I'm just so tired tonight. I didn't get my full 8 and a half hour of sleep last night because my older son wanted to talk. I don't get him to talk to me often so when he wants to talk I listen. I can't blame him for my crappy nights sleep. I also wasn't tired till late in the evening so I was going to stay up a little later than my usual 10 PM bed time anyway. But because I didn't get my normal amount of sleep and had a busy day now it's 9 PM and I'm slowly doing a crash and burn.
Fridays are typically busy days for me. I have my HHA that comes, the nurse that comes and my therapist that comes all in about 5 hours. Then I try and rest for the rest of the day so when the oldest gets here I am ready to make dinner and clean up from that. Well I ended up having to throw a shower in there and shelp my quadrapaligic upstairs friend to the doctors today and then there was the Easter play at church that I had committed myself to go to. I had missed the Christmas one and really wanted to see this one so not going was out of the question when I was asked to go tonight. It's also being done tomorrow at 2 and 7 but I wouldn't have a ride to get there. I am glad I went.
I had committed to taking my upstairs friend earlier in the week first not knowing that I was going to the play tonight and second not knowing that I wasn't going to get a good nights sleep the night before. I don't mind taking him when he asks me but the motor for the ramp has been broken for quite a while and that means you have to pull it out manually and with my back being out of whack the way it is it's a lot of work and ends up making me hurt real bad. I'm glad he has a motorized wheel chair so I don't have to push him around. He's a great guy and I do care for him. I would give him the shirt off my back if he asked. He's kind to me and lets me use his van if I have short trips to make. Usually without asking for gas money. Now a days that's saying something. Most everyone who will let you borrow a vehicle or take you somewhere wants an outragous amount of money for gas.
Well in two days it's Easter. I hope everyone has a great day and remembers the reason for the season. I'm not going to preach anymore about that.
I'm going to bed now so good night.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Baby Kitty
It's been 8 days since I adopted the baby kitty. He went a week not having a name because when I told the boys that I had gotten him they wanted to name him. Both of the boys were here on Saturday so they got together and decided that his name should be Lucky. I know that the perception of black cats is they are the devils pet or they are bad luck but I don't feel that way. I love black cats and to me they are good luck. I know strange but I can't help but love them. Did you know that black cats are more likely to be put to sleep because they are the last ones to be adopted from shelters? or that the only time they do get adopted is around Halloween and then they end up right back where they came from? These poor animals are just looking for someone to love them and because of their color they are going without.
So I adopted a black kitten. He has sort of longish fur and was somewhere between 5 and 7 weeks old when I got him. I'd say closer to 5 than 7. He wasn't litter box trained completely and this past week I have been acting like a mother cat in the sense that when I see him scratching around looking like he's going to go somewhere he's not supposed to I pick him up and put him in the litter box. Once he's in there he does what he's supposed to, thank goodness. It's just been a pain in the butt. I think he's finally gotten the hint and is now going down to the litter boxes outside the bathroom on his own to go. I have caught him once today scratching in a box here in the living room and immediately took him to the litter box where he did his business. Right now he's curled up next to me on the couch just watching what I'm doing and looking for the other 2 cats to see if he can bother them. He likes to go after their tails.
I was actually surprised how quickly the other 2 cats took to the little one. My female took the longest. The big male was like " don't bother me and I won't bother you" took two sniffs of the baby, never growled or hissed and turned his back on him. Even now when the little on gets on the bed at night or when I take a nap he just lays there and lets the baby have run of "His" space. The big male will get down off the bed if the baby tries to go after him but for the most part they are pretty good together. The female is actually playing with the baby now. Sure it's a little rough at times but that's what a mother would do with her kitten anyway to let them know "OK, I've had enough". When she knocks the baby over he usually gets the hint and finds something else to bother for a while. He's cute like that. He plays hard then crashes for an hour or so. Like now. He was just running all over the house and then climbed up on the back of the couch and crashed on the afghan up there till he heard me typing and came to investigate what I was doing. I shooed him off the key board and now he's snuggled against my leg sleeping again.
