Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

After yesterday…a fluff piece…

Author: thenicknick

That’s right.  Guess yesterday was  a bit heavy.  The great thing is that as soon as I wrote it and hit publish, I felt soooo much better.  I had purged.  That was word vomit at its finest.  I could sit back and breathe deeply once more.  My stomach was settled.  My nerves were soothed.  My mind was clear.  Ahhh.

And then the phone calls and texts started and I felt soooo much worse.  My mother was convinced that I was potentially considering having some manner of contact with HIM so next thing you know she’s calling in the middle of the day.  Naturally, I answered because it was my mom and that she was calling was a clear indication that someone must have died.  Nope.  Just worried about me.

So for today…a fluff piece.  Something light.  And I can’t think of anything lighter and fluffier than my kitties.  Further more, since I seem destined to become the crazy cat lady, I must now write about my cats CONSTANTLY and refer to them as my babies.  Soon, I shall be dressing them up, celebrating their births, half births, and anniversaries of their coming into the fold.  But for now…I’ll just tell you how the adaptation is going.

Hmmm.  It has gone exceptionally well.  (I know, way to build up to the exciting climax, right?  Clearly I need to work on my denouement.)  Anyway…life in Casa Mia es muy bien.  After Sophie recovered from the initial shock of the interloper…who we named Charlie…she grew rather fond of her.

Next thing you know…they are eating together.  And it would be really cute…except for the fact that the frugal mom in me can’t get past the fact that they are eating together the kitten food that costs over $5 a bag for 3.5lbs instead of the Sophie big girl kitty food that I buy economy sized at Sam’s Club (using THAT card) for $11.  Yeah.  That big bag that hasn’t even been opened will probably be decaying in the pantry before I can convince Sophie to eat it again.  We play a little game similar to the one I used to play with Bishop called…eat that not this!

So far, Sophie is winning.  And I’m the big big loser.  Oh, but we don’t keep score.

Then, I caught them snuggling up together on the couch, and the bed, and the floor.  It was so stinking cute. 

For the record, their favorite snuggle spot seems to be the lounge chair.  And it might as well be, since I’m not using it anymore.  Yes, the lounge chair has lost some of its luster.  Luckily it has easily been repurposed to suit the kitties.  It was also the location of the Sophie/Babbit one night only fight club.  Shhh.  We don’t talk about it.

All I know for sure is that Sophie has done a complete 180 in regards to Charlie.  I caught her grooming her the other day.  Sorry, I wasn’t fast enough to snap a shot with the camera.  And I know how you were just dying for another picture of my kitties.  Even better if I had the kitties grooming.

Something tells me I’ll have other opportunities to catch Sophie grooming Charlie.  She seems to have a gift for getting into trouble and looking completely unrepentant about it.  For a creature that was advertised as being so shy and timid…well, I haven’t seen it.  I have to admit though, we have a gift for making people and animals feel comfortable.  Sometimes a little too comfortable.

For example, until about two hours ago, we had a spider in the laundry cupboard.  It lived in peace with me, dangling from under the water heater.  I named him El Jeffe.  It didn’t mean what I thought it meant.  Oh well.  It’s too late now.  El Jeffe went on the lamb for about a week and reappeared OUTSIDE of his territory.  I have a strict no over the border policy…so I had Keenan squish him.  El Jeffe could have a lived a long happy spider life, but he had try to get all crazy and see the world.  He made it as far as the hall.  I run a tight ship.  I took a picture of him before the mom-sanctioned execution was carried out.  Rachel insisted I have one for his obituary.  Only I’m not writing an obituary.  The picture doesn’t do him justice.  And he left a smear on my wall.  I plan to magic erase the heck out of that. 

See, I couldn’t get to it immediately on account of I was in the process of making ANOTHER batch of fudge.  This one is for Ms. Austin.  She was Rachel’s teacher last year.  And she still hasn’t recovered.  And since I feel responsible…since I did give birth to Rachel, I figured the least I could do would be to keep her medicated with chocolate until Rachel graduates…in 2012.  (You may recall the time I took away Rachel’s ability to speak…yeah, that was because of Ms. Austin’s class.)

Well, I’ll have plenty of time to get all my projects done…I hope.  The kids are leaving today for a week with their father.  And other than the cruise, I’ve never been away from them this long.  As always, I’m sure I’ll stay busy.  When I’m not cleaning spider smears or baking, I will be making egg nog from scratch…yes, there’ll be more recipes in it for you.  And I’ll be reading and writing, wrapping and shopping, working on creating a Christmas Day through New Year’s Day spectacular.  I don’t have much time to salvage this Mother of the Year thing I’ve been working on.  Of course…there’s always next year…

***Please note…no scarlet red satin Victoria’s Secret thongs were destroyed in the creation of this post.  Wish I could say the same for spiders.  RIP El Jeffe 12/17/2009  You may be gone, but you’re not forgotten.

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