The cats are plotting against me!


My house has been taken over by 3 domestic cats. They sleep with me, knit with me, disturb me, and demand my undivided attention. Since there are 3 of them, and they are faster on their paws than I am on my feet they are a formidable opponent!

Cat watching cat
Cat watching cat (Photo credit: gillicious)

The cats have decided that their Momma must do hourly full body massages, and they have decided that I MUST feed them little treats here and there. It is my utmost duty, to let them on my lap, whether I am recording or not…

The cats have decided that the sewing room, which I foolishly thought of as “my office” is theirs and that most of the area is their domain.

Detail of the head of a she-cat (Felis silvest...
Detail of the head of a she-cat (Felis silvestris catus) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They insist that my entire existence be focused exclusively on them. My opinions are not necessary, and any ideas I have to the contrary are un-accommodating to their pleasure.

I am doomed.

Trumps of Doom
Trumps of Doom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Even my knitting projects, when they allow me the time to knit, are supposed to be for them. I must knit them lovely lap robes so that they can sit on my lap with ease and comfort. They must have soft warm places to lay in sun-spots as well. The same lap robes will not do. New ones must be made…

Random design
Random design (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Their food, water, and litter chores must be done on demand. They believe that this is just tribute. And I must perform these duties with a smile, and a friendly demeanor.

Kattenbak
Kattenbak (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am doomed, did I say that before?

The threat, the one thing that keeps me kowtowing to their every whim?

They know where the yarn stash is, and are willing to pee on it if I don’t succumb.

I’m doomed.

Louise Ann Benjamin

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the dogs loves roadkill


Carrizo Plain Raven '10
Carrizo Plain Raven '10 (Photo credit: flythebirdpath~}~}~})

Dad and I live on a very well-traveled road. My dog Raven came to live with us just last Friday. Raven is a shitzu-bishon frieze mixture. As a small dog, she is certainly tetched in the head about certain issues.
Her latest, and biggest, as you can guess is roadkill. Since this road is well traveled, there is a minor accumulation that the dog has decided to sniff out.
Ugh.
Raven has taken off three times thus far on her own. The last time I thought she’d stay nearby since I was outside with her. Nope, I turned my head and went after another box I was unloading from the van. Whoosh, the little black rat was gone. Ugh.
I love my dog, but damn, sometimes she gives me gray hairs.
The major reason for my fear? One of our neighbors to the North is a known dog-killer. She was too dangerously close to their property when I picked her up.
Sighs,
back to my regularly scheduled chores.
a.k.

a big day and a new van


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Good morning, it’s just after 7 in the morning, and I’ve been awake for half an hour. I’m waiting, for my husband to wake up.  I’m also waiting for the bank to open.

This morning, I’m going to be picking up my van. I have the necessary funds in my bank accounts, and I have quite a bit of paper work to do this morning.

It’s a good thing, and a blessing. But by the word “new” it’s not a recently manufactured vehicle. It’s actually a 1987 Dodge Ram.  It has a wheelchair has a lift, and is in very good shape.

My husband is worried. It seems that he is afraid that I’m going to be “running all over hell” or even worse. What that worse is, I’m not going to elaborate. His fears and paranoia are not entertaining, but I understand.

The funny part about his fears, is for at least 4 months, I’m not going to be going very far. I will be going home once a month starting next month, but that’s not a bad thing. I’ll be going to corrupt and do mischief, but that’s all within the family, and doesn’t count as far as fears go. Or maybe it does.

My family has this innate ability to create mischief and mayhem. We corrupt others, and have quite a bit of fun, enjoying life for its own sake. We like pranks and jokes, and have this instinct for the best humor in original circumstances.

Life is good.  In a few short hours, I will have my van, and in the meanwhile, I’m going to have a cup of coffee, and contemplate my next visit home.

 

All is well,

a.k.