Hey, you don’t have tell Me I’m late posting!

OK, I know I need to apologize for not posting for so many weeks. Sorry, sorry, sorry (hope that’s enough, ‘cause groveling is hard on the knees). When I first started this blog I planned on posting at least once a week but I got off schedule when my husband took time off from work after some surgery. In case you’re wondering, which is so nice of you, he’s fine and finally back to work (YAY!!!!!!).

I found some of you were a bit (ok more than a bit, so thank you for caring) worried after my post on the s-word. Especially since I don’t have comments set up here and I seldom check the email that goes with this blog. Some of you were clever enough to figure it out so again thank you for sending all the caring and love. Now a graphic of hearts and flowers and kissing squirrels just for you ‘cause you all were so sweet.

No ‘hope you did it’ or ‘you suck, so do it’ crap from you sweet people. Thank you again. It’s nice to know not everyone out here is a big mean troll.

Now back to the time sucking husband and why it’s been way too long since my last post. Every time I thought of something to write about I’d head for pen & paper. Why you ask, because I couldn’t get to my computer. Before I even had a chance to write he’d be yelling for me to come see something on TV or on the computer. He has his own laptop but always seems to be on my desktop when I’d like to use it. Why? Because he’s a big pain in the ass computer hog and will even have both going at the same time.

He’s really bad about wanting me to see some actors on old TV shows in hope that I’d remember them. It makes me even more insane (and I really can’t afford to get much more). Since I’ve spent a lot of time housebound I’ve watched a lot of TV, especially old shows and movies. I LOVE old movies from the 1930’s, especially Joan Blondell and Barbara Stanwick movies! So since I’m the designated authority (guess it’s nice to be the know-it-all about something around here) on TV and movies I MUST come when called and I MUST help figure out who the actor is and what else the DH may have seen him in. He only resorts to looking them up on the computer if I can’t figure it out first or if he wants to know more about them. He also likes to play a game called ‘Who do they remind you of?’ which also can add to my craziness. That game also applies to people we see when we are out together. That may explain why I prefer to shop by myself ... hmmmm

So you ask, didn’t he ever go out? So why not write then. My, you are inquisitive! Because when he went out I used that time for cleaning and doing other stuff around here. Now you want to know why not do that when he’s at home? Do you really want to know or are you just being polite? Because it’s a bitch dusting and vacing with someone giving (un-) helpful tips. Like, why are you doing it that way? Wouldn’t it be easier to do my way (meaning him of course)? Because we all know the DH is mister know-it-all about everything (but TV and movies) so his way has to be better than the way I’ve been cleaning since I was a kid (‘cause my Mom hated to clean so she got me to start doing it as soon as I could drag a canister vac around and spray the pledge).

Whew I didn’t realize I had so much pent it anger about it . . . . . . . . . . . . . this is me slowly breathing in and out trying to calm down and DH don’t tell me I’m doing it wrong. I’ve just about had enough with being bossed around. Like I told him, you’re not my parents and since my Dad is gone only my Mom gets to and he looks nothing like her (thank goodness, how creepy would that be.... shudder) even though he used to put on shoes she left at the back door when he came to visit when we were still dating. It wasn’t anything weird like putting on heels, but yeah it’s weird him wearing her shoes. What it was all about was that he’d have his own tie shoes off, need to go out to his car, and it was easier to slide on her slip-on shoes than tie on his. I know it’s still weird.

I just realized I got totally grumpy at you for nothing at all. I’m going to have to apologize again but this time I have to skip the knee bit since I now have a cat on my lap. So here it goes, I made this graphic because I know it’s just want Andy here wants to say!

Andy's actually laying in the dog's bed (which they hate but won't make him move because their noses know just how dangerous cat nails are). I would never make him stand up and pose like that .... unless he really wanted to....  wonder if there are any cat treats around here?

Cats who love toes or why does my cat have a foot fetish?

Little Orphan Andy, also known as the drooling boy, is the third cat I’ve had since I got married. The other 2 have gone to kitty heaven, at least I hope so ‘cause Merlin was one of those cats you have to wonder which way he’d end up.

Lo’ Andy showed up one day after Thanksgiving hiding in the front yard bushes. He barely looked old enough to be weaned so I started putting out bowls of milk and tuna. Soon he decided he had a good thing, what with the people tuna and milk, so he ‘adopted’ us. Yes I looked for his owner just not too hard ‘cause the little guy was already a real member of the family.

Matty, our lab, was very happy to have a new playmate and even learned how to play and not break Andy or get his eyes scratched out. This is very hard to do. I know from experience having had Merlin just miss my eye when playing. I ran around with a black eye and scratch holes at the bottom for a month. He did the same thing to the springer we had at the time, too. And you wonder why I’m not sure he went to kitty heaven. Maybe he didn’t come from there in the first place. He was one of those cats who like to hide, then jump out, and grab your ankles. He also liked to sit on the basement steps so he could reach thru and grab your head. Nothing like claw holes in your scalp that you have to explain to the person who cuts your hair.

But back to Andy and Matty. Matty is a lab who thinks he’s a small dog who should always be on your lap. Andy also likes to lap surf. As soon as one gets up the other takes his place. Nice when it’s cold but sweat inducing otherwise. Andy has another fav thing to do. The little guy loves to snuggle feet.

Here’s a typical night with Andy. I wake up and think it’s the middle of the night so I’ll be able to pee in peace (not that peeing is war ... unless you have a UTI and then it’s like your body’s having a war all on it’s own and you’re invited whether you want to be or not). Ok back to peeing quick and getting back to bed before I wake up so much my brain won’t let me go back to sleep (it's really mean and prefers to be up thinking and stuff instead of letting my body snooze). Problem is Andy has followed me and flops to the floor, purring loud enough to wake anyone not completely deaf or dead. Though, sometimes I wonder if he could wake the dead ‘cause he’s SO loud I can even hear him through the ear plugs I ‘m wearing (I need them because I have a husband who sometimes sounds like he’s trying to wake everyone in the neighborhood). Then it happens ... he flops on my feet and starts rubbing his head on my toes all the while drooling and purring. It doesn’t matter if I have socks on or bare feet as long as he can get to them. Super weird is that it happens most when I’m on the loo.

Did you know that today is Hug Your Cat Day? I didn’t till I looked at a calendar I have from author Sarah Addison Allen (LOVE her books!). It has all these odd days marked like Hug Your Cat day. I can’t wonder why cat owners have to be reminded to hug their cats. Are we supposed to be, oh yeah it’s hug your cat day again. Gee, it’s been a year since I last hugged my cat so I better get on it.

Andy’s here at my feet purring and drooling so after I get a kleenix to wipe off the drool I’ll give him his official hug. So hug your cat and just not one day a year.