What is up with you guys? I've got followers trying to kill moles, voles, moths and more. You crack me up!
Lately, I've been thinking about killing my cat. We lock him up every night, because otherwise, he keeps up the kids...purring next to their heads, chasing toys through the house, and meowing his head off. Now he knows when we're getting ready to lock him up. As soon as he sees me turn off the computer or start brushing my teeth, he runs under our bed and sits down in the dead center of the floor. I use a strong flashlight and a water spray bottle to get him out. It takes me about 10 minutes sometimes. My husband throws his legs under the bed and kicks and yells. This method usually takes about 10 seconds. But once, right after my husband's surgery for a torn bicep, his kicking/yelling method wasn't working. Husband got so angry with the cat, he pushed up both mattresses with one arm (these are those really heavy Tempur-pedic numbers) and was kicking the cat out. I was laughing, crying, and holding myself so I wouldn't pee. And I was shouting, too. "Your arm, your arm, your arm!" (Like that's not going to wake up the kids).
Please don't feel sorry for my cat. Believe me, he is just as mean to us.
Anyway, I'm going to work on "killing" this manuscript.
Lately, I've been thinking about killing my cat. We lock him up every night, because otherwise, he keeps up the kids...purring next to their heads, chasing toys through the house, and meowing his head off. Now he knows when we're getting ready to lock him up. As soon as he sees me turn off the computer or start brushing my teeth, he runs under our bed and sits down in the dead center of the floor. I use a strong flashlight and a water spray bottle to get him out. It takes me about 10 minutes sometimes. My husband throws his legs under the bed and kicks and yells. This method usually takes about 10 seconds. But once, right after my husband's surgery for a torn bicep, his kicking/yelling method wasn't working. Husband got so angry with the cat, he pushed up both mattresses with one arm (these are those really heavy Tempur-pedic numbers) and was kicking the cat out. I was laughing, crying, and holding myself so I wouldn't pee. And I was shouting, too. "Your arm, your arm, your arm!" (Like that's not going to wake up the kids).
Please don't feel sorry for my cat. Believe me, he is just as mean to us.
Anyway, I'm going to work on "killing" this manuscript.
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Our cat seemed bent on killing HIMSELF, using such methods as climbing into the car's engine compartment before we started it, hovering constantly just outside of dog leash range, hitching a ride to town on the top of our car (he made it roughly one mile; his claws gave upon reaching 35 mph), racing to the top of trees and then testing his wings (my little brother later recalled one of these instances: "There was a log, and it fell from the tree, and it was Tiger!"
That's funny fodder for a story!
Our new puppy has been crazy at bedtime lately. She'll curl up nicely on my or my hubby's lap after the kids go to bed. Then time for bed and she's chasing and barking at my other dog all through the bedrooms. Luckily the kids don't wake up most nights!
Sometimes I fall asleep with her pouncing around my head. Good thing I'm dead tired most days!
Since I have thirty cats (we rescue strays) I know exactly what you mean!
This cracked me up1 We used to have two Siamese, and Mickey was a real talker. We had to lock him out of the bedroom and barricade the stairs to keep him from meowing at our door all night.
I've been getting frustrated trying to comment on your blog these last couple days Anita, and I just figured out why: apparently I can comment from home, but not from work. Did you click some kind of "block Ray from commenting at work" button in your settings?
Anyway. I don't know if your actually polling the public on proposal C, but if so, I say 'death'.
J.R. I think your cat needs therapy!
KELLY: How do the kids sleep through this stuff?! I wake up for anything these days, though I can sleep right through the train...it's actually pretty far away, but there's a mountain on the other side of it and the sound just bounces right back at us. My husband flew C-5s for years (biggest plane in world) and we lived about 1/2 mile from where the mechanics would run the engines for hours in the middle of the night...I could sleep right through it. Now a toilet flushing in the next town wakes me, but not the train. It's a mystery.
MADISON: 30 cats?! My daughter wants to come live with you!
RICK: We spent a lot of $ onour cat because the seller said it was a Siamese...Ozzy is an alley cat, plain and simple.
BIG PLAIN V: Sorry about the frustration! I was blocked out of J.R.'s and Alexander's blog for a couple days and it drove me nuts...I had so much I wanted to say, I almost drove to there homes. Hah! Wouldn't that be something?!
Killing stuff is okay every once in a while. I mean, cats don't really count.... Right?
If you kill your cat can I kill my dog?
My husband asked just this morning if we could get the cat's "meower" removed. He's been driving us crazy, meowing to come in, meowing to go out. We used to leave the cat door open at night...until he woke us up one morning at 5am with a dead gopher on the carpet!
TRACY: My kids were not that upset when the hamster went missing, but I think they'd be suspicious if Ozzy met an untimely end.
T. ANNE: It's a deal...I'll keep you posted!
SHERRIE: Sounds like he brought you breakfast! If you find a way to remove meower, let me know.
Your cat looks suitably smug! And at least he hasn't started BITING you affectionately on the nose in the middle of the night! That's Josephine's latest trick and as she purrs loudly and proudly while doing it I don't have the heart to tell her it hurts!
ANN: You are so kind! If I were a cat, I would want to be yours.
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