Day Two Hundred Forty Three

Vacation Daze

Boo! had a busy day yesterday. Andy is on "vacation" which means he's not. He is, instead, attempting to catch up on home repairs. Under the best of circumstances, this can be trying. With six cats, two of which are Abyssinians, one of which is a tiny fireball of a kitten - forget it! The expletives were firing off every few minutes.

One particularly intense outburst got me off my chair to investigate. There he was carrying Boo! who was covered in paint. Well, to be precise, he was holding her at arms length and he had more paint on him than she did. Apparently, she wanted to "help" him. By help I mean, step into the paint container.

Into the tub she went. Now, she's a lot easier to bathe than anybody else. I can hold her in the palm of my hand and use the other to lather. With the Ragdolls I have to use both hands to hold them down and have somebody squirt the shampoo. And I come away from the ordeal bloodied and exhausted. Fancy has never had a bath.

Poor Boo! kept looking at me like, "But I've been so good! Why are you killing me?!" My reponse, "No, you haven't been good and I'm not killing you. I don't want you to die from licking toxins!" And so it went, until I finished and wrapped her in a big, snuggly towel. That she loved.

All felines had to be confined to the front bedroom after that. Dash went in willingly because his little sister was in there. Finn and Chance didn't complain either. Eli was not happy. He hissed and spat his disapproval. Fancy did not have to go in there because A) he avoids Andy at all cost and B) see A. Fancy is, without a doubt, my cat.

Another way the cats screw with Andy is to harass him while he's cooking or preparing food. I hear, "No, Dash - or Boo!" (On an aside - Andy can't tell the difference between the two Abys. He'll say, "Boo! is getting so big." I inform him that's because it's Dash.)

Anyway, one thing Fancy does, which Andy rarely sees is, he licks his food. I usually see it though. This morning, Andy had made ham and eggs and was enjoying his breakfast at the kitchen table. I watched Fancy step off the counter and give the remaining ham a big lick. I just cut off that portion and gave it to him. No harm, no foul. That is until Andy reads this and gets grossed out. All unattended food is fair game to a cat.

I licked it so it's mine, right?

Baby Boo! has turned into a cuddle bug. She hops up onto my chair at night and squeezes in for a cuddle. She purrs so loud even Andy can hear her. I love this and hopes she always wants to snuggle with me.

I could use a little more room here!
I thought you were on a diet.

Try salads, lady!