Kitty Toys
My cat Sinatra has the Greatest. Toy. Ever. You would not think so by looking at it. In fact, I would have thought that if I was a cat and someone gave me this toy, I would go "pft" and do that "talk to the tail" walk. It very simple looking ... just like a rolled up brown piece of fabric that closely resembles a cigar. It's full of catnip, but I don't think that's what makes it so special.
Don't get me wrong - I've given my cat catnip before. What self-respecting cat owner hasn't indulged their kitty? But this toy? My cat
flips out. He grabs it and hugs it and bats it around the floor, pounces on it, rolls all around the floor squeezing it close to his chest, flirts with it - it's a beautiful thing to see my kitty in love with a big cigar.
It's just another Tuesday
Two weeks ago, at about 10:00 a.m, I was in the shower happily sudsing when I hear my dog start barking her freaking head off. My dog barks from time to time (as dogs are want to do) but this barking signaled a significant event of some sort. As I got out of the shower, I realized ... someone was in my house. More than one someone, and they were talking. I was all "WTF?" so I threw on my robe, wrapped a towel around my hair, and headed downstairs to see that the hell was going on. It was my cleaning lady and her cleaning partner. One look at me and they burst into laughter.
I, for one, didn't see much funny about it because this was a Tuesday and they don't come until Wednesday. My surprise was justified. Until she told me she had called and left two messages that she was changing my day from Wednesday to Tuesday, and didn't I get them?. Serves me right for neglecting my answering machine. All that lonely blink... blink... blink... all day and I never give it the attention it deserves. Poor little blinking answering machine. But, whatever. They cleaned my house, it's sparkling, all was right with the world.
Get this. It freaking happened again today. I was up late last night for work and didn't get to bed until around 3:00 a.m. Dragged myself out of bed around 9:00 and came down in my bathrobe and glasses. Didn't brush my teeth, didn't brush my hair, just came in all my morning glory to check my email. Sure enough, the dog's outside barking her head off again and as I peeked out the window, I hung my head in "not again" shame. I couldn't let them come in this morning because I had a sink full of dishes and the house was generally not as tidy as it should be. They agreed to come back this afternoon - thankfully. I'll be ready this time, but if I forget two Tuesdays from now? I'm afraid I don't know what I might do.
I do not deserve to Blog
I am a miserable excuse for a Blogger. I realized THIS should be my New Year's resolution - to update my blog regularly. I have much to say about marathon training (I'm still doing it) and life in general (still doing that too) but haven't said ANY of it. This makes me sad, but I vow to do better in 2007. This is my resolution: I
will update my blog at least once per calendar month. I will see you some time soon for a proper January update. That ought to get me off to a good start!
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