Canadutch
This morning at 6:30am (approx 40 minutes ago) I was laying in bed and heard the phone ringing in the livingroom. The phone in the bedroom is broken and by the time I was awake enough to realize the one in the livingroom was ringing I knew I wouldn’t make it in time. I was just starting to go to sleep when it started rining again… I leaped out of bed, ran the gauntlet of getting around the bed without banging into the dogs bed or the TV and made it just into the livingroom in time for the phone to stop ringing.
I stood there waiting for it to ring again… but it didn’t. I was wide awake by that time and knew going back to bed was hopeless.
If something is important enough for someone to call at 6:30am and let the phone ring itself out.. why was it not important enough to phone THREE times?! Who was calling me at that ungodly time of the morning? I’ll probably never know and have no idea who to bark at for waking me up while it was still dark on a Sunday morning.
Today is ‘putting up the the tree’ day, finally!! I think I did pretty well, waiting until Dec 4 to put up the decorations, when I was actually ready to do it in mid Nov. I was looking around the house yesterday as I started putting up some of the deco and thinking about how much better it looks than it did this time last year. It’s really turning into a home…
My cat is definately insane. Spencer I mean, not Salem… Actually, they are both insane. Spencer is just worse.
At the beginning of this year Xander and I had reached the end of our rope with our whiney cat and took him to the vet. We were told that our cat has an anxiety disorder.. Yeah you read that right, our CAT has an ANXIETY disorder. Life at the zoo was getting to be too much for us, not being able to sleep because of his incessant whining, so we took him to the vet. He has been on this medication, Clomicalm, since… and it’s made a remarkable difference. He wasn’t nearly as whiney, not keeping us up at nights.. it was great. It had been almost a year though and I wasn’t sure if this medication was something he should be on for a lifetime, or if it was a temporary fix. So we decided to slowly wean him off the medication and see how it goes..
As I write this, he is walking from the livingroom, down the hall (past the door where Xander is sleeping and probably ready to come out and clobber him), whining and meowing like the last year never even happened. So I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact that one of two things has to happen.
- Keep him medicated for the rest of his life
- Kill him
Not really the best options so I’m going to go for keeping him medicated. He didn’t seem like a drugged out cat for the last year, he seemed like a NORMAL one. Sleeping, coming around for cuddles, milling around at our feet at feeding time and eating my plants. Just like any other cat would do. None of this psycho cat screaming crap that is going on at the moment.
I’m still waiting for a stranger to show up at my door telling me how badly they want my cats and what a great home they’ll give them, so I can just hand them over guilt free and be rid of all things CAT in my house. That’s pretty much the only way I’d be free of them because I can’t bring myself to try to find a new home for them or bring them to an animal shelter or something. All I know is, when they are gone.. I will never, ever, own another cat for as long as I live. I love them, but I’d love them a whole lot more if they didn’t constantly kick their litter out of their litterbox, eat my plants, scratch and shed all over my furniture and play on my kitchen counter at night.
Now I know why my mother never let me have one growing up.
.. and why I’ll never let anyone have any in my house in the future.
I think I might have tried to give them away if I didn’t think the person would be back at my door a week later with cats in tow. I can’t imagine anyone wanting two cats thare are almost 10 years old, one needing daily medication for the rest of his life and the other coughing up hairballs in places you don’t notice till they squish under your feet. How could I ever subject some poor innocent cat lover to that?
Maybe I could rent them out to parents who want to teach children who whine for a pet why they shouldn’t get one. They could take Spencer for a week and take him off his meds. A few sleepless nights should cure any kid of wanting a cat.
This week I am working on the second last block of patchwork for my quilt. Then we start putting them together and begin the actual quilting process, which should be interesting. Not sure I like that part as much as the patchwork but it will have to grow on me. I took a pic of the first six blocks I’ve done, just to get an idea of what it will look like when it’s all together. So far I’m quite pleased!!
I’ve also decided to start another quilt on the side (not the triangle one I mentioned earlier, that one will have to wait) but one of the same pattern for my mother. She loves the one I’m working on for myself and said she’d like one with the same pattern, so I tried to pick out some fabrics in colors that will go with the colors in her livingroom. It’ll be interesting to see how different the same pattern can look when using different fabrics.
I finished the scarf that I was working on with the eyelash yarn that my mother sent me. Wednesday was the first time it was cold enough for me to wear it and as I was waiting for the tram home from my quilting class I realized that there was a big hole in it in one spot, it was starting to come apart! Apparently I missed some stitches somewhere and that was causing it to unravel in certain places. So I’ll have to undo it and knit it again and try to be a bit more careful this time. Oops!
Xander bought me the books Stitch ‘n Bitch and Stitch ‘n Bitch Nation to help me learn a bit more about knitting and some cool things I can make. They are great books because they are geared more towards younger women and the things they’d be interested in knitting, rather than the old ‘grandma’ crap that tends to be associated with the craft. They even have little knitted covers for your mobile phone and knitted bags. It’ll be fun to try to make some of this stuff.. My goal is to one day be able to knit sweaters for Xander. He LOVES “jumpers”, as he calls them, so it would be awesome to be able to make some for him. Baby steps though, first I will make him… SOCKS!
