All I can say is it's a good thing I chose to write about animals and not politics. Cause if I was writing a political blog, I would make a lot of enemies. Why, just the other day, all I did was ask a question on a Hillary supporter's post and she blew my keyboard up. You see, stuff like that makes me want to dig in my heels even more in campaigning for Bernie Sanders. I may support women but I won't be brow beaten or made to feel guilty if I don't blindly vote for one. Nope, not this old broad....
Yes, it's a good thing I do not write a political blog....
On the Matchett Front, we have Boo! (of course) featured today, with a little bit of Dash and Copper thrown in for good measure....
I'll start with Miss Boo! I mentioned this on my Facebook page but forgot to include it in my blog from yesterday. So, the other night when the grands were here, I finally got to sit down with them to watch a movie. L was sprawled out in my comfy chair and E had taken over the couch with his "man toys." He gave them that title years ago - referring to the super hero/villain figures he collects. (I'm not finished working on him yet.)
Anyway, I was ready to park myself somewhere, with a plate of cheesecake in hand. E had taken over the entire couch with his prone body plus his action figures. I pointed to a spot on the couch and asked if I could please sit down. His response was something like, "I'm playing with my toys here."
Now, let me stop right there. I am a very "cool" grandma - or so they keep telling me every time I buy them something new. I also have more patience than I did when their dad and aunt were little. However, between my aching back and overall exhaustion, when I reach my limit, steam comes pouring out of my ears and my eyes cross. L saw the signs.
E was holding fast to his claim on the couch. I put down my cheesecake, and lowered my voice to a menacing rumble and said, "My butt is going to be in that spot right there by the time I count to three. It's up to you whether or not your head and/or your man toys are under it as well. Your choice. One. Two." I never got to three. Little Man wisely moved himself and his man toys.
He was now sitting in the middle of the couch where the cushions separate a bit. This is important to note. We were watching Goosebumps - which is a kids' movie but still a little scary. I was in mid-swallow with a bite of cheesecake when E jumped up and started yelling! He screamed, "Something's attacking me!"
I could not for the life of me figure out what was going on. Then I got it. Boo! had crawled into the back of the couch and was indeed attacking poor E's butt. She has very tiny but needle-like claws as well as needle-like teeth. Basically, she is a walking needle ready to jab, poke, scratch or bite into whatever she damn well pleases. Her target was a choice butt, just waiting to be attacked.
I already said I was in mid-bite when this took place. I exploded in laughter when I realized what was happening only there was a blob of cheesecake blocking my airway. Not wanting to traumatize my grandchildren by either blowing cheesecake out of my nose or passing out,
(remember, they were watching a scary movie,) I did the best I could to swallow, breathe and laugh at the same time.
E did not see the humor in any of this. L did and started laughing at me - her insane Gigi. I was wheezing, snorting and gasping for air as I kept playing the scenario over and over in my head.
Boo! wasn't finished. Since she got the reaction she desired, she decided to up the ante. Crawling up the couch and under the blanket covering it, she became the bump that attacked. The more we laughed, the crazier she became. I was now convulsing with laughter. The cheesecake was forgotten as I attempted to protect my grandchildren from the menacing monster. It's so hard to believe such a tiny thing can inflict so much damage.
Once she achieved the desired outcome, Boo! moved on to other things. By the yowls coming from the kitchen, I think she either annoyed Eli or attacked Dash. By this time, my grands were looking at me the way all visitors do - with that is it like this all the time? quizzical expression. It pretty much is - but Boo! definitely plays to the crowd.
I've seen cute videos of cats, dogs, bunnies, babies interacting with Bearded Dragons. That is never gonna happen here. Based on the way Dash and Jack look at Copper, she wouldn't last two seconds if they got near her.
Today, I was sitting in my chair holding Copper with Dash sound asleep on the back of my chair. In a split second, Dash was awake and on the attack. I was quicker and raised Copper up at arm's length; preventing Dash from making her his new toy. Copper sensed danger and started to squirm. Poor thing was traumatized and probably has a pretty good idea she was almost lunch for a much bigger creature. I wonder if she felt like a cricket?
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