Last night when I went to bed the baby came in and slept with me. It seems to like going to sleep with me. He doesn't always stay with me the whole night though. Most mornings when I wake up he's out in the living room on the couch sleeping and as I go around the house turning on lights, feeding and watering the cats and making my coffee he follows me. When I'm in the kitchen he makes a lot of noise and tries to climb my leg to get my attention to give him some canned food. I have the 2 big cats on an every other day schedule and that's what I'm going to stick to with the baby as well. He may not like it to much as when I first got him I was giving him canned food 3 to 4 times a day because I didn't have any kitten food but all it did was give him the runs and now he'd rather eat the dry food for the bigger cats instead of his kitten chow. He's doing very well on the dry food and his stool is getting more formed so I cut him back to when I feed the other cats. It doesn't stop him from trying to get me to give him more wet food but I don't give in.
I could go on and on about the adventures of Lucky but I'm going to stop for today. I'm going walking at the mall in about an hour and I can't wait for that. For now though I think I will just sit here and enjoy having a soft warm kitten lay against my leg purring. He's just so darn cute and I'll post some pictures of him in my next blog post. I have to upload them to the computer first.
So I adopted a black kitten. He has sort of longish fur and was somewhere between 5 and 7 weeks old when I got him. I'd say closer to 5 than 7. He wasn't litter box trained completely and this past week I have been acting like a mother cat in the sense that when I see him scratching around looking like he's going to go somewhere he's not supposed to I pick him up and put him in the litter box. Once he's in there he does what he's supposed to, thank goodness. It's just been a pain in the butt. I think he's finally gotten the hint and is now going down to the litter boxes outside the bathroom on his own to go. I have caught him once today scratching in a box here in the living room and immediately took him to the litter box where he did his business. Right now he's curled up next to me on the couch just watching what I'm doing and looking for the other 2 cats to see if he can bother them. He likes to go after their tails.
I was actually surprised how quickly the other 2 cats took to the little one. My female took the longest. The big male was like " don't bother me and I won't bother you" took two sniffs of the baby, never growled or hissed and turned his back on him. Even now when the little on gets on the bed at night or when I take a nap he just lays there and lets the baby have run of "His" space. The big male will get down off the bed if the baby tries to go after him but for the most part they are pretty good together. The female is actually playing with the baby now. Sure it's a little rough at times but that's what a mother would do with her kitten anyway to let them know "OK, I've had enough". When she knocks the baby over he usually gets the hint and finds something else to bother for a while. He's cute like that. He plays hard then crashes for an hour or so. Like now. He was just running all over the house and then climbed up on the back of the couch and crashed on the afghan up there till he heard me typing and came to investigate what I was doing. I shooed him off the key board and now he's snuggled against my leg sleeping again.
Last night when I went to bed the baby came in and slept with me. It seems to like going to sleep with me. He doesn't always stay with me the whole night though. Most mornings when I wake up he's out in the living room on the couch sleeping and as I go around the house turning on lights, feeding and watering the cats and making my coffee he follows me. When I'm in the kitchen he makes a lot of noise and tries to climb my leg to get my attention to give him some canned food. I have the 2 big cats on an every other day schedule and that's what I'm going to stick to with the baby as well. He may not like it to much as when I first got him I was giving him canned food 3 to 4 times a day because I didn't have any kitten food but all it did was give him the runs and now he'd rather eat the dry food for the bigger cats instead of his kitten chow. He's doing very well on the dry food and his stool is getting more formed so I cut him back to when I feed the other cats. It doesn't stop him from trying to get me to give him more wet food but I don't give in.
I could go on and on about the adventures of Lucky but I'm going to stop for today. I'm going walking at the mall in about an hour and I can't wait for that. For now though I think I will just sit here and enjoy having a soft warm kitten lay against my leg purring. He's just so darn cute and I'll post some pictures of him in my next blog post. I have to upload them to the computer first.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
New Kitty
I adopted a new baby kitty on Sunday. I still haven't figured out if it's a boy or girl but am 99% sure it's a boy. He still doesn't have a name though as I'm waiting on the boys to come this weekend to help decide on one for him. I leaning towards Sam, Charlie, Ralph, something like that. The boys on the other had want names like Reaver (oldest sons recommendation) or Tom Cat ( youngest sons suggestion) I'm not crazy about either one. I think however, that no matter what he's just going to end up being called baby kitty because my short term memory sucks and I probably won't be able to remember what the boys end up deciding.
