Helllloooo, dahlings! I have missed each and every one of you. Honestly, if I do not blog and get a comment or two I will expire! I will! It’s been dreadfully lonely without you! And on the other hand, I did enjoy the break. Time flies though, huh?
So, what’s been going on in my world?
The kitties are driving me crazy. They are fighting all the time. I woke up in the MIDDLE of the night Saturday (okay, it was 6 am Sunday morning, but to ME it was still the night because I had no intention of rising any time soon) to a huge cat fight that started downstairs and rolled, hissing and sceaming, fur flying UP the stairs, down the hall and under my bed. That is quite the rude awakening. That was the worst fight there has been. That one involved fur around the whole house. It was bad. I was shaking from it all. After a while, they stopped, Mitchell ran downstairs (Bad kitty) and I took Myron (bad kitty) and plunked him in Derek’s room (who did NOT even wake up at the commotion, thank you very much) and shut the door on him.
That was the morning I did a lot of research online and decided to use a squirt bottle. (Andy talked about getting rid of one so that they would be happy. But how could we choose which one?? I can’t). So, I got a bottle ready with water, ready for the action. I would break these kitties of that bad habit. Or it will kill me. (and it just may).
Since Sunday, Myron has lived happily with Derek upstairs (I have added 2 litter boxes upstairs to make plenty of pooping choices) only coming down to eat. When I go in there, Derek is happily gaming (he’s single, girls) and Myron is happily snoozing or playing or sitting on the edge of the bed actually watching Derek’s game play. Mitchell is thrilled of course, to have the downstairs to himself.
It’s a weird world, this kitty life. I’m not sure I can survive it all.
In other news, I think I may be becoming a hypochondriac or something. I have a sore throat every time I go to work. And I am better every time I am home. Sick while working. Healthy at home. I’m sure it’s all psychosomatic, wrapped up in attitude and all. (cattitude???)
It is truly soup weather. I love soup on every average day of the year. But when the weather turns cold (it is COLD lately and about to turn downright frigid for the rest of the week) it becomes an obsession. Tonight I made a rather scrumptious Italian Wedding Soup with turkey meatballs, plenty of spinach, mirepoix, and a bit of pasta. It really hit the spot. I’m starting to dream up the late week soup. What’s your favorite?
Mitchell has turned up missing. Andy was in the basement and left the door open (despite my multiple pleas since the kitties have lived here to close it behind him) and he may be hiding just about anywhere down there.