This is my story of how I became an unintentional Crazy Cat Lady.
I like animals. If it’s furry, 4 legged and mammalian, it’s welcome in my house. Growing up I always had a cat and a dog. I had the coolest dog growing up. Inky. My Grandfather rescued him from Paoli Pike (a busy 4 lane street) and when he passed away Mom & Dad inherited him. Inky is a blog for another day.
For the record, wet cats suck. They seem to have an uncontrollable need to dry themselves upon you. Or me that is. Right now it’s raining about 1″ per hour and our stupid four legged friends seem oblivious to this fact. Right now I need to change my t-shirt because I’ve had 3 cats dry themselves on me. The only good news about this is, when wet they don’t smell nearly as bad as dogs. So, if you will excuse me, I’m going to go change into dry clothes.
The good news about the wonderfully cool weather we are having is we can open the windows so the cats can come and go as the please. Which means we don’t have to get up every 2 seconds to let a cat in the window or open the window above the bed all night long as cats come & go. David has taught them if they bang at the window – no matter what time of day or night – we will let them in.
To find out if your cat is really trying to kill you … go to http://www.catswhothrowupgrass.com/kill.php
Growing up most kids have a favorite teddy bear. Mine was a pink rabbit named… Lord, I can’t remember it’s name. I still have him. He’s not so pink or furry any more. He went everywhere with me. Flopsy Rabbit. It just came to me. Flopsy has floppy ears. My dog growing up, Peanut, ate one of Flopsy’s eyes and Mom replaced it with his nose.
I got this in an e-mail quite a while ago. Since 95% of all my stuff has cat tracks on it, I thought it was appropriate.
Ok. Have you ever seen a cats eyes glow and flash in the light? Have you ever wondered where the writers of Stargate came up with the idea of glowing eyed aliens?? Have you ever thought your cat was trying to control you? Have you ever wondered why cat’s are SO independant?
It’s my theory that the writers of Stargate came up with the idea of for the Goa’uld when one of them had the pants scared off of them when they caught their cats eyes flash and glow in the pitch black. How many of us haven’t had the pants scared off of us by a cat’s eyes glowing and flashing? Come on, let’s be real. I think it’s how the Goa’uld came ino being.
From the Kitty Chronicles at 483 N Mill Rd
I’ve become Kitty Velcro. Or at least 1/2 of the Velcro. Houdini, or Velcro Butt (or just Cro) as I’ve taken to calling him these days, has become the other 1/2. Usually cat moods last for a day or 4 tops and they move onto the next mood. Laying in the same place for a couple of days, a week tops, and then getting another “favorite” place.
David got a delicious, yummy Perdue chicken from the Giant. It is REALLY good. It is moist and seasoned really well. Well, the cats think the same thing. As soon as David brought it in the house the cats started “velociraptoring” around the living room. Which means that they were moving around meowing and trying to get the chicken, hopping up on the chair that I was sitting in and being pushed off and hopping up on the coffee table and then the chair and then being pushed on the floor. They REALLY wanted some chicken, but it is too good to share – they can have the leftovers. If there are any. They do this when we have very fragrent meats. Stevie is the worst. Because he’s brain damaged, he’s got to be corrected over and over and over. And David isn’t real good at correcting him. I could be more consistant too. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… kitties. If they were dogs what fun would they be?
I love my kitties… most of the time. Right now I would like to finish sewing the little sequins on my top – the manufacturer didn’t sew them on well and they need to be re-sewn. Larson has made that impossible by laying in my arms. My lap isn’t good enough. I tried to move her to my lap. She got all hissy walked away and then came back and hopped up into my arms… again. I’m cat furniture. I love my Larson. And I usually would encourage her to do this … but I want to sew (would like to finish sewing) my sequins !! I’m a kitty bed. I’m a lounge chair. I’m a chaise lounge. I’m a hammock. Oi! Fortunately it’s easy to “type” on the PDA while I’m busy sitting still being furniture. Larson is sleeping now. I guess the my job as furniture is successful.