catfish filet that was bigger than Daisy.

(Sasha: I am SO FULL!)

(Leon: Yeah, full of…)

(Sasha: I will skin you out and make a rug out of you, catboy!)

(Leon: GULP!)

Now it’s time to go play in that killer dungeon, then go to the Midnight Dance & Ice Cream Social.

More thrilling stories tomorrow.

To Grill A Mockingbird

…first, get your grill nice and clean

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Day 8, Con Day 1: It’s all about the LARPing!

Note: For info on the new names that appear below, see previous con reports.

On top of the gaming, seminars (two for me, three for Spike), GMing (me, Brian, Peter, Daisy),

(Daisy: I ran a dogs only Paranoia game. It was hilarious.)

eating (Pancaketown, Big Slabs O’ Meat, Ring of Fire)

(Sasha: I love Big Slabs O’ Meat! I want to live there.)

(Sadie: Oh yeah, love that meaty goodness!)

and other frivolity, we joined about 200 other folks, human & otherwise, for a village adventure LARP entitled “The Secret of Winkleville”. We all played villagers, with the exception of myself, Avis, Silky and a goat named Reggie, who played agents of the King. Unbeknownst to us, Grace, one other woman, a cat and a pig were playing agents of the Queen.

(Sasha: I played Sookie Fullbottom, a halfling artist.)

(Daisy: I was Wurfee, the ghost hound. I pretty much scared the crap out of everybody.)

(Leon: I was Rudolfo, the wizard’s familiar.)

(Sadie: I played Mrs. Junkins, a cranky old woman.)


It was a fun three hour LARP and mysteries were solved, love was declared, evildoers were vanquished and a Belgian Malinois was elected mayor. I should also add that at one point, the agents of the King & Queen got into a duel. Grace was about to run me through with her sword when we all sighted our mutual enemy, Baron Thugg and gave chase. We eventually caught him and hauled him off to jail.

(Daisy: Mom is still giggling about beating daddy in a sword fight.)

After the LARP, we all went off to do other stuff. Right now, we are resting up before attending the First Annual CatCon Film Festival.

More bloggage tomorrow.

White Drunks On Pope

…Irish Catholics, no doubt

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Day 7, Con Day 0: It’s all about the goodie bag!

We arrived in Critter City about 10 am this morning, after stopping for a hearty breakfast at Chuckwagon Jim’s, a pretty darned good place to eat.

(Silky: Biscuits & gravy for dogs!)

(Leon: Fried catfish for me!)


Our rooms were ready for us at the Hilton, so we were able to unpack and get set up in record time. After that, we started off for the convention center to get our badges and goodie bags.

When we saw the con center, we all stopped dead in our tracks. There, above the entrance, was a big mural depicting Lulu (back when she was still Lucy) & Flash winning the big Dog Race. Under it were the words “Goodbye, Lucy/Lulu & Flash. We will miss you.” Several of us cried.

(Daisy: It was beautiful!)

(Sasha: I bawled like a puppy.)

Once we composed ourselves, we went in and got our stuff, then went over to Mink’s Cold Drinks (run by Ed & Georgia Mink) for refreshments and to check out the swag. The inventory was…

A great looking con t-shirt

(Silky: I got a red one.)

(Daisy: Mine was orange.)

The con book, which looked like a 1930’s Popular Mechanics magazine

A deck of “Muskrats: The Gathering” cards

Coupons for many businesses in town and in the dealer’s room.

(Sasha: Including one for dinner at Chez Mom’s! Yum!)

A comic book about the adventures of Captain CatCon

A miniature. Mine was a pig wizard.

(Daisy: I got a rabbit barbarian.)

A snack box containing a chocolate chip cookie, a bag of M&Ms, a bag of Critter City Chili & Lime potato chips.

(Daisy: The snacks were different for critters. Venison chews! YUM!)

A “Make The GM Re-Roll Once” ticket, usable in any game at the con.

(Daisy: I predict these will see much use.)

Assorted fliers for Various old & new games

A token for one free beer (human or animal approved) at Moses & Jeff’s Texas Brewpub.

(Leon: Non-alcoholic beer for cats? A Sadine IPA? I’m in!)

A small booklet of photos from the previous seven cons.

(Silky: Lots of pics of us and those no longer with us. Very nice.

While we sat and checked that stuff out, many friends found us. We made dinner arrangements to all meet up at Thai One On! For dinner.

