Every week, when I change my sheets, housekeeping appears in the form of a 10 pound fur-ball named Gus. No sooner do I place the stack of sheets on the stripped bed than Gus arrives on the scene to check … Continue reading
Housekeeping
Tag Archives: pets
Cantankerous
This is all I can muster today.
I ‘ve been working for the past 12 hours and can’t breathe through my snout.
That description of my nose is about as lovely as I feel.
I can hardly taste my black bean soup to tell if I seasoned it properly.
Man, am I cantankerous!
I feel better now that I got to use one of my favorite words.
Thank you for that.
Hopefully I will get up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
Q-tip Addict
Scarlett is infatuated with Q-tips. I don’t know why she finds them so great, but she is for sure a Q-tip addict. I often find dismembered Q-tips throughout the house courtesy of my dear Scarlett. I found this one the … Continue reading
A Cat of Many Hats
Scarlett is a cat of many hats. In addition to Chief of Security, she is also the Chief Leisure Officer. Sometimes she does both jobs at once. Here she is relaxing while keeping an eye on the deck. Apparently, she … Continue reading
Long Lost Love
I found a great little rug at Pier 1 the other day. I wasn’t sure if it would work with the furniture in my living room. But, it turned out to be just the thing to tie everything together and make … Continue reading
Rise and Shine!
My mornings go something like this: 4:30 AM: My cat/rooster Scarlett bats at the closed blinds in my bedroom as the sun rises so that I will open them for her. I oblige because she will continue batting at them, … Continue reading
Ladylike
My cat Scarlett is so ladylike. Modesty is her middle name. (Where is the upper half of her body??) She has no shame. She’s always so well groomed. Not. She HATES to be brushed. She does have dainty little paws. … Continue reading
Bantams
A while back, my dad and I were shopping at the Chestnut Hill Mall in Boston. As we were walking through the mall between stores, we came upon an unusual display.
Want to guess what it was?
“A waterfall.”
Nope.
“Santa Claus.”
Close, but no.
“I give up.”
White Crested Black Polish Bantam Chickens!
I WANT ONE.
No, seriously. I REALLY WANT ONE.
Or two.
Or three.
Or a whole brood of them.
I never thought I would say this, but that perm is sassy.
I think I’ll call her Elvis.
This is her husband. Who said men can’t rock long hair?
He reminds me of Cruella De Vil.
In a good way.
Whoever is responsible for this display needs a raise.
And I NEED some of these chickens.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
Gus’ Birthday
Today is Gus’ birthday. He is 5 years old. I am so thankful he made it to this birthday as about a year ago he almost died of kidney failure. He’s a little miracle kitty. And he is quite a … Continue reading
Nosy Cat
If you look up nosy in the dictionary, this is what you will find:
No matter how hard I try to discipline my misguided cat Scarlett, her nosiness seems to get the best of her, especially when it comes to people food and the kitchen.
Several times a day, as I am sitting in the family room or my office, I hear the very distinct thump of 4 furry paws landing on the kitchen floor after leaping from the counter.
I then walk into the kitchen and find Scarlett either hurriedly trotting into the dining room or standing nonchalantly in the middle of the kitchen, staring into space.
Sometimes there is evidence that she has been on the counter, such as a stray paper towel or green bean on the floor. One time, I found the remnants of a rib-eye steak on the floor half-way across the kitchen and Scarlett was nowhere to be found (behind a chair), licking her chops.
But most of the time I just hear the thump and by the time I walk into the room she has already destroyed (consumed) the evidence.
This is how our talks about her behavior normally go:
Me: “Scarlett, what were you just doing?”
Scarlett: ……………(stares intently at nothing)
Me: “Scarlett, you’re acting guilty. Anything you want to confess?”
Scarlett: …………..(stares at Gus in an effort to divert my attention while praying that I have a bout of amnesia)
Me: “Scarlett!”
Scarlett: “Who?…….Me???” (tries her best to look innocent, shocked and pathetic)
Me: “Scarlett, I know you were on the counter.”
Scarlett: “I want a lawyer.”
Y’all come back now, ya hear?
Sugarlump
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