ha! but really, no cats were injured in the filming of this stunt! he just happened to lie down under the fallen bike. in fact, before i took the picture, his head was resting on the handle bars! goofy kitty....
in other news, there will be no post tomorrow as i will be having oral surgery and probably won't feel much like talking. blog talking, that is...or any talking, but you know what i mean!! i do hope to be back in action on wednesday with another riveting post for all my loyal readers. don't worry, it won't be a play by play of my surgery!!
grateful: 1. for easy summer suppers 2. for friends made in the blogging world 3. and also for friends made elsewhere!
Get up, go into hallway toward bathroom. Immediately notice two fresh spots that look suspiciously like cat puke. Ah! It IS cat puke. Great! So then, I go into the bathroom and almost step into a fresh pile of cat POOP! WHY ME???? I scoop it up with t.p. and dump it into the toilet (yes, I know that cat doo-doo is a no-no for the septic system, but do ya blame me??!) so then I use a disinfecting wipe to clean the floor. I go back out into the hallway and clean that mess up with paper towels, then use a brush, soap and water. All this and I still haven’t gotten to pee yet!! I do THAT and wash my hands REAL good!
Now I go into the kitchen and am greeted by the dog and the retarded cat. I am putting my shoes on to take the dog out but realize I am hearing what sounds suspiciously like a dog barfing. (yes, cats puke, dogs barf!) so I race toward him, pleading for him not to mess the carpet, but to move onto the tile floor. I tug on his collar and get him to the tile WHILE he is barfing. LOVELY, I hear you say! Yeah, so I drag him out to his tie-out chain and go back inside. The mess is waiting for me and as I am cussing under my breath and considering a good cry, I hear my two year old grandson calling me. All this, and I have only been up for 15 minutes! Welcome to the HELLHOLE friends!
today's gratitude list:
1. grateful for the roof over my head
2. grateful for the retarded cat and dog
3. grateful for my grandson, who shall be known henceforth as "t.willie"
i live in a small town, in a small house that seems to be falling down around me and my family. a four year old grandson,a basset hound and two cats add to the chaos that is my life. i do try to embrace it and to remember that there are folks far worse off than me. i have been wanting to start a gratitude journal for a while now,so i am going to list three things every day for which i am grateful.
