Friday, February 24, 2012

Vroom, vroom!!!

Have you ever noticed the noises that little boys make when playing with toy cars? ALL of them make the sound of engines roaring and tires screeching. It must be programmed somewhere in that Y chromosome.

And, it appears that it's not just human little boys who carry the trait. Our little monster was doing the crazy psycho-cat run through the house last night. As he came bounding into the family room his paws touched down on the floor (once), then he became airborne and flew onto the desk and, I tell you the truth, he was making a vroom-vroom noise while creating a wake of destruction.

I'm not sure I'm cut out for this.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Danger lurks in hidden places

I am a quilter and have many comfy quilts on my chairs and sofas. We tend to keep the heat kinda low in our house (to save $$) and so in the evening we all snuggle up under a quilt.

That used to be a comfortable, pleasant way to relax in our home, but no more.

Now we find that danger lies within. Apparently Pumpkin likes to hide under the quilts (stealth kitty). He waits quietly until you are warm and relaxed, unknowing, unsuspecting. And then he zooms out from under the dark confines of the quilt and POUNCES.

It's all a game--no teeth and soft paws, but my poor old heart can't take this too many more times!

Pop goes the...

...rib bone. No, don't get alarmed. Pumpkin is just fine, but I will never be the same (melodramatic music playing softly in the background).

We were playing--having a great time. One of his toys was behind the sofa, out of reach. Any sane half-intelligent person would have walked around to the back of the sofa to retrieve the toy. Not this girl. N-o-o-o-o-o. I leaned over the back of the sofa. Really leaned. But I'm short and couldn't reach. So, did I give up, and walk around to the back of the sofa? Of course not! I leaned some more. Feet higher than head type of leaning.

And then I heard a "pop".

One broken rib, on the left side, directly beneath the underwire.

I'll be fine. It only hurts when I cough, laugh, reach, bend, move, or breath.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Kyla has gained sainthood

Clip art copyrighted by Bobbie Peachey,

How does he do it? Despite the harness with numerous bells attached, Pumpkin continues to be the stealth kitty.

And today, due to his actions, Kyla will soon be canonized--of this I have no doubt. I was IN THE KITCHEN, on the phone and somehow Mr. Stealth got up on the counter, grabbed a stuffed, breaded, boneless skinless (RAW!) chicken breast and retreated with it to his hiding place.

I was totally unaware until I turned around, looked on the counter, and found only one chicken breast where just moments ago there had been two.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

We need Kevlar in the kitchen

Does anyone make sandwich bags lined with Kevlar? Dad reached on the top shelf of the pantry to get his English muffins, and found that the baggie of "tooth chewies" was riddled with holes and chewies were/are all over the shelf. That can mean only one thing--that Pumpkin managed to get on the TOP SHELF of the pantry and tear into the bag.

I'd love to see how he did it.