There are days when Dash and Boo! can't climb high enough. Today is one of those days. They have been climbing the insets next to the fireplace, which go pretty high. Going from one to another is not for the feint of heart - people wise. These are the places we put stuff we would like to think is safely out of harm's way - cat wise. Boo! and Dash have shown us there is no "safe" place for your tchotchkes when you live with Abys.
You know you're in trouble when Boo! is as high as she can possibly climb and is still looking up for an even higher spot. She eyes the ceiling hoping for a toe-hold I guess. If she was a human she would be one of those daredevils who climb Mt. Everest. It makes me laugh to catch her peering at the ceiling like, "I could get up there if she wasn't watching me like a hawk! Why doesn't she find something to do like clean the litter boxes." We wait each other out with me hoping she will get distracted by a shiny object while she hopes I will just leave.
Today is also, it's cool outside and we love it so we're just gonna stay out here till we start to freeze, then we'll come in just long enough to warm up then go back out again. My babies with a thick fur coat can last the longest. Dash wants to prove he's as tough as the other guys, so he tries to stay out as long as possible. Boo! goes out for about thirty seconds then comes in and squats in a Sphinx pose till she warms up. Yesterday, I had her zipped up in my jacket while I was on the computer. Dash was not happy about that. I don't know if he was jealous or worried.
I just had an arborist tell me stuff about trees I really didn't need to know. It was like in Harry Potter when Professor Dumbledore uses a Pensieve to siphon thoughts out of his brain - only in this case - instead of pouring them into a basin, he stuck the damn wand into my skull. I am not joking. An hour later, my brain was on overload, my eyeballs were crossing and I really had to pee.
I had one tiny brain cell left for a thought. I reminded him the next door neighbor had asked for him to stop there to give them an estimate. It worked and I made a hasty retreat. In the time it took for me to go to the bathroom and let the dogs out his truck was pulling away. It's me. I am the kind of person to whom people want to tell their life history. That's okay. Some are ears and some are mouths. Oh, I can be a mouth, but it's better for humanity when I'm an ear.
By the looks of things, my hour long absence caused some dissention in the ranks. Jack was drooling; beside himself because he couldn't protect me from the man standing there who, in his mind, was surely going to kill me. Rooney apparently used the time to harass the cats based on the fact she was still doing it when I walked in. Boo! had a field day knocking things off counters and Finn must have been helping me type.
Oh, and the squirrel who knew I was standing out there but not dispensing peanuts was doing calisthenics trying to get my attention. It was so hard to concentrate on what the tree wizard was saying with a squirrel hanging upside down by his back feet, swinging back and forth like a kid on monkey bars - desperately trying to get me to just get the peanuts already. Every single creature in my life has me very well trained...
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| ahem...could you please stop talking and GET MY PEANUTS! |
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