I gotta be honest, this working 3rd shift is really cutting into my humor time. And I would be writing something HILARIOUS about my current gainful employment...but other than very nearly shutting down the entire store without meaning to, there isn't much that's funny...yet.
Meanwhile, Hubby continues to THINK he's not bloggable. But last night we took a step in refinancing the house and he let down his guard. More on that another day!
Today, however, is a Laundry List Friday and it's all about my kittens. I have three. I didn't want any. I thought I wanted a dog. And now I have three kittens who are growing up quickly, and I realize I envy them a lot!
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| Top: Belle (Bellatrix LeStrange) the youngest. Right, Jasper, the oldest. Left, TacOcaT, the oddest, but we love him! 5) It doesn't matter what I call you, you simply do not take offense. Nor do you care. So it's good. Peaches is constantly yelling at me for calling the cats by my own special nicknames. Belle, I address as "Stupid." Jasper is "Buddy." TacOcaT is "Dog." (Seriously, if you saw these cats in action, you'd understand. Belle runs into walls...a lot. And Taco is the blind one. TacOcaT, named by Skippy because he had to be odd, is really an awesome cat, but he's more dog than anything. He always meets us at the door. He licks our hands endlessly. He's most vocal, begs for food all the time, and I think I can teach him to fetch.) Cats don't come when they're called by name, but if I need a cat convention, I simply pick up the laser pointer and click it a couple times. All three are right there. 4) They simply do not have any hang ups. I stress every day about various things, especially those involving bodily functions. Believe it or not in my real life I'm very shy about things like using the bathrooms in public. My friend Marie will tell you I will "hold it" all day rather than use a porta potty. Cats, however, could not care less about privacy, or smell. Where I'm turning on fans and running water to cover certain noises, and then lighting candles and what not to cover smells, my cats could not care one whit about any of that! 3) They don't wonder where their next meal is coming from. They know. Oh, and they aren't big on things like variety or flavor. We keep the cat food in a cabinet in the kitchen. And each cat, Taco, generally, will park it next to that cabinet when the food dish seems a touch low. Doesn't matter that we feed them the same brown crunchy stuff every day. They don't care as long as the food dish is full. (Which gives me an idea for a list "5 reasons Cats are easier to deal with than Teens.") 2) If it's 1 AM an you can't sleep they WILL cuddle with you. It's not like they have work or school in the morning. My three cats are not what you'd call cuddly. Belle's other nickname is "feral," because she tends to run rather than get a pet from a human. Even Taco, the most cuddly of the three because he is, after all, mostly a dog, picks and chooses his cuddle times. But late at night, if you are sitting on the couch, trying to sort things out, one or all of them will sit on you. Sort of like those death cats you read about, but nicer. Jasper is especially great for that. He waits outside my bedroom door every night because, if I'm home, we all know I'm wandering around at 1 AM. 1) Eat when you want to, sleep when you're tired, someone else cleans up after you, and no one expects you to do anything ever. Seriously...how do I get this gig? They are living the perfect life, and I so completely envy them! Granted, this sort of describe what I imagine life in the old folks' home is going to be like...only they're young! Now, just for fun, I had to share this little snap with you all! |
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| Skippy and Peaches...about 11 years ago. I miss those days! |
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