Right now he's trying to get stuff of the computer stand which is hanging over the couch. He's also trying to get onto the computer which I don't want either. Good thing he looses interest quickly or this post may have ended up being a bunch of nonsense. He's now gone back up on the afghan on the back of the couch to take another nap.
I'm not sure where he slept last night. When I went to sleep he was under the blanket curled up next to me. He had chased my big male off the bed but when I woke up the big male was back on the bed on his towel and the baby was no where to be seen.
Every time I head into the kitchen he follows me in there and meows so much it drives me nuts. I know that he only wants some wet food but I decided today to not give him any this morning. I want him to eat more dry food because his poop is very loose and he doesn't make it to the litter box all the time. It seems I spend quite a bit of my day cleaning up messes that he makes. I have 2 litter boxes outside the bathroom and an even smaller on in the living room just for him. I have to make the rounds this morning to find any spots that I may have missed and clean them up.
So here starts the adventures of my new baby. I'll keep you informed as things go on with him. I want to get him fixed real soon but I think he's to young yet as his testicles haven't descended yet. That's why I'm not 100% sure if it's a boy or girl. What ever it is it's definitely going to be bigger than Middy but not as big as Dumkupf. He may be almost as big as the big boy (who weights in over 30 lbs) but I don't think he's going to get quite as fat.
How ever big he does or doesn't get won't matter anyway. I love him and will do my best to make his life as easy as possible.
Right now he's trying to get stuff of the computer stand which is hanging over the couch. He's also trying to get onto the computer which I don't want either. Good thing he looses interest quickly or this post may have ended up being a bunch of nonsense. He's now gone back up on the afghan on the back of the couch to take another nap.
I'm not sure where he slept last night. When I went to sleep he was under the blanket curled up next to me. He had chased my big male off the bed but when I woke up the big male was back on the bed on his towel and the baby was no where to be seen.
Every time I head into the kitchen he follows me in there and meows so much it drives me nuts. I know that he only wants some wet food but I decided today to not give him any this morning. I want him to eat more dry food because his poop is very loose and he doesn't make it to the litter box all the time. It seems I spend quite a bit of my day cleaning up messes that he makes. I have 2 litter boxes outside the bathroom and an even smaller on in the living room just for him. I have to make the rounds this morning to find any spots that I may have missed and clean them up.
So here starts the adventures of my new baby. I'll keep you informed as things go on with him. I want to get him fixed real soon but I think he's to young yet as his testicles haven't descended yet. That's why I'm not 100% sure if it's a boy or girl. What ever it is it's definitely going to be bigger than Middy but not as big as Dumkupf. He may be almost as big as the big boy (who weights in over 30 lbs) but I don't think he's going to get quite as fat.
How ever big he does or doesn't get won't matter anyway. I love him and will do my best to make his life as easy as possible.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
finding my humor
I read a post from someone I admire this morning about changing attitudes and I'm going to work on mine starting today. I didn't start the day out well but from now to the end of this week I'm going to do my best to take the negativity out of my attitude.
I did have a couple of things happen this week that caught me as funny. First was the cat getting sick. To start out with if you don't know I have to kitties. One is an air kitty and the other is a land kitty. Now if you don't know what I mean I'll explain what I mean by air and land kitties. An air kitty likes to be up, on top of things that they probably shouldn't be on but not any where near the ground. Yes they get on the ground to do things but they perfere to sleep up high. I don't know if it's because heat rises and they like the heat or if it's because they like looking down on things. A land kitty likes being down where all the action is. They don't get up in high places but will get on the furniture and beds but spend most of their time on the ground. So there that explains the difference.
Now on Friday night my air kitty was where she really likes to be, up on top of the chifferobe in my living room and all of a sudden I hear that sound, that bad sound. If you have cats you probably know the sound I'm talking about. It's that hucka, hucka, hucka, sound that usually proceeds the cat throwing up. Well I'm sitting on the couch and I hear that sound and realize there isn't a darn thing I can do to get to her to put her on the floor so if she upchucks it's easier to clean up. And then it happens. Bam she projectile vomits right behind the couch. I know doesn't sound funny does it but looking back it's funny now because I was looking for an excuse to move the couch and here it was. It wasn't the reason I WANTED to move the couch but I had to do it now.
