The Adventures of Being Me

A neighbor kid was walking his dog when we came outside. Naturally they frizzed up their fur and kept their distance. Frodo (w/ door cracked open) ran upstairs and the boy yanked on the dog's leash up the stairs to introduce my cats to his dog. I hollered out not to scare my cat, he afraid of dogs, and he came back out. Then the neighbor girls came out with pudding cups and Precious runs to them exspecting attention. The boy took his dog back inside. The girls who usually chase my cats all over to pet them asked me to take away my cat. I take him away and of course he runs back to them when I set him back down. I thought maybe it was because they were eating, but no, they explain their toddler sister is afraid of the cat. Funny, she always was eager to pet them before. The older girls stroke Precious once as he did his rounds confused why nobody fawning over him. I give him attention instead. Well, the boy goes to pet Frodo and chases him down the stairs and around corner. The kids...

We went to my Mom's family reunion and introduced loverboy to almost everybody. We saw the goats, chickens, cows, and sheep at Mom's cousin's farm. Afterwards, he changed my window screen and made a hole with the scissors he used to get the screen back in the window, and he put it in upside down. I didn't have enough screen left over so I went out to Home Depot and found the same stuff. I got loverboy Wendy's to thank him for doing that. It was late when he finished so I asked if he was leaving or did he wish to stay here. He slept on the balcony in his sleeping bag. I did the cat chores and turned off the lights, and he just remained on the couch through my "Good night". Next day, he is on the couch wearing the clothing he had on yesterday. He did move. He said one of the cats came out on the balcony and startled him. I didn't have much breakfast food since I didn't know he would be spending the night. I did cat chores and took the cats outisde. H...

I took the cats outside as usual and half way through our outing, I heard an animal squealing in the distance and someone shouting "Get it, get it!" Where's my kitties?, my mother instincts kicked in. Precious meowed from shaded grass nearby, but Where was Frodo? The squealing didn't sound like him so I was hopeful he was not being chased, besides he's terrified of people and runs away anyone approaching him. Frodo comes sprinting out of distance bushes and heads for the door, then runs upstairs when I open it. I observe very intensely how he was walking and running to catch any possible limping from injury. No limping, but he did have dark spot on his white paw. I gently glided my hand over his paw and he didn't flitch or meow so I assumed he was okay. Must be dirt. The squealing continued another minute and stopped. Maybe they were chasing the stray cat that hangs around the bushes next to the garages, or rabbit, or squirrel. Who knows? Post later. Bye!

Earlier this morning I opened the balcony door since the cats love the cool air. Later I woke up to a squawking noise and growling. I assumed it was the cats pouncing each other (they make strange noises when playing) and then I saw a brown object fluttering around squawking. Chipmunk? No a chipmunk couldn't get into my 3rd floor place. I slipped on my glasses and saw feathers. It looked like some sort of wren remaining still until Precious or Frodo pawed at it. It looked adult w/out any baby fluff, but then it is a little late for baby birds. The growling was from Precious. They chased it into the living room and back to the bedroom to the living room and back to the bedroom. It squawked for about 30 min. and I thought it flew back out the balcony door to freedom. I went back to sleep. I wake up to discover a dead bird in my closet with puncture wounds. I grabbed a bath towel and folded it twice to avoid touching it. I picked it up and dropped it off the balcony. Apparently, Preci...

Whenever something needed fixing, my Mom always said to just let Dad do it. The problem is that it takes Dad 5 minutes to accomplish the job but 2 weeks to get to that 5 minute job. I get tired of waiting so I learn to use tools myself. Granted I often have to use a dictionary to read the instructions, but eventually figure things out. Look Dick. See Jane use tools. Since my cats have made monster holes in my window screens, I got a pet-proof screening complete with tool, spline, and directions. I had to provide the scissors. The instructions said things like use convex side of tool to push screen into groove and use concave side of tool to push the spline into the groove. Did you follow that? This is why my Dad changes the oil and windshield wipers on my car. My brother did explain how to change the oil in my car engine and I answered back that he assumed I knew which part of the engine contains the oil. I did figure out what to do when I removed the old spline (rubber stuff holding ...

When my boyfriend picked me up we were outside and Frodo had been chased up a tree by a dog. He offered to climb the tree to get him, but no I said, he is terrified of people and he knows how to get down. We waited and Frodo jumped from branch to branch howling. I think he was trying for a smoother part to climb down at. Precious starts to get impatient and climbs halfway to jump down. Frodo changes branches yet again, shimmies down tree trunk backwards to spin around and jump down. Boyfriend said he never seen a cat do that before. Now he knows why I wasn't worried. His car was very clean inside and out. On the way to my hometown, he asked me if I ever been to my hometown's celebration since I moved to the big city. Yes. He also asked why I wanted to run away from small town living and move to the big city. Uh, there are no apartments, one has to buy a house. If I had to money for a house, I have no objections to living in a small town. I prefer it cause small towns have less ...

We had excitement at my car rental. The TSA agents think they own the airport. Just before I arrived, my coworker was helping a customer when a TSA agent (the people who screen the luggage at the security point) came up and demanded to know if he was the supervisor. No. She orders to speak with him in our backroom. He glances at the other location's manager standing there turning in their timesheets. She asked Madam TSA what the problem is. We have a red car w/out an inspection sheet in the window. Car washers are suppose to check for bombs before driving the cars into the rental lot and place an inspection sheet in the window. She grabs all red car keys and fixes the problem. While she is outside she complains to a cop standing around. My coworker sent an email to the bossman owner cause his complaint of his employees being pulled away from customers would hold more weight than our poor employee whining. All TSA had to do was call the counter on the phone and informed us we had a ...