Poo Kitty, Poo Car (still)

Our instructions from SITS today was: Re-upload a post with a title that you are particularly proud of and explain why.  I loved the title of this post because to me it aptly describes the situation and just the title to me conjures up sights and smells without even reading any more.  This for some reason has had more hits than any post I’ve done… Not sure if it’s the pics I used or what, but…. Here you go: 

We feel like we live out in the country.  We live about 20 minutes outside one of the major US metropolis areas (Atlanta) but we are far enough out that it still seems like the country.  We live on the outskirts of our town and we still have to dodge the deer and other critters occasionally while driving.  Unless you’re like #3 and you have to dodge the curbs, but we’ve already gone over that before.  We especially have to be careful around dusk or dawn.   For some reason, it seems like ALL the critters want to cross the road around those times:  deer, fox, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, cats, dogs, you name it. 

When #3 was born my husband was downsized from his job less than a week later.  Talk about bad timing.  He got a job with another restaurant chain that wanted him to train in Virginia in a town that just happened to be near (by country standards) my parents. PERFECT!  I had never been around family when we had any of our children so that was a real treat.  We stayed with my parents (yes, me, hubby and all three of our kids) for about  3 months while hubby trained with his new company.  After his training they assigned him “permanently” to the store where he had trained.  So we ended up moving lock, stock, barrel and three kids from Georgia to Virginia when #3 was almost 3 months old. 

At the time we had a mini-van and a 1984 Buick Skylark (it was 1991) that we called the “poo car”.  Bless its heart but that car ended up EARNING its nick name more than once. 

84 Skylark


This car looks MUCH better than the poo car.  Shortly before we had moved, hubby had a little “mishap” with the car and we only had liability coverage so it wouldn’t cover our damage.  He had bought “parts” at a junk yard but we hadn’t gotten around to getting it painted yet.  The car was originally white with Burgundy interior.  So, I guess we were being sorta cool since the hood was now Burgundy… but the bumper was navy blue and one of the fenders and I think the driver’s door were more of a primer color.  Yeah, buddy, we were stylln’

 First off, when we moved, we came back to Georgia and hubby packed what he could (that he was gonna need immediately) in the POO car and drove back to Virginia with our black lab Lucy while I stayed in Georgia painting, cleaning carpet, packing up the house AND taking care of three kids (aged 7½, 6, and 3 mos).  But I think I got the better end of the deal considering that poor Lucy got carsick on the way to Virginia and Hubby had to clean up the mess that was running out of both ends of poor Lucy.  Not a pretty sight I’m sure, not to mention the SMELL.  I TOLD you it earned its name… 

Anyway, we moved into an OLD house out in the country.  When I say we lived in a small town… I mean it, literally.  Seriously, the town sign (you know those green highway signs that tell you when you enter and exit a town?) was on BOTH sides of the same post.  We literally WERE the town.   The house we lived in had been built in the early 1900’s and it was attached to an old store that used to house that town’s post office.  It was a neat place to live but we WERE in the boonies.  We lived on the one straight stretch of that highway that I think existed.  It was a main artery for truckers between the town my hubby worked in and a few towns “over the mountain”.  You could hear the 18 wheelers gearing up and down and they would roll by flying.  So we had to dodge the 18 wheelers as well as the critters while we lived there.  Pulling out of that parking lot was always an adventure. 

One day hubby got off work early (around dusk… the evil hour!) and was headed home when a “kitty” darted across the road in front of him.  He said he could have sworn he hit it but didn’t see it so he slammed on the brakes and backed up to check to make sure he wasn’t gonna have to take it to the emergency vet or something.  He finally saw it on the edge of the road so he pulled over closer to it and rolled down the window and was calling out “Here, kitty, kitty.  Here kitty, kitty.”  This is what the kitty looked like: 

Kitties? Not in this universe!


 Is this where “Smelly Cat” came from? 

