Our temporary cat has been eating all out geraniums. He left them alone for months! But has recently discovered them.
He has also been moping around moreso than usual. Even more corners are say in and mewed at.
Thursday I checked Dr Internet and determined that geraniums are toxic to cats – and worse! – a symptom of ingestion is depression. So I called Mike right away and asked him to move all the plants that Book eats to the laundry room. Today he took things a step further: he put up the shelf we’ve had for years and cleaned the room. It’s amazing in there now! These plants will thrive.
Temporary Kitty is not supposed to get on the table. Temporary Kitty knows this. Temporary Kitty hops up there anyway, and does whatever he wants. Temporary Kitty wants to play with your pens, and bat them off the table. Temporary Kitty wants you to pick him up and pet him. Temporary Kitty wants to eat your potato chips.
Temporary Kitty wants to denude your spider plants. Temporary Kitty wants to take a nap on your laptop and attack your typing fingers when you’re working.
Temporary Kitty is incorrigible. Temporary Kitty is adorable. Temporary Kitty just sighed real big, like it was the least he could do to put up with my tappa-tappa-tappa. And then he sneezed, and got Temporary Kitty boogers all over my laptop screen.
Normally Mike will work from home on Wednesdays so he can manage the boys in the late afternoon one day a week. We have an alternating schedule – they are either at our house on Monday-Wednesday-Friday nights for an overnight or they are here for the Wednesday. I can get them a couple of times a week but on weeks when we have them 3x it was becoming disruptive to my job to have to jump up and leave at 4:30 every other day. We schedule all kinds of awkward stuff for Mike to manage when he’s at home, for example our every-two-weeks cleaners come on Wednesdays too.
But today he had to go into NYC for an all-hands work-activity, so I am working from home so I can let the cleaners in and get the boys at around 5PM. He gets home around 630, when we have the little dudes.
And I’m shifting floors to stay out of the way of the cleaner – she did the upstairs bathroom and I worked in the dining room, and now she’s doing the downstairs bathroom, kitchen-dining-room-living-room combo and I’m hiding in the upstairs library.
Book is also hiding:
He is awfully handsome, isn’t he? We think he may be a French Chartreux. Mike’s mom saw a television program about them and told me all about it. It fits – he has the tiniest meow, and he’s a fabulous hunter.
I Love To Do Dishes is back stateside, and I believe she’s figuring out her next steps and living arrangements – so poor melancholy Book, don’t worry. Your Human will come and fetch you soon. Sometime.
Our temporary kitty came out of hiding for some skritches today. Book is staying with us for 4 months while I Love To Do Dishes is traveling. He is sweet! Mike is a kitty whisperer. Also of note: how excited Book was to see us, and how he cautiously looked for little boys before committing to the room.
I am very tall. I have bright red hair. I have a black belt in tae kwon do. I knit. I try to spin my own yarn. I read voraciously and indiscriminately. I have a sewing machine, and I constantly plot the making of my own clothes. I like foods that go with red wine. The red wine is coincidental: I also like gin, the drink of washed up movie stars, and margaritas, the drink of pretending either that it is summer, or that what you do tonight won't matter in the morning. I am a motorcycle enthusiast, and I am plotting a carb breakdown to get my bike back on the road. I am a nerdy kind of girl but one with a goal to throw dinner parties wearing aprons and to keep jars of fresh flowers around my home.