After I had already published yesterday's blog, I got a phone call from my son. He is a musician/actor/writer and all around great guy. He has been performing either as a musician or an actor for about twenty years. Recently he auditioned in New York for a role in a national tour. He got the call yesterday offering him the role. I am proud, excited, nervous, relieved, with a touch of sadness thrown in. While I am so happy for him to get this opportunity - it will be rough on a lot of us when he's gone. But he deserves this chance. Of course I think he's great; I'm his mom. But based on the hundreds of well-wishers who sent their congratulations, I think I'm not alone. Congratulations, Buddy.
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| 33 years later, he is still my little boy |
So, on to other news...Dash achieved a first. In this household, that is. He jumped straight up to a place none of the other cats ever tried before. It is the place where we specifically put stuff we wanted to protect from the cats. Other than the roof, there is no other "safe place" anymore. I am already picturing our Christmas tree hanging from the ceiling!
I was standing at the kitchen counter, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement. The next thing I knew, Dash was above me, on top of the cabinets where all of our large glass vases are kept. I was shocked. He even looked surprised because he made this jump in one leap, without a running start or anything to help boost him on the way. I guess those claims about Abys being great jumpers are true. I was mortified because his little paws were covered in schmutz when he came down. It even bothered him. As he stood there trying to shake the crud off his feet, he looked at me in disgust. I guess I know where I'll be cleaning next.
I wish people could see the crazy places he ends up. Like when you open the fridge, and look up to see him perched on the door. Or just now, I had to extract him from a shelf in the pantry before I closed him in. So many times, he's gotten himself shut in the laundry room, pantry, bathroom - and we can hear him but can't find him. It's like a game of Marco Polo. "Dash!" "mauh" "Dash?" "Moow" "Dash??" "MOOOW!" When he is finally set free he looks at you like you put him in there on purpose. Not that he's a neb nose who has to check out every blessed thing.
Trust me. He's been good for me. I'm using my brain more and definitely getting more exercise! I have to reach waaay up and bend waaaay down - twist and turn and sometimes run like crazy when I think he's getting killed. My heart rate has increased, which is good for circulation but not for my blood pressure. I have to get creative when it comes to chores cause he likes to "help." He misses no...thing.
Oh, and I had that talk with Fancy last night about their "meeting." I was right. Eli is campaigning strongly for Dash's ouster. Finn and Chance like him. They just wish he wasn't so rough. Fancy had the final word, however. He told them that I took him in when he was a scraggly, starving, scared guy and gave him a home. He reminded Eli that I put up with his "love attacks" and Chance his bad potty habits. Fancy suggested Finn just needs to toughen up a bit.
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| Mom help! |
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| I say he gets to stay |
I guess Fancy got through to them because they agreed to let Dash stay. Whew.
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