Day Three Hundred Forty One

My Hidden Talents

 

Boo! has helped me to uncover many hidden talents. For one, I have become pretty good at deciphering sounds. An example would be: what sounds like metal screening being ripped is most likely metal screening being ripped!  That is never good.

 

I got to worrying that maybe the decorative screen on top of Copper's cage was preventing the required amount of heat and light to get through to her. In all honesty, it was my daughter who made this observation and I have been fretting over it ever since.

 

No, Copper is not bleeding or
trying out a new shade of lipstick.
She is eating strawberries.

 

Of course, no sooner did I remove the cat-proof screen when Miss Boo! made the discovery and ripped the snot out of it by peeling it back. She was halfway into the cage when I caught her.

 

This is steel mesh! Steel. Mesh.

 

Ssscat cans activated. That led me to another one of my newfound talents: learning how to navigate around the Ssscat cans so as not to set them off; allowing my heart to continue beating in a normal rhythm.

 

The damn can got me a good one last night. I was trying to catch what was arguably the loudest cricket in the history of crickets (there must be a correlation between loudness and stealth, because Copper always seems to miss those) when my arm set off the Ssscat sensor and a burst of air shot out at me.

 

Involuntarily, my arm took on a life of its own and jerked into a position I try very hard not to put it in. Blinding pain shot up my arm. 

On an aside - How would I ever explain to an ER doctor how I acquire some of my injuries? This is why I stay home and suffer.

 

The other night, as I was carrying Boo! away from some mischief she had gotten herself into, Andy looked up and said, "She just looks bad. She used to look cute, but now she just looks like trouble." He's right. She is thriving on this mischief-making quest she is on. Which leads me to my last hidden talent...

 

 

Unconditional love. Of all the things I've experienced in life, that could cause anyone to lose their religion, who would have thought a tiny four pound cat would be the one to teach me about patience and unconditional love.

 

She is extremely ornery. I'm talking, has that look in her eyes that says, "I'm here world - show me whacha got!" She even makes another Aby, Dash, look calm and sedate. Why, she makes the Ragdolls look like fluffy bedroom slippers.

 

I honestly believe the universe is trying  to teach us lessons. I also think it delights in tossing banana peels in our path. If that's true, I am giving something - God, an angel, a spirit guide, my dead mother - plenty of side-splitting moments. Hey, I'm good with that....