Yesterday I spent a lot of time putting in some graphics in the shop that I'd forgotten about making. (oops!) Fortunately my kids were home from school which meant that none of the boys were inconvenienced in being let in from outside. By the end of the day, I was actually tired and ready to turn over and sleep when bedtime came. Mister Kitten, on the other hand, had other ideas. It's been a while since he's been able to be Flop Cat on me because of my total knee replacement back in January. So last night, just as I'm getting ready to turn over, ker-plunk!!! Yep! Flop Cat. I was heart broken. On one hand, I didn't want to move because he was ever so proud of himself for waiting patiently until I was well enough to handle him. On the other hand, I was tired! I let him stay for a minute or two and then I tried very hard to get him to come get on the body pillow beside me. Alas, neither he nor Star came. ::sigh::
Today I'm feeling like I've overdone it a bit and I've been noticing Mister Kitten staring at me. I think the next time that he does that I'll put down the laptop and let Flop Cat have his way. Oh. What was I putting in? ::chuckle:: Most of it was nine different cats saying "Bipolar... Next Mood Change in 5...4...3...2..." I just had this evile thought about someone going to a party wearing more than one t-shirt. Each t-shirt having a different cat on it and the person going off into a private room and removing a shirt every so often. Can you just imagine other people at the party starting to go, "What a minute! You weren't wearing that..." heh heh heh The next thing I knew I had nine designs. I am a bad bad woman.
Ask my cats! (sorry, had to stop and pet Thomas) I am sooooo mean! There are times when I just won't empty the food bowls and fill them up with uberfresh food from the Big Bowl! Bad, bad Cat Mommy!!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Busy Day...
scents:
Big Bowl,
bipolar,
cafepress,
cat gift,
cat lover,
cats on bed,
Flop Cat,
Mister Kitten,
next mood change,
Star,
the Big Bowl,
Thomas
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Yes, Thomas... I Love You!!
I'm sitting here working on moving some files from the CPU to the laptop. Thomas pops up outside in the bedroom window where I have the shade up, so I call to my children (home from school because of snow) to let him inside. Thomas evidently ran to get some food first (judging from timing) and then leapt up onto the bed. He raced up to where I had my mouse on the bed to begin butting his head up on my hand. "Looooooooove Mommy!!! Looooooooove Mommmmmmy!!" ::sigh:: "Yes, Thomas. I love you." I started petting him with the other hand. Oh no. That just wouldn't do, Thomas had to occupy all of my time and attention. "Looooooooove Mommy!!! Looooooooove Mommmmmmy!!" "Yes, Thomas. I love you."
Whose Bed Is This Anyway?? (and a rant)
This morning I was stretching my legs out and ended up having both of my big toes nipped simultaneously. grrrrrrr The cats aren't toooo bad about letting us have the bed during the day. No, I take that back, Thomas believes that this is his bed. If anyone gets up, Thomas will immediately come and lay down just below the pillows, stretching out to make his stake on the spot. But at night, we have four cats who firmly believe the end of the bed belongs to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde.
In other news, on a forum I am on, there were two separate posts concerning service dogs. Each post detailed at least three different situations where strangers came up and began petting the dogs or allowed children to throw themselves on the dogs loving them. Now, if you're not familiar with service dogs, they are trained very carefully to help the people they work with to keep them safe and healthy. But when they're working, and you can tell because they're wearing their jackets/vests/etc, they can not be distracted. Especially if they are young or just out of training or still in training. Many times a service dog needs to be trained after they get out of primary training to learn about the special needs of the person they are working with.
Okay, I admit it, this is a pet peeve of mine. I was taught not to pet anyone's pet without asking them first. I was told that I could admire the pet, but I had to address the owner, because you never know the temperament of the animal. If you always follow this rule, you don't have to worry because you'd never address a service dog first anyway. I taught this same rule to my children as well. Along with the, "Put your hand out closed like a paw and let the dog sniff you first" "Put your hand out, fingers out, for a cat and let them sniff you first" but always always always ask the owner first. Ummmm, is this a soapbox under me??
and now, a doggie t-shirt for anyone who might need it...
In other news, on a forum I am on, there were two separate posts concerning service dogs. Each post detailed at least three different situations where strangers came up and began petting the dogs or allowed children to throw themselves on the dogs loving them. Now, if you're not familiar with service dogs, they are trained very carefully to help the people they work with to keep them safe and healthy. But when they're working, and you can tell because they're wearing their jackets/vests/etc, they can not be distracted. Especially if they are young or just out of training or still in training. Many times a service dog needs to be trained after they get out of primary training to learn about the special needs of the person they are working with.
Okay, I admit it, this is a pet peeve of mine. I was taught not to pet anyone's pet without asking them first. I was told that I could admire the pet, but I had to address the owner, because you never know the temperament of the animal. If you always follow this rule, you don't have to worry because you'd never address a service dog first anyway. I taught this same rule to my children as well. Along with the, "Put your hand out closed like a paw and let the dog sniff you first" "Put your hand out, fingers out, for a cat and let them sniff you first" but always always always ask the owner first. Ummmm, is this a soapbox under me??
and now, a doggie t-shirt for anyone who might need it...
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