I struggle with myself sometimes about how much to share on the ole' blawg. Some stories involve other people.
I am unsure of how much to reveal, how would they feel if I expose their weaknesses? Would they laugh along with us- as I poke fun at them..or would they feel laughed at? is it fair?
My nemesis: the cat: Totally open season, I've decided.
In a nutshell, if you resisted clicking-we have this routine, the cat & I- of his relentless begging for food all evening>me intending to throw him out when I finally go to bed, and then> I go to turn out the lights and get detoured from putting the cat out, because he will certainly be found curled up in angelic, cozy pose. I relent, and do not toss him out.
exactly 40 minutes after my head hits my pillow, the cat will begin meowing for me to either let him out or to -yes...feed him [again].
Monday morning- at about 4 a.m. all of Orange County was awakened by crazy/heavy rain and thunder. Now, we don't get much weather here, so a thunder storm- beside being a novelty, is also a treat.
Sky and I, the dog, and 1 or 2 children rushed to our huge front living room window (I love this window, my favorite thing about my house) We opened the blinds to watch the huge storm,
There stood our cat, Oliver- pressed against the glass, trying not to get wet..with a terrified look on his face that seemed to say: "Let me in!!!!!"
He had done his meowing thing again, after I had gone to bed- and I escorted him out and then locked the dog door. Sky came up with that- it's very logical. And linear.
I let him in. After we all laughed at him.
Here is Oliver, on his cat tree, in front of the same big picture window.
Wet cats shouldn't meow loudly. er, he who meows last will weep wetly...
something like that.