Sunny Tabby

It's PO'Monday!

5 August, 2020

Those lazy, crazy, hazy days of Summer!

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Chuck's Obsession - Update

This is how the day started...

See the two socks on top of the clean clothes...AND...

My slipper was taken too!

 

One sock, found in the hall on another occasion

Other sock, on one of Chuck's napping spots

Okay, okay...so yeah, it's hilarious that Chuck lugs around not only both of my socks, but also one SLIPPER too! Amazing!  There is no stranger sound that Chuck meowing for all his might, with a woolly sock in his mouth.

BUT WAIT...there's more!  Here's the funniest thing yet!  Friday night, it turned downright cold, and I jumped into bed wishing I still had my down comforter out.  But it's June, and I refused to go to the linen closet to retrieve it on sheer principle.  But, I managed to sleep, and in the morning, as usual, my socks were missing.  I looked here, I looked there, I even looked in the litter boxes.  AND YOU KNOW WHERE I FOUND MY SOCKS?!?!...hmmm...can you guess?  That's right...

On my feet!  I've never laughed so hard in my life when I realized I was looking for something that was ON MY BODY, keeping my toes warm. The hubby was both amused and concerned, as he rightfully should be. I think he was considering calling the men in the white coats...and poor Chuck, I ruined his fun for the morning, 'cause he wasn't gonna try to carry around my occupied socks!

Devoted...

...to worry!  It's bitterly cold, with sub-zero temperatures, and wind-chills in the negative double-digits.  Patty and Sweetie came out for some fresh kibble 30 minutes ago, and I poured fresh water for them.  But now the sun is setting, and I will pray and remain anxious for them all night long. Sure, we built them an insulated shelter, with a warming pad and wind-blocks, and straw...but it's sub-zero out there!  My peace-of-mind for Patty and Sweetie will probably not return until the end of March.  You've heard about the crazy cat lady, well...I'm going crazy because of the cats! I am devoted to their little furry hides, but I can DO NOTHING ELSE now.  Grace under pressure?  Not me!  Just wait and see?  Forget that...I'm pacing the floor.  Hearing the wind howl in the bare tree branches...in fact, the whole house is creaking and groaning in the gusts...and I'm close to hyperventilating.  Everything I planned for the 'o' cats was for this scenario; when the weather is too brutal.  How did I do? Only the next few days will tell.

Happy Valentine's Day to all; my heart is outside in The Cat Hotel.