Crazy and the Cat Lady

We tore out the old faucet, sink, and vanity yesterday, finished painting the ceiling and slapped up a fresh coat of paint on the walls. One more coat should do it. This house is old. Like 45 years old and dare I tell you it isn’t finished? Should I confess that?

Should I also confess that we have lived here for 13 years on August 1st? I could confess that I hate this house, but that would be complaining and I’m trying to do less of that. We have a roof over our heads, content I should be. I can tell you that we do not own this house, which is part of the reason we haven’t finished it. It’s really hard to sink money into a place that isn’t yours. However, we decided something HAD to be done about that bathroom.

Had to!

Miss C’s room is complete and very lovely. For a couple of months now, it’s been the nicest room in the joint. In a matter of days the bathroom will be the new ‘IT’ room in the house. I told Beloved I was going to entertain in there from now on. Of course the problem is it’s about half the size of a walk in closet. I guess we’ll all be cozy in there huh?

On a completely different note:

I think my cat is possessed. Really.

He slinks around, eyes large and glassy, meowing, meowing, meowing. If you try to pet him he’ll run away fast. For no reason at all he’ll tearing down the hall, fly around the living room, stop, look at you, and then whip around and slide into the kitchen.

Dingo has lived with us for just over five years. He’s very…particular about people. One minute he is purring happily on your lap, the next minute he’s hissing and looking at you like your, well, a dog. He and beloved have a love-hate relationship which means Beloved hates Dingo and Dingo loves to bug Beloved. Dingo’s favorite game is to hide in the hall closet and attack Miss C as she passes by.

Up until a few days ago, he loved me. Loved. Me. He was my cat. I could see us growing old and crazy together. Sadly, I think he’s grown crazy without me.

I wonder, can someone perform a Catercisims? Will hair balls fly? Is it possible that my cat is merely hormonal and this too shall pass. Does anyone have any Holy Water they can spare?

I Said No, Really

I don’t know how it happened. I said, “No”.

Loudly, distinctly.

I had witnesses.

I said no…

But…

She’s kinda cute.

She has a spastic, hyper-active personality that just begs you to have fun.

She possesses super strength.

She's tan and lean.

Blast my warm, tender, sappy little heart.

It’s that dog. His dog.





I just couldn’t stand it any more. Knowing that she, at the ripe old age of 5-months, spends way too much time in her kennel, I broke. I told Miss C that she can walk her. I let her play in my house…with my cat.

I’ve never seen my cat so…unrefined. Since Dingo (the supreme master of all he beholds) has gotten use to the Destroyer and her sister the Monster, he’s been very serene. However, with the introduction of Mia (do you wanna play? Do you wanna? Huh? Wanna? Do you? Come on! Play?) to the family, I’m afraid to report that Dingo has lost all sense of cool.

Dingo use to look like this:




Now he looks like this: