Murdered a beany baby. Huge mess. Dust buster or vac will not pick up. Took me ‘hours’ to pick up piece by piece. There’s still beans but I was going cross-eyed.
Beat up Betsy the Beagle. She’s not really hurt, but she’s milking it.
A dryer top tantrum. I have nothing to dry.
Howling at the door for no discernible reason.
Food is not acceptable. If I manage to resist opening 6 different cans of food maybe he will eventually eat.:smack:
Chasing his Sister Meeko til she gets pissed off and whacks him. Then he’s whining and milking it.
Again, trying to turn on the kitchen faucet. So glad I didn’t get the touch to turn on faucet.
Bear’s mad cause I shut the pantry door. He likes to get on top. I’m not sure how he manages to sit up there on the edge of the door. But he does. I would just leave it open but there’s things in there that pets do not need access to.
I took the cat tree and moved it. Thinking they would like it better by a window. Nope.
Put a fire in the woodstove. They like the heat but the smell offends little velvet noses.
Gah:smack:!!!
I wasn’t really trying to imply anything earlier, Beck. And I sympathize with your predicament of servitude to the cats. I’m sure I’ve told the story of my Miss Blueberry Muffin Fancy Pants before. I’ve had a slight(very slight, almost not at all) brush with your situation.
And, just think, I paid highly for the privilege of being their slave.
They keep me on my toes. Make my life exciting. And I do love them, even all their peccadillos. I love my dummy dogs but, face it they’re boring.
I took no offense from your statements, at all.
I’m at the clinic. They flushed out my PICC line and put me in the infusion chair and are putting meds in me. I felt bad since Friday. It’s my kidneys again. Doctor came in and sat a few minutes, which is weird. He tells me I’m gonna have to have a complete kidney work up. It will require a stay in the hospital. I kinda knew this was coming. I am an optimist so I was hoping I had dodged this bullet. Apparently not.
But, see. Bear the bad-boy, Cat-daddy of cats knew it. He was warning me of dire forthcomings. I need to learn to listen to him.
Oh shit, I have to arrange some kinda pet care for my hospital stay. This ain’t gonna be easy. Cross your fingers for me.
I’m anxious to get home. So probably no corndogs today. I haz a sad face
He’s close. He’s at the deer camp not far away. He knows the situation. He’ll manage the house stuff. DIL will help with the pets. I should only have to stay 1 night in the hospital. I go Thurs. for another IV antibiotics. And we’ll finalize the hospital stay plans. I think early next week is when it’s going down. I’m more fearful of test results, not the hospital. Been in many times.
Oh, and like magic Bear is being the sweetist little boy ever since I got home. I sat on the edge of my bed and he came and got behind me and leaned purring, loudly. He gave me a little kitty massage. How could you not love such a sweet cat?
I’m still mad about the beany baby guts all down the hall, tho’.
Nope not forgetting it, Bear.
I’ve always wanted Siamese. My Mother used to tell us the exciting adventures of her childhood pet Siamese. He was a character. I thought as an adult she was embellishing the stories. I do not think that anymore. Bear and Meeko have a streak in them that can’t be explained. They seem to know just what button to push to drive me batty. And just how much to pull back to make me love them unconditionally.
I’ve fostered and owned many cats, but these 2 are more than cats. I’d swear they are nearly human but they wouldn’t lower themselves to be a pitiful human being.
They’re extra…something…IDK what.
Thank you, dork.
Badboy Bear had his evening snack, altho’ the time of day was not right in his genius cat brain. He fussed for a minute and I gave him a look. You know the parental look that you threw at your kid when they needed to say thank-you even if the gift Great Aunt Martha brought was stupid underwear. Surprise! It worked.
He’s on the cat tree sleeping on his head. Meeko is curled up like a cinnamon roll on a pillow. Peaceful household tonight.
I was sitting crossed legged on the floor. (Indian style). Tying together feathers for Grandwreks kindergarten class and Mr. Bear needed to come check out the bright colored feathers. He sniffed and disapproved.
He sat on my left knee. I absentmindedly started boucing my knees to a catchy song that came on (Freddy Mercury~the Great Pretender).
I looked at Bear riding my knee. He was smiling, I swear. His head bobbing as my knee bounced. Meeko who was in front of me, thinking of a way to grab a feather, stood up, & looked at Bear. Her tail flew up with a kink in it. Peeps who know Siamese cats knows the tail-kink bodes ill. Bear hopped off my knee and ran to give his sister a walk-by kitty hug. They went in the kitchen. Any minute now and they’ll be howling for snacks.
