Kitty prison

Yesterday, while the gentleman was replacing the front window, I shut the cats in the bathroom to avoid stray cats roaming the highway. I’m sure that, like me, you were expecting loud name calling, fisticuffs and general mayhem with the two cats shut together in such a small space. And that is what happened: for the first 14 seconds. Then, the two cats entered competition mode. Which fuzzy feline could escape the evil vortex of the closed door first?

They were both standing at my feet before I could analyze the grammatical correctness of the previous sentence.

So, I stooped to that age old trick of tying the door knob to something. This is the same ploy used by my sisters when I was little. I never got out, there is no way those little balls of fur are getting out. If it held me, it sure will hold those little hairy little bastards… what the hell is Max doing out here?

Well, I’ll be hornswaggled!

No more mister nice guy. I tied that door knob to the chimney and the pantry and the wood stove and anything else that could be tied to. This time it is fool proof. There is no chance that those two cats were finding freedom. (There is also no way I was getting into the living room, but that is a small sacrifice.)

I admit I should have known better than loaning a Tom Dad’s old slide rule. And carting the chop saw up for their use was over the top. But I was certain; I had no question in my mind. I was the victor: Tom and Max were the losers. As I was double knotting the final piece of cord, I glanced down.

Tom shocked me when he looked up with those big, innocent eyes and said, “Got milk?”

I submit. They are smarter than I am. I shut myself in the bathroom.

The new windows are here!

I think I am in love!

Approximate same views

One work day later!

Some final vistas

Before it all goes away!

Home alone

Okay, this ain’t the stuff that movies are made of, but it has been something of a comedy.

I set a few modest goals for myself:

Water the plants – I did that, well, except the inside plants. Somehow they slipped my mindset… still plenty of time to get those buggers.
Pay the bills – Sounds easy enough, but you try using two computers, two mice, a check book, three ledgers and a snout full of morphine and see how easy it really is…It may be done, it may not. Only time will tell.
Make the donation for Carol – I had to make some executive decisions (the first being do I have the authority to make executive decisions), so it took longer than it should have… done, I have usurped all clout required.
Get rides for Wednesday – Piece of cake… done.
Get rides for Thursday – EEEK!!! You call and ask someone to donate what will turn into a full day… still bags of time to accomplish.
Figure out AFLAC – Do I look like a rocket scientist? (That’s later when I enter my Albert Einstein epoch)... still on the to do list!

But I am well and hanging in there. Temp is under control, blood pressure is acceptable and I am psyched for the rest of the week. Tomorrow they are starting the tree removal, Thursday they are replacing windows and Friday they will finish the trees.

Saturday is all mine!

Honoring Robin Williams

They say that great talent brings great personal demons.

I guess that explains my footloose and happy-go-lucky attitude. I have no talent.

Everyone thought I was stark raving mad

Kind people may have just said, “It is the morphine talking.”

But they are real.

I have fifteen from the set. They are commemoratives of the 1976 Olympics. They have a face value of $20 each and are 23K gold.

Oh, ye of little faith!