Get all your cats in a row
Lately my cats have shown a weird tendency to group. One will be sitting up on the desk and soon after another one will follow. Or staring romantically out of windows. I don’t know if, unbeknownst to us, they have signed modeling contracts and are now practicing their picture perfect, if a bit cliché, poses. Or if they just feel the need to huddle up because of the Arctic temperatures in this apartment. We have decided to keep the inside litterbox free, but the price is having to live with the computer room balcony window open. A small price to pay most days, but on some particularly wintery days it just makes nipples everywhere stand up to attention. And don’t get me started about the whining coming from a t-shirt wearing inhabitant of this abode…
I had another nightmare two nights ago which bothered my entire day. It went something like this: I had witnessed some mafia crime and, in my efforts to save the world, I had decided to testify against the mafia. That meant that, on a daily basis, I’d have to fight off contract killers sent with the intent to kill me. Truth be told, I was kicking asses left and right, à la Buffy, but the constant worry of being killed was getting to me. I discovered I could never endure that stress, not for a night, definitely not a lifetime. Last night, however, thanks to some intense The Office watching before going to bed, I had no bad dreams. I can’t remember dreaming at all, so that’s a plus.
We had to take Stevie to the vet to get unknotted. We thought he’d shave Stevie, but he decided to go a different route: the vigorous brushing. There seems to be less of Stevie than there ever was. They removed so many knots, along with fur. And now we’re left with the task of brushing him daily. He was fine with it day 1, which made me all proud and warm inside. We’re on day 3 and I will have to submit photographic evidence of how opposed to it he is now. Not even the bribing with treats or the one hand brushing/one hand petting seem to appease him. (and it doesn’t even look as bad as it is. I blame Ben and the camera.)
Ben has made some awesome fettuccine al ragù which is the perfect excuse to end this post.