After telling the cat thanks for making things difficult for me I go to the kitchen to get the paper towels to clean up the mess. I have to move the coffee table (which is actually more like a trunk that's supposed to house the things I hide under the couch) and pull the couch out to clean up the mess. I grab the corner of the back of the couch and what happens? I put my hand in something that's now cold and slimy. After saying thanks to the cat again I clean it up and get the couch moved. After I get the couch moved I realized that not only did she get it behind the couch she got it in the heater. Thanks again. And down the wall. Thanks again.
Ok lets get it cleaned up. So that's what I set about doing. Once I scrubbed the wall and top of the heater and as best as I could the inside of the heater I got the stuff off the floor and decided since the couch was out I'd clean under it. You never know what you'll find under the couch and boy did I find a treasure trove.
I found all the things that my air kitty has been stealing. She loves to take pens, hair elastics and anything else she can get her paws on off my computer table and hide them on me. Now I've found one of her hiding spots. There were 6 hair elastics, 3 pens and my flash drive that I'd been looking for for about 3 months. there was also a ton of uneaten scraps of food under there. I didn't want to drag the vacuum out to vac so I did the best I could to clean up what was under there and proceeded to get the couch back in place. Some how though I hit the power strip and ended up shutting off the only light in the room and had to fish around in the dark to get it back on only to find out the plug had come out of the strip and I had to figure out how to plug it back in in the dark. Ever tried to do something in the dark? It's not easy to say the least. I have a small flashlight somewhere but do you think I could find it that night when I needed it? You got it, it was missing. Well missing till I got the light plugged back in and then it magically re-appeared. Right where I had left it.
I ended up with a sore back out of it and then what did my beautiful little baby do? She crawled up on the couch in my lap and laid down half in my lap and half on the corner of the couch. How sweet was that? I ended up giving her treats and some canned food to settle her stomach and also gave her some extra loving just because.
The other thing that was funny that happened was with my other cat. I went out last night and joked with the person who took me that when I got home I was going to have to move him off my spot on the couch. Sure enough when I got in and turned the lights on there he was, on the side of the couch where I usually sit, settled in like he wasn't going to go anywhere. I tried talking to him, explaining that it was my spot and after all he had his place on the bed that he could go, so could you please move? He wasn't buying it and gave me one of those looks that only a cat can give that means "You want me to MOVE? Not going to happen." So I took matters into my own hands and tried to move him, which by the way, is like trying to move a 50 pound cement bag. I got the treats out and the bag of cat nip but he just laid there looking at me. So I went over to him with the brush (because he can only stand to be brushed for about 3 minutes then he moves). I start brushing him and all of a sudden he dissapears. He fell into the couch! The spot where I sit is missing some of the supports under it and I sit in a hole. I'm constantly pulling the cushion out of it. So the cat falls in and the look on his face was priceless. I wish I had the camera handy because it really was a Kodac moment. In a matter of seconds he had figured out that wasn't where he wanted to be and it took him 3 tries to jump out of the hole. (He weights in somewhere in the 30 pound range so it's kind of hard for him to get out of small spaces) He gets out, gives me a dirty look and saunters off to the bedroom to ease his bruised ego.
So I laughed over these two episodes this weekend. I guess that means I haven't lost my sense of humor.
So for the rest of the week I'm going to look for the humor in more things. Hope everyone can do the same.
Have a great week and laugh!
I did have a couple of things happen this week that caught me as funny. First was the cat getting sick. To start out with if you don't know I have to kitties. One is an air kitty and the other is a land kitty. Now if you don't know what I mean I'll explain what I mean by air and land kitties. An air kitty likes to be up, on top of things that they probably shouldn't be on but not any where near the ground. Yes they get on the ground to do things but they perfere to sleep up high. I don't know if it's because heat rises and they like the heat or if it's because they like looking down on things. A land kitty likes being down where all the action is. They don't get up in high places but will get on the furniture and beds but spend most of their time on the ground. So there that explains the difference.