Now we’re all heading back to our rooms for a short nap and then some goofing off before dinner.

More blogging tomorrow

The Adventures Of Meerkat-Man

…a very alert and upright superhero

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Day 1: In which a wide variety of potato products are thrown about and we watch movies

In Grimly, Arizona, Potato Throwing Days started in 1886 when the “damned near all male” population of this mountain logging and mining town got tired of eating the potatoes that local merchant Joe Sitwell had gotten cheap from his cousin up in Idaho. Old Joe had got those taters cheap, but he had gone overboard and bought 5 tons of them. For a town whose population at the time was 50, that’s a shitload of spuds.

(Daisy: I love potatoes, but DAMN!)


So one day, as legend has it, a fellow named Dan Purdy was sitting on the front porch of the Grimly Arms Hotel, contemplating a big dish of mashed potatoes when he just up and yelled “To hell with this!” and threw those mashers out into the busy (for Grimly) main street, hitting several people. One of those people was local logger Armando Cruz, who just happened to have his lunch, a baked potato in his pocket. He threw it at Dan and before you knew it, potatoes were flying everywhere. It took the best part of an hour before things calmed down and then folks just laughed and laughed. A year later, damned if they didn’t relive the day with more tater tossing. After that, and despite Grimly eventually evolving into a popular mountain resort, Potato Throwing Days became a tradition.

There are only a few rules about Potato Throwing Days: No raw spuds may be thrown, no hot items may be thrown, no artificial potato launching devices may be used, anybody wearing a green “NOT A TARGET” t-shirt cannot be attacked and all spud throwing starts at dawn and ends at sunset on Friday & Saturday. Other than that, the potatoes will fly.

We arrived in Grimly about two hours before sunrise and got a space at the Happy Acres RV Park. After a light breakfast of coffee or tea and donuts for us humans and dog or cat food for the critters, we got dressed properly for the day.

(Silky: No donut love for the poor critters.)

Proper dress” is old clothes you don’t care about, a hat if you don’t want taters in your hair and a pair of goggles. Throwing potatoes are provided by the Chamber of Commerce on tables all along the street. Thus clad, we ventured out for the 3 mile long stroll up and down main street.

(Leon: Flash warned me about this place! Humans are insane!)

(Daisy: I’ve been practicing dodging all week.)

As the sun rose over the mountains, we had just loaded up on throwing supplies (The critters were all wearing Ottopuses, so they could throw spuds too) when a guy on a roof started chucking mashed potato snowballs at us. I took one to the leg, Silky took one to the tail and Spike got hit square in the middle of his back.

(Silky: And then I turned the wrong way and got hit in the ear!)


Meanwhile, three teenage girls were throwing tater tots at us from the other side of the street. Grace, Mary, Avis and Sasha all got hit, but Daisy & Leon managed to stay clean. Unfortunately for those teens, besides the womenfolk chucking small roasted red potatoes at them, they had Sasha hurling hash brown patties at them four at a time. Her accuracy was impressive.

(Sasha: I pretended they were shuriken.)

By the time we reached the end of main street, we looked like victims of the wrath of some potato god. Spike and I alone must have had 2-3 pounds of potato products in our hair & beards. The surface of the street looked like some unholy potato salad demon.

After having some tasty beverages provided by the Grimly Women’s Association, we loaded up with tuberous ammo and started the trek back to the bus. We teamed up with other RVers in what one old WWII vet described as “like storming a goddamn beach during World War Potato”. He had a pretty good throwing arm for an 86 year old.

(Daisy: That old dude was badass! No wonder we won the war.)


Back at the bus, we hit first the sonic showers, then the regular showers, then the hot tub. Poor Leon was convinced he’d never bee clean again and actually fell asleep in mid cleaning lick AFTER two full showers.

(Leon: Not clean enough! Must get cle…..ZZZZZZZZZZZZ!)

Once we were all relaxed and had eaten a light lunch, there was much napping, then we all mostly sat around talking until it was time to grill Docburgers for dinner.

(Silky: Mmmmm…Docburgers!)

After dinner, it was movie night! We had a double feature of “The Amazing Colossal Man” and it’s sequel, “War Of The Colossal Beast”. After that, there was some more sitting around talking and then bedtime.

Destination Sign when we started: Sesame Street

Destination Sign when we ended: The Hall Of The Mountain King

Radio Station of the Day: Elven Folk Music