It
will be a traumatic day for the Homesteader--aka Nosy Rosy, aka white
dish rag, aka CAT!! As of today there will be no chance of kittens in
her future. I couldn't begin to imagine a whole house full of the furry
troublemakers.
At least the day should be quiet and trauma free.
No one to give me a "piece of her mind" about anything and everything.
No one to try to kick me out of her
recliner so she can comfortably watch what's going on outside on her
Acres. No one to vainly pounce on the doorwindow in an attempt to
attack the neighborhood chipmunks. No one to knock around her favorite
new plaything--a plastic football--all over the house. I have no idea
where she found it. But, ah, is it ever a noise maker. She must enjoy
the unpredictability of its bounces. She plays with it everywhere.
Amusing to watch, entertaining little creature. Well, it's not so
entertaining at 4 A.M. I'm going to have to send her to obedience
school so she can learn to tell time. Not that that would change
anything. It is her house after all. But today and tonight it will be
quiet and uneventful. I can type on the computer without her
interference. I can eat without getting a lecture on sharing. I can
sit in the recliner and read the paper without all the commentary, and
the "Don't you think it's time to get out of my chair" blueyellow eyed
stares. I can sleep all night. I can wake up on my own, not to the
tune of paw prints up and down my back, a wet nose in my face, and "the
get up lazy human" serenade. Ah, a day of peace. (It will be nice to
have her back tomorrow. Hey! Quit reading between the parentheses!)
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