Homesteader Update:
The white ghost
continues to increase her influence over the world of Iten's Acres.
Since Mom has been spending her nights sleeping in the recliner rather
than her bed, Homesteader has made two adjustments. First, since Mom
appears to need a living comforter, she spends a lot of time each
evening curled up in Mom's lap. Several times a night when I go in to
check on Mom, she has this living white
blanket stretched out on the real blankets. If Mom happens to stir,
Homesteader has developed a gentle version of the head butt, I guess,
letting Mom know she's still there. And that women rule, of course.
(Side note: the head butt is really rather ridiculous, don't you think?
Even with helmets on. Grown men do some rather stupid things at times.
Too many times to be honest.) Homesteader's second adjustment is the
obvious one. Since Mom is no longer using her bed, somebody has to keep
it warm. She has used her mathematical skills to find the exact center
of the bed for her lounging purposes. Cats and sleep are quite
attracted to one another. Especially if you throw in sunlight.
She
has also become a frequent denizen of the upstairs room. It's basically
an attic filled with odds and ends. I couldn't even tell you what all
is lying around up there. But she loves it. Lots of places to hide for
sneak attacks if the old man of the house wanders by. Lots of soft
places to continue her sleep studies. I'm sure the paper will be out
any day now. She has also developed an utterly bizarre behavior. When
I'm up there rummaging around, she'll race as fast as she can from one
end of the room to the other, and then come up and demand that I pet
her. Every time such an action leads to an "electric shock" on her
nose. I can see her flinch knowing it's coming, but she does it over
and over again. Weird, demented creature. And she's still trying to
hone her now non-existent claws on everything from the door jambs to the
leather furniture. Instinct? Sounds better than mentally deficient, I
suppose.
I seem to remember when Brad and Ben were young tykes that
there was this cartoon called something like "Binky and the Brain,"
"Pinky and the Brain." Something like that--where this erudite rodent
was always trying to take over the world and ended up being rescued from
utter disaster by his brain dead mousey counterpart. I think someone
must be developing an updated version using cats instead of mice.
Homesteader appears to be auditioning for both parts.
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