Day One Hundred Forty One

The Past

Today is a very solemn one. It was fourteen years ago, during the same time I am writing this blog, America was under attack. I remember watching the Today Show as I was getting ready for work. It was a beautiful day in NYC and Katie Couric and Matt Lauer were commenting on that fact. It had just been reported a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers and, Katie, in typical fashion, was joking that it was probably a guy in a small plane who wasn't watching where he was going. I remember thinking, "Now, why would that be funny?" She quickly changed her tune. As did we all.

Before I attempt to be amusing, I need to do some housekeeping. First of all, let me say, I love getting feedback on my blog. If it made you laugh, please tell me. If it didn't make you laugh, I want to know that also. Yes, those comments are important. To the "anonymous" commenter, who left a cryptic note - either identify yourself or stop leaving messages. Enough said.

I can honestly say it's difficult to be funny on a day like today.  Usually I try to be somewhere between laugh out loud and shed a tear. I can also honestly say, animals don't care what day it is. Well, let me qualify that - they have an uncanny ability to know when Vet appointment day comes around. But this being a typical day for them, they've been up to their normal antics.

I am used to the cats greeting me every morning, as I walk into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Now that Little Man has been free to harass at night, I am greeted by his four brothers who seem to want to tattle on him. They gather around me, all talking at once, with no Dash in sight. Eventually, he comes sashaying into the kitchen, like Captain Jack Sparrow, gives me a nod and a head butt, then proceeds to jump onto the coffee pot waiting for his breakfast. He has nothing to say, which can only mean he's the guilty one.

I doled out five bowls of cat food and watched Dash go from one to the other in an attempt to eat everybody's food before they could. They never do anything but look at me like I should be doing something. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head and went back to bed with my coffee and protein shake.

Of course, Eli pushed his way in, tripping me as he did so. I just left the door open so anybody could stroll in. That's when the fun began. Dash, with a very full belly, went from one thing to another - pulling on the window blinds, attacking Finn, peeking in on Andy getting ready for work (thankfully he decided not to mess with the Big Guy) and finally, yanking the Spanish Moss from yet another potted plant. I said, "finally," because that was his last trick before being ousted from the room.

 

What did you do?
Oh, you're gonna be in so much trouble!

 

He is a constant source of amusement for both of us. Andy won't admit it, but he gets a kick out of Dash. He watches him and then comments on how he's always thinking of the next thing to get into. This morning, I saw a protein powder container on the floor in the dining room. I immediately thought Dash had knocked it off the counter. Just then, Andy walked into the kitchen and told me he had put it there. It was empty, except for the scoop inside, which made a cool noise as the container rolled around. He thought Dash would like it.
He did.

Oh, and speaking of the Past, the Steelers, who are dead to me, lost to the Patriots. I want to say a lot of rude stuff.  But I won't. I will however say, "Karma really is a bitch - innit?"