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Aurora and Sweet Pea are mesmerized by the squirrel, who then begins to taunt them from the tree.
you know, the one that spreads like wildfire, taking you over instantly, in which your body decides that everything you have consumed in the last 12 hours must be purged by whatever means possible. My body spent, i now lie in bed sick, but lucid, which makes me bored. I sleep a little, surf a little, and try to keep the kittens off the tender stomach.
I've really got to start blogging again. I do still ponder big issues and have emotional revelations...really I do. They are just so fleeting or seem unimportant by the time I have time to sit down and write. Big stuff still happens in my life in between the monotonous hours of work, shopping, washing dishes and feeding cats.
cats. the kittens take up a lot of my time now. everyone is getting along pretty well...they have learned to come in when given the chance and how to run for the door when we leave in the morning or they'll be trapped inside all day with each other.
I now buy the 20lb bags of cat food and the barrels of litter and scoop two litter boxes. Kiki tolerates their running up and down the hall, tumbling and fighting, and chasing tails. Except this morning one decided to chase Kiki's tail, and, well, that wouldn't fly. She hissed and swiped. I can't blame her. Her life was quiet, regal and perfect before 3 little kittens disturbed the peace. Now they rock the house at 3 a.m., crawl up the bed right in front of her and steal my lap time.
They are fun, though. we've adjusted their names a little. Jack is now Trouble. She is always swatting someone and causing dissension. Aurora is still aurora, but she is becoming more of a trouble maker than Trouble. Aurora has less of a playful attitude, and so will get downright mean at times.
Jake is now SweetPea. Gaggy name, I know, but she is truly a little sweetpea. She is quiet and cuddly and kisses my nose and is always the first to come sit with me. She and I are tight.
Mischief, S.A.'s cat, is tolerating the kittens, but isn't real happy. She doesn't get this thing about a lot of cats living together. She's sweet, but prefers to be a loner and they are just screwing up her life. They are learning to let her do her thing and not bother her or they will get some nasty hissing.
Just like a family. And there's more cat drama outside. There's a stray I feed named Bob (named before she got pregnant!) , but won't take in because she is obnxious and the kittens don't tolerate her. She isn't Mischief or Trouble...she would be Mayhem. Can't deal with that. Anyway, she got pregnant then we knew she was a girl. That was several months ago, and we never saw the kittens. Cold weather came...very cold weather, and we wondered if maybe the kittens didn't survive.
Last night we finally spotted one kitten hanging around her....and she's a miniature Bob! Black with a white bib and feet, and no tail. It is the funniest thing to see a carbon copy of the mother...both without a tail. And she's just as loud as her mother. By now she's rather wild, and I cannot take in another cat. If she continues to be around I may have to take mother and kitten to the humane society.
anyone want two sweet but loud and demanding tail-less cats? :)
so.very.tired. fighting against the cold germs and winning..but i have just the energy to do that and not much else. i never thought i'd say this...but i'm so glad the holidays are over. i didn't get near enough alone time, and my alone time to think and create is so important.
work is busy, but getting better all the time as i take on more responsibility and make more decisions on my own. i hired someone today to be my assistant, and i feel very good about it. she and i will get along well, and she's smart.
now if only i had the energy to write something real...