Max: This isn’t what it looks like!

u r not going 2 put this on ur blog, rite mom?

(Yes, my cat is huge.)

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Charlie-boo

Crazy work-day yesterday, topped off by the fact that I managed to leave my briefcase home! Mind you, my briefcase contains my red binder of management goodness, which contains every single thing I’ve learned on the job since December. Surprisingly, it has stuff in it.

As I teased in the prior entry, Charlie (cat) is getting more comfortable in the house. At first, he only appeared at night. After I turned out the lights and crawled into bed, he’d leap on the bed with a thud, stayed for a few pets, and disappeared just as quickly.

So we started referring to him as “The Kitty of the Lamp” - as in “I will grant you three skritches.”

Lately though, we’ve come across him in the middle of the hallway, absolutely terror-stricken at the certain danger that lurks around the corner.

As soon as you take a step toward him, he’d run for his life. Misty, who lay on her back in the middle of the living room as if she was expecting you to serve her peeled grapes, gives him a look that makes you happy cats can’t roll their eyes. Misty’s eyes would be perpetually rolled.

Well, time to take on the day. Enjoy yours!

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Settling in

Listening to Jessica Simpson sing is like listening to someone make balloon animals. You have to endure a bunch of random squeaking noises and cringe while waiting for the POP.

How are we coping w/the house?

When we were at the dingy apartment, all Max wanted to do was run free. So here we are, with a big fenced backyard, and he’s terrified of it. When we let him out, he stays firmly upon the concrete patio, and will only go onto the grass if one of us is out there beckoning him to come. Not good. When he’s in, he’s very clingy and is never far from me.

Charlie, the big orange cat, hasn’t eaten since Friday night. He was AWOL for a day and a half once we moved in. I was positive that he had crawled into a duct (how? who knows?) or fallen into a hole in the basement (where? who knows?). Worried myself sick. Then I realized he was smushed in my closet between my longest skirt, the wall, and behind a boot. This cat is over 20 pounds. That’s a lot of smushing. Soon after I discovered his hidey-hole, he disappeared again, only to reappear at nights in bed when I sleep. No clue where he is right now. He’ll eat when he’s hungry enough, I guess.

My tiniest pet is Misty. Misty is fearless. She’s been all over this house, basement to 2nd floor. Her favorite spot is the top basement step. I think she enjoys watching us almost tumble to our deaths as we try to avoid her. Above is Misty, acting as if she were the one who signed the deed.

Posted at: 9:42 pm in General, Home and Garden | Permanent Link | 2 Comments - add yours! »
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