Formula to complicate your life:
--Spouse takes a new job with pay cut. Check.
--Self takes a new job with pay cut. Check.
--Move kid from private care to daycare. Check.
--Sell one house and buy another. Check.
--Accommodate all parties except self in buying and selling. Check.
--Go on vacation, spouseless, right before moving day. Check.
--Move in 1.5 days with more stuff than most normal people. Check.
--Live everyday in a scavenger hunt for your stuff. Check.
--4 dogs, 2 cats....then add a Carl Wheezer. Check.
So when the move first came up, and mom's cat was with kitten, I thought it was a good idea to get Chicken a new cat. One that is young and likes to play unlike those two old farts we have. I mean, Priss spends 95% of the time hiding under the bed; granted that didn't start until Chicken became demonic. He might as well have not even had a cat. So our little orange lion came to live with us. And on one hand, I was so right. He leaves the TV (CUE SHOCK) to play with him. Though playing with him often constitutes chasing him, throwing things at him, pulling or stepping on his tail, all while cackling evilly. Have no fear, though. Carl Wheezer gets in his fair share of licks. But then I have to hear, "Carl Wheezer scratched me" followed by "That not nice, Carl Wheezer!"
And then there is the completely unexpected part of Carl Wheezer: his ability to torture Priss far more effectively than Chicken could ever dream of. Then again, if she spends all night fending him off, she might have less time to drag clothes around the house for me to find the next morning.
Anyone got a phone number for a Cat Whisperer?
2 comments:
I still can't believe that your cat drags clothes all over. That is a rare cat!!!
she has mental problems, but we can't get her in to see a good shrink
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