She Has No Idea

When we carried in the boxes last weekend she probably knew what was coming. She's been through 3 moves with us after all.

Regardless, she was a lap cat on Sunday. That never happens. She likes her space too much. 

You can't tell by the photo, but she was on a pillow (which was on my lap). 

Please note the newspapers and boxes in the background. It's a hot mess around here right now.

Until next time...

Open Letter(s)

Dear Jaycie-

Do you see that green blanket on the floor in the corner of the bedroom? That soft green blanket that we used to couldn't keep you off of? That's yours. I'm giving it to you. Forever. You can sleep there. There. Not on the end of the bed by our feet where you think you should be able to sleep. Not at the end of the bed. You're shedding like crazy. We can't keep you brushed, I'm tired of sleeping in cat hair. Please, reacquaint yourself with the soft green blanket. 

Love,

Your Owner Who Has To Lint Roll The Bed Every Night.

Dear White Blood Cell Count-

Why are you so high? Why am I having to go through countless tests to figure you out? Is it my thyroid? Or something more?  Why are you trying to stress me out? You know how busy I am already, I certainly don't have time to figure you out right now. Fix yourself.

Honestly?

Ashley

Dear Boobs-

Why won't you SHRINK?! For real, I've lost inches (INCHES!) in my waist and hips, but y'all? Y'all are some stubborn bags of fat. I mean, I'm glad I have you and you're there for good reasons and blah, blah, blah...but check yourself. I'm done with being two sizes bigger on the top than on the bottom. You make shopping nearly impossible.

Sincerely,

A Disgruntled Shopper

We Can't Have Nice Things

Honestly? I bet C would let me buy new living room furniture if we didn't have Jaycie. She sleeps 98 percent of the time, eats another percent of it, and the last one percent? The only word I can think of to describe it is RAMPAGE.

She usually takes out all of her energy on our couch. She loves no toy we buy her as much as she loves our couch. 

And then?

One afternoon last week C and I were sitting at the dining table eating and she went on a rampage. She didn't even try to hide it. She climbed the curtains. She's never done that before. And you know exactly what happened...

Curtains. In the floor. I don't care about these curtains too much, and I looked and I didn't see any rips, but really? REALLY?! And I didn't even mention the hole she left in the wall.

I can't really imagine when we have kids. Are they going to be as destructive as our fat cat?

At least she's cute. But I still want a new couch...

It's Back

It. As in, C's baby fever. Yay.

All thanks to this little peanut...

His parents stopped by this morning on their way home from the visiting family. So I finally got to meet him and catch up with his mama! He's adorable.

C talked about the whole baby thing for a while after they left. In his defense, he's also been talking a lot about the ring thing, so I listened.

In other news, our cat is the size of a three month old baby.

Oh dear.

A Letter To Our Cat

Dear Jaycie,

You're cute and all, but please stop sticking your butt in my face when I'm sleeping. I don't like rolling over and getting a mouth full of cat butt in the middle of a dead sleep. Since when do you want to sleep on the bed anyway? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we keep the house around 65 degrees? Go find a blanket. Stay off my bed. Or feel free to stick your butt in C's face. 

Could I please take a bath in peace for once? I mean, who wants to be stared down while trying to relax in a warm bubble bath? And? If you try to jump in said bath with me again and unleash your claws of fury, you may find yourself without claws. Ouch.

You know you get fed every night around 6. So, at 11:45 in the morning when you've eaten all of your food, could you not climb up my leg/race me to the kitchen every time I go in there? It's annoying. And I'm going to trip over you and we'll both get broken bones if that happens.

One more thing, can we please pet your pouchy without being annihilated with teeth? You're a cat. We are your humans. Let us pet you.

Love, 

The One Who Fills Your Water Bowl

Ditto

I feel the same way after the week I've had.

While We're Away

Today, or should I say, this weekend, I have Montessori training. It was supposed to have been back in October but it was rescheduled. 

Bummer.

Anyway, while I'm doing that, and Chris is working overtime, crazy! Jaycie is probably sitting laying at home doing this.

She is the keeper of the Christmas tree.

Honestly? She's done way better with the tree than we ever would have imagined. This is the first year we've put a tree up since we've had her and it's still standing. If anything she was more interested in my awesome new tree skirt more than anything else. But since we've put gifts under the tree, that is no more.

I do think that sometimes she messes with the bottom layer of ribbon because IT. KEEPS. MOVING.

That, or we have a ghostie around here.

So she lays on the ottoman. And doesn't really mess with the tree. My co-worker on the other hand has had to pick her tree off of the floor multiple times, but she has a cat and a dog.

I blame it on the dog.