Now on Friday night my air kitty was where she really likes to be, up on top of the chifferobe in my living room and all of a sudden I hear that sound, that bad sound. If you have cats you probably know the sound I'm talking about. It's that hucka, hucka, hucka, sound that usually proceeds the cat throwing up. Well I'm sitting on the couch and I hear that sound and realize there isn't a darn thing I can do to get to her to put her on the floor so if she upchucks it's easier to clean up. And then it happens. Bam she projectile vomits right behind the couch. I know doesn't sound funny does it but looking back it's funny now because I was looking for an excuse to move the couch and here it was. It wasn't the reason I WANTED to move the couch but I had to do it now.
After telling the cat thanks for making things difficult for me I go to the kitchen to get the paper towels to clean up the mess. I have to move the coffee table (which is actually more like a trunk that's supposed to house the things I hide under the couch) and pull the couch out to clean up the mess. I grab the corner of the back of the couch and what happens? I put my hand in something that's now cold and slimy. After saying thanks to the cat again I clean it up and get the couch moved. After I get the couch moved I realized that not only did she get it behind the couch she got it in the heater. Thanks again. And down the wall. Thanks again.
Ok lets get it cleaned up. So that's what I set about doing. Once I scrubbed the wall and top of the heater and as best as I could the inside of the heater I got the stuff off the floor and decided since the couch was out I'd clean under it. You never know what you'll find under the couch and boy did I find a treasure trove.
I found all the things that my air kitty has been stealing. She loves to take pens, hair elastics and anything else she can get her paws on off my computer table and hide them on me. Now I've found one of her hiding spots. There were 6 hair elastics, 3 pens and my flash drive that I'd been looking for for about 3 months. there was also a ton of uneaten scraps of food under there. I didn't want to drag the vacuum out to vac so I did the best I could to clean up what was under there and proceeded to get the couch back in place. Some how though I hit the power strip and ended up shutting off the only light in the room and had to fish around in the dark to get it back on only to find out the plug had come out of the strip and I had to figure out how to plug it back in in the dark. Ever tried to do something in the dark? It's not easy to say the least. I have a small flashlight somewhere but do you think I could find it that night when I needed it? You got it, it was missing. Well missing till I got the light plugged back in and then it magically re-appeared. Right where I had left it.
I ended up with a sore back out of it and then what did my beautiful little baby do? She crawled up on the couch in my lap and laid down half in my lap and half on the corner of the couch. How sweet was that? I ended up giving her treats and some canned food to settle her stomach and also gave her some extra loving just because.
The other thing that was funny that happened was with my other cat. I went out last night and joked with the person who took me that when I got home I was going to have to move him off my spot on the couch. Sure enough when I got in and turned the lights on there he was, on the side of the couch where I usually sit, settled in like he wasn't going to go anywhere. I tried talking to him, explaining that it was my spot and after all he had his place on the bed that he could go, so could you please move? He wasn't buying it and gave me one of those looks that only a cat can give that means "You want me to MOVE? Not going to happen." So I took matters into my own hands and tried to move him, which by the way, is like trying to move a 50 pound cement bag. I got the treats out and the bag of cat nip but he just laid there looking at me. So I went over to him with the brush (because he can only stand to be brushed for about 3 minutes then he moves). I start brushing him and all of a sudden he dissapears. He fell into the couch! The spot where I sit is missing some of the supports under it and I sit in a hole. I'm constantly pulling the cushion out of it. So the cat falls in and the look on his face was priceless. I wish I had the camera handy because it really was a Kodac moment. In a matter of seconds he had figured out that wasn't where he wanted to be and it took him 3 tries to jump out of the hole. (He weights in somewhere in the 30 pound range so it's kind of hard for him to get out of small spaces) He gets out, gives me a dirty look and saunters off to the bedroom to ease his bruised ego.
So I laughed over these two episodes this weekend. I guess that means I haven't lost my sense of humor.
So for the rest of the week I'm going to look for the humor in more things. Hope everyone can do the same.
Have a great week and laugh!
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