You guessed it.  “Kitty” got him but GOOD…. I think I SMELLED the car before I heard it that night.  Seriously, you could smell it from inside the house.  With the windows shut.  We used tomato juice, vinegar, all the home remedies that we could find to get rid of that smell.   And eventually it did subside but it never was the same.  

Yeah, we kept old  POO car a couple more years.  Heck, we had three kids… we couldn’t afford another car!  We ended up moving to TN about 6 or 8 months after the “kitty” incident and poor hubby had to ride from Virginia to MEMPHIS (YEP, CLEAR across the whole state of TN) with Lucy.  And she did have one accident on the way but not nearly as bad as the one on the way TO Virginia.  We were smart enough that time to get something from the vet to relax her for the trip but hubby said every time the poor thing passed gas(the dog, not him)  he was afraid to look over his shoulder! 

WE moved back to Georgia in 1993 still with POO car and ended up selling it a couple of years later to a friend’s teenage daughter for like $100 who drove it for several years.   And she still called it Poo Car. She was stinky (the car, not the friend’s daughter), but she was good… 

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20 Responses to Poo Kitty, Poo Car (still)

  1. Alaina says:

    oh dear lord, that is hilarious…um yeah, when the kitty has white stripes down the back like that…not a kitty! That reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where Jerry’s car smelled like B.O. because of the driver who took it for cleaning…too funny!

    • pegbur7 says:

      Yes, hubby and his adventures. I can still smell that car even though it’s been gone for years. Must be like a residual haunting…. of the car. That might make a good movie REVENGE OF THE POO CAR!

  2. I was controlling my laughs for the majority of the post until I read, “She was stinky (the car, not the friends daughter)” and that made me lose it. I spit my coffee on my laptop. 🙂 Thanks for the smiles. Stopping by from SITS.

    • pegbur7 says:

      Thanks for stopping by. Sorry I made you spit up on your laptop but glad I gave you a smile! 🙂 If that made you laugh, be sure you go back and read yesterday’s repost.

  3. Every time I smell a skunk, still pretty common in my area, I will remember this story. 🙂

  4. This is hysterical, Peg. Your poor husband getting doused by those kitties! Hah!

  5. Liza says:

    That has to be the worst skunk story I have ever heard. We don’t live in the county, but it’s more county than city and almost daily there is a skunk smell on the way to the highway. It’s amazing, really.

    And thanks for the blog visit yesterday!

    Yours is the SECOND blog post I’ve read today with POO in the title! I love how proud us women are of using “poo” in titles!

  6. Ron says:



    Only one time in my life did I ever smell skunk spray, and HOLY COW…it will remain embedded within my olfactories FOREVER!

    (I can still recall it now)

    LOVE the photos of the skunks. I know they’re stinky, but they’re so cute!

    Reminds me of Pepe le pew!

    Thanks for the FABU laugh, dear friend!


  7. Jenny says:

    Poor Dwight, trying to be a good citizen and check on the little kitties….too funny. It’s been so long ago but was that the time you guys stayed with us…I remember #3 being a baby. I was sitting here laughing and hubby says what are you laughing at? I told him you have got to read this one!!

  8. Carol says:

    Sometimes traveling with animals can be a real thrill, huh? And then there’s those kitties on the side of the road. . . AVOID! When Bailey was a puppy, I opened the door so we could go out without realizing a skunk was ambling across the yard. Bailey did realize it, and took off at a full run. Fortunately, the skunk found someplace to hide before she got there. Sigh of relief.

  9. Angelia Sims says:

    My second favorite story EVER! I found one picture of our pet skunk Inky Stinky with my sister. I have to show it to Dwight! Our pet “kitty”. HA HA.

  10. Lesley says:

    I am a breast cancer survivor, and am so sorry to hear about the loss of your dear friend. It sounds like she was a remarkably kind and giving person. Enjoyed reading your post!

    Thanks for stopping by and visiting my blog earlier. Have a great day!

    • pegbur7 says:

      I admire you. That has to be a hard thing to go through. I have lost so many friends to breast cancer it’s not even funny. I walked the 3 day last year and it was the most inspiring thing I have ever done.

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