Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Secret Lives of Cats




I have not written about the cats lately. They are as different from each other as my children.

Lilly is fluffy, clean, long-haired. She has a massive tail and tiny little crossed eyes that make her look sweet and a bit worried.

Bongo has short, wiry fur and a tiny body for such a fierce warrior. He's a bundle of muscles and curiosity and dirt.
We have been in and out of town a lot lately. The cats are allowed outside, but when we are gone, I just lock them in.
When we return, both run outside immediately to roll around on the driveway, because that's way better than rolling around on the wood floor. Then they follow us around for a while to say "we missed you", then it's business as usual.

For Lilly, she sits near a bush and watches the bugs fly around.

Bongo will rush around looking for something to kill and when it's dead he brings it back for Lilly to play with.

I often imagine what they do for days on end when we are away. Maybe something like this...

Lilly: "Bongo, there's no use trying to get outside, why don't you follow my lead and take a bath or something?"

Bongo: "Quiet! I see a squirrel. If I paw at this glass hard enough I think I'll get out.

Lilly: "If you really want to do something productive, see if you can get that bag of treats open."

Bongo: "Treats! My treat is that BIRD right outside, aaaahhh, must get BIRD!

Lilly: "Bongo, where are you going now? That's the family room, you can't get out that way either and the food, water, and couch are over here...OH, not again! I've told you a million times, the only thing that happens when you climb up the inside of the fireplace is you get more filthy!"

Bongo: "OK, I'm at the top, I can smell the outside, but you're right, and I'm stuck again. Can you talk me down? I keep forgetting how to climb backwards."

Lilly; "I'll help you out of the chimney, but you HAVE to promise to bathe once I get you out."

Bongo: (Claws crossed) "OK, I'll do it, now get me down so I can look for another escape route."

Lilly: "It's been two days, could you spare a moment to get the soot off the underside of your feet and maybe clean your ass while you are at it?"

Bongo: "Stop complaining, I licked my tail for a while yesterday, jeez. LIZARD! Oh god, my life sucks. Where ARE my humans?"

...and so on.








Monday, May 11, 2009

Tis birthday season.

The gift suggestion list my husband gave me for shopping with the girls for his birthday.

Running shoes.
Collar stays.
White work shirts.

Good God. My husband needs a hobby.

Other than Facebook Scrabble.

Memorial Day weekend will be a welcome infusion of NATURE at the beach. No internet access, lots of sand and surf and beer and campfires.

Maybe I'll even start a game of Scrabble with a real board.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Random thoughts II

Back to the tabula rasa thing...how can I have one child who returns from school missing all the skin from her knees and elbows and no adult there is the wiser, while the other child has her own chair at the nurse's office and my cell is on speed dial?


I'm going to start dropping hints to my daughters about eloping when the time comes..


I recently learned that porcupines don't have quills on their bellies in order to more comfortably give other porcupines "a big hug" at certain times of the year. I think that will be my new code phrase to hubs...The flip side of that, if I stop shaving, then do I get the bed to myself?


I'm relentlessly spinning Amos Lee, if I don't stop soon I'm going to slip into a self induced depression. I need happy music suggestions. Eric Hutchinson is all I've got.

Why is there a dive meet on Mother's Day weekend?