That crazy human ripped us off this morning. Last night she started that convulsing she does that's followed by a loud noise. She calls it sneezing - we call it annoying. Just picture it, we're sound asleep on the couch and are chasing opossums (well, actually, we've caught them and are eating them, but we didn't want to gross you out) and then AAACHOO! Our adventure ends and we're thrown into the present and there she is - running around looking for a kleenex. BTW...she would find one much easier if she wasn't always hiding them from us. Not sure why she can't share them - they are so fun to shred.
So this morning, she was so lazy and wouldn't take us for a walk. Not sure what the problem was - we woke her up in time. The Princess even did that weird talking she does, but nothing. The brown one (that's me, but don't tell her because I want her to think that Fondue typed this) was as adorable as I, I mean "she" always is - but nothing. All she could accomplish was shuffling to that machine she worships every morning - you know the one that makes the stuff she puts in a cup and drinks? (never figured out why she doesn't use a bowl). Anyway, guess Fondue shouldn't complain (hee-hee), at least she fed us. And luck for her, since we have to depend on her to feed us tonight, we'll be over it by the time she gets home.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Another Fun Evening: by the Crazy Human
It's a little before 4:00 in the morning and I had just been up to go to the potty. I made it back to my bed and thought, "Oh good, a couple of more hours of sleep" As I settled in, it sounded like Kate was going to find her way to the couch and I would have the bed all to myself. I was mistaken. A few moments later, I hear the pitter patter of feet, which is the precursor to the jump onto the bed. Oh well, still a couple of more hours of sleep - they just won't be as comfortable.
Almost asleep, drifting, drifting...nope! It begins. Kate sniffing. A little at first and then frequent and more intense. I momentarily stop breathing and reflect back to the previous morning and I freeze. You see, I had the roof replaced on Tuesday and it never dawned on me that there would be fallout. I don't mean fallout like pieces of the roof falling, I mean something like - You jump in the shower and then immediately jump out screaming because there is a water bug that is a little surprised by the sudden raining in his world. Not to mention a large, naked human screaming and running about.
My first thought is, "can she really smell a water bug?! Is there one in my room? Oh crap, is it in my bed?" (btw...I don't think crap was my choice of words!) I did have the sense to turn on the light and look around the room. That's where my sense ended. So, up I go. Barefoot. In my pj's. Following Kate as she leaves the room sniffing.
I walk into the dark kitchen and proceed towards the back door to check and see if Fondue is okay. Kate is still sniffing and following her nose and about the time that I thought to myself, "Self, I wonder if Fondue is sick," my foot comes in contact with something wet. "Dang it," I think. (okay, dang it probably wasn't what I said either, but oh well.) I go to the kitchen to turn on the light, all the while berating myself for walking around in the dark barefoot. I go over to see what my foot touched and there it was. A mangled up little baby opossum.
Now to get the true visual here, let me set it up for you. Once I realized what my foot had touched, I believe that I could have audtioned for Riverdance and won the lead role. Grossed out is an understatement to what I was feeling. And while I was doing my little jig, I believe all I said was, oh God, oh God, oh God. This was a combo of "I am so freaked out" and a sincere "what am I going to do now" prayer!
After I washed my foot, I proceeded to the garage to get a shovel to scoop the poor little bugger up. From past experience I knew that it was quite possible that he was still alive. The entire time I was scooping him up, all I could visualize was this poor tortured critter coming out of it's catatonic state and hissing and attacking me. I managed to get him scooped up and took him out to the front yard. (btw...at some point I did get dressed. I didn't want to add somehow bumping into one of my neighbors at 4am in my pj's. For most people, that wouldn't happen, but it is me we're talking about here!) All I can say is that if he wakes up, I hope he has the sense not to get into the backyard. If he doesn't, I hope some animal drags him off so that I don't have to deal with his little carcass again.
Fondue is a little miffed that her treasure is missing, doesn't understand why I scrubbed her face, and needs to be thankful that I didn't turbo blast her mouth out with soap! She's also a bit confused as to why I am not fawning all over her since she did bring in the kill. It is a definite reminder to me that I am living with the dogs!
Almost asleep, drifting, drifting...nope! It begins. Kate sniffing. A little at first and then frequent and more intense. I momentarily stop breathing and reflect back to the previous morning and I freeze. You see, I had the roof replaced on Tuesday and it never dawned on me that there would be fallout. I don't mean fallout like pieces of the roof falling, I mean something like - You jump in the shower and then immediately jump out screaming because there is a water bug that is a little surprised by the sudden raining in his world. Not to mention a large, naked human screaming and running about.
My first thought is, "can she really smell a water bug?! Is there one in my room? Oh crap, is it in my bed?" (btw...I don't think crap was my choice of words!) I did have the sense to turn on the light and look around the room. That's where my sense ended. So, up I go. Barefoot. In my pj's. Following Kate as she leaves the room sniffing.
I walk into the dark kitchen and proceed towards the back door to check and see if Fondue is okay. Kate is still sniffing and following her nose and about the time that I thought to myself, "Self, I wonder if Fondue is sick," my foot comes in contact with something wet. "Dang it," I think. (okay, dang it probably wasn't what I said either, but oh well.) I go to the kitchen to turn on the light, all the while berating myself for walking around in the dark barefoot. I go over to see what my foot touched and there it was. A mangled up little baby opossum.
Now to get the true visual here, let me set it up for you. Once I realized what my foot had touched, I believe that I could have audtioned for Riverdance and won the lead role. Grossed out is an understatement to what I was feeling. And while I was doing my little jig, I believe all I said was, oh God, oh God, oh God. This was a combo of "I am so freaked out" and a sincere "what am I going to do now" prayer!
After I washed my foot, I proceeded to the garage to get a shovel to scoop the poor little bugger up. From past experience I knew that it was quite possible that he was still alive. The entire time I was scooping him up, all I could visualize was this poor tortured critter coming out of it's catatonic state and hissing and attacking me. I managed to get him scooped up and took him out to the front yard. (btw...at some point I did get dressed. I didn't want to add somehow bumping into one of my neighbors at 4am in my pj's. For most people, that wouldn't happen, but it is me we're talking about here!) All I can say is that if he wakes up, I hope he has the sense not to get into the backyard. If he doesn't, I hope some animal drags him off so that I don't have to deal with his little carcass again.
Fondue is a little miffed that her treasure is missing, doesn't understand why I scrubbed her face, and needs to be thankful that I didn't turbo blast her mouth out with soap! She's also a bit confused as to why I am not fawning all over her since she did bring in the kill. It is a definite reminder to me that I am living with the dogs!
Sunday Morning Stroll
One of the stray cats in the 'hood and the girls are in cahoots - I just know it! The stray hides under my car so that when we get back from our walk they can see if I am paying attention. I think I can hear dog and cat laughter as I am skiing across the front lawn trying to figure out what just happened. BTW...I think I even heard a bird or two laugh!
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