In the summer, I wash and put away the large rag rug in my kitchen. Cool kitchen tile feels good in hot weather, and it’s easier to frequently sweep up crumbs to combat our warm weather ant invaders.
It’s a really heavy rug so one trip through the dryer didn’t cut it and I draped it over a chair to finish drying
It’s a tent now.
The cats moved in immediately.
Sookie is the landlord. She’s discovered a clipboard and is now keeping a list of infractions. Mostly mine.
Wrap yourself around your man like he is the black beans, carnitas, and cilantro of a burrito and you are the tasty tortilla.
We all need a little bit more lovin’ in this world.
Black cat awaits food. Any crumbs, morsels, remnants. Fourteen pounds starving
I will scream, “PROTEST!” You dare fix food in kitchen, For you! I just ate!
Presumably two legged children present the same feeding time issues as four legged children. Based on the social media posts of my breeder friends, I know their kids are at times….. difficult. Stay at home orders are not making this better.
At any given meal time but especially at “lunch”: One child is screaming that he is starving. He actually does this any time I am in the kitchen.
One child is interested in eating, but often needs reminded that we are on a schedule and she needs to put aside whatever she’s doing to come eat.
One child thinks eating is…meh, literally has to be carried to most meals. There she eats two bites then runs off.
As always, kid number four shows up appropriately, eats, and leaves.
In other childish behavior, Ohio was hot in April, but is currently freezing. I’m tired of tucking in my tomatoes for yet another freeze warning. I’m also tired of people protesting wearing masks. As predicted in my head, Americans see a terrible situation and then choose to act like spoiled children entitled to do whatever whenever. Damn the “rules” even if there is a world wide pandemic on.
If my children acted like this ….
…with cats. All of her other colleagues are on conference nap calls, so I had to coordinate an inter office interaction with her.
Like it’s our damn job.
…never showering alone.
My roommates think I’m using all the toilet paper so they’re monitoring my bathroom time. Turns out, they’re right.
The worst April Fool’s joke yesterday was that Olivia Wigglebothum turned 7! That means my vet is going to start referring to her as a “senior cat” when in my mind everything she does is adorable and kittenish. The passage of time is often unfair.