Harumph!

 

I’m grumpy today. I don’t know why, I just am. This happens from time to time, I get grumpy, I don’t know what I need to do to get happy so I get more frustrated. Then it just builds upon itself.

It started last night. It’s been very cold the last few evenings so my person took a hot bath. I like it when she takes a bath, it’s warm in the room and the steam clears my sinus (Remind me to tell you of the time I had a sinus infection and I got steamed 3 times a day). I jump on the ledge and paw at the water. When she’s done, I get on the counter and I get brushed. All these things happened and I was very happy and then it was time for bed – so it ended.

I don’t like it when happy things end, I know they always do, just as bad things end too. But it got very cold after they both turned out all the lights and got into bed. For hours it got colder and colder and I thought, now would be a good time to have another bath, so I let them know. I stood in the bathroom and yelled at them. (I never quite realize something is a bad idea until I’m done doing it.) My person hollered at me, so I stopped. Then an hour later, it was even colder so I yelled at them again and she, in turn, yelled at me. It became a vicious cycle. So much so that I forgot why I was in the bathroom yelling, I just was.

Now, I’m just grumpy. I want another bath, I want the sunbeam, I want in the closet, I want it to stop being so cold. I want to the point where ‘want’ is what I want, there is no thing attached. That’s when it gets aggravating. I want everything, yet I want nothing. Happy or satisfied is so far away, it gets me frustrated.  Okay, it’s times like these I just have to breath and get zen….  The sunbeam is here, whew! 

Ghoulies and ghosties and long legged beasties and things that go bump in the night

 

I know I’ve been so good about posting in a timely manner, and yet nothing over the weekend. Let me reassure you, it isn’t me – if you were worried, I’m fine. I have no idea what’s going on with my person though. I’ve never seen her so lazy. She’s either in bed or in the bathroom, all weekend! She never sat in front of the text picture box, so I never had the opportunity to blog. Oh well.

So, something has been happening now and again, on our roof. In the long room with all the doors, there is one spot on the ceiling that is different than the rest of the ceiling. I’m not sure how to describe it, it looks around 4’ x 3’, it bows outward, it’s a hard plastic and although I feel as if I should be able to look through it I can’t – anyway, that’s not the issue, it’s what happens on top of it, that is.

The last time the weather was beginning to get hot again, a monster would… for lack of a better word, come and visit. It would come and stomp on the plastic ceiling and cry out. I’ve heard the cry before, it’s like some kind of a gravely bark. It’s claws scrape on the plastic ceiling and occasionally I can just make out cape-type arms. Like I said, it’s a monster. From that first visit, it has come back, not regularly but occasionally.

What’s odd though, in all my days of being a ‘scaredy cat’ (according to my person), even when I was very scared I was more curious. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t, I had to find out what this monster was, why it was there and what he wanted from me. I never did find out, maybe if it comes back, I will. One thing I did find out about myself, I guess I’m braver then I thought.    

To sleep, perchance to dream

 

It is said that cats sleep up to 18 hours a day. I will not disagree or plan to disprove that. We do and we embrace it. I am just taking this time to list off the various places I sleep.

On the bed, between my person’s legs

On the bed, stuffed under her arm, my head shoved in her ear.

On top of the dresser, inside the walk in closet

On the top shelf of the walk in closet

On the writy tablet thing by the text picture box in man-person’s space

On both cushy swivel chairs

The footstool

The top of the back of the big comfy chair

On the floor where ever sunbeam is

On the couch

On warm freshly laundered clothes

On the new white cashmere sweater

When all the blankets are piled up

In an empty laundry basket

On the comforter, when it’s piled on the floor

In the back corner of the closet, passed the old TV, on top of her cold day clothes, under  her dresses

On the yellow pillow

In a doorway.

I think that covers it.

Good night.