Category / cat (pee)

August 28, 2015

Either end

We lay sunggled in bed early morning. Not my husband and I, obviously, but my older son and I. We spoke about not much. The should-be -dead cat tried and failed to settle herself on our lumpy bodies and I lifted her gently and placed her on Steve’s still slumbering form. The transfer took. A moment later she raised herself awkwardly onto bent legs shuddering with an unproductive hack cough and I wondered for about the 2,000th time if her quality of life was good enough to keep things going. Read more […]

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January 20, 2015

If you could just be sad somewhere else

The cat sits in her chicken pose, dreadlocks growing from her jutted out shoulder. Even her good eye is goopy. I cant see her tail stump but I know it, like her deafness, is there. She is not an attractive specimen. Oliver walks slowly from room to room mewling about an assignment he doesn’t want to complete. He usually just puts his head down and gets his work done but for some reason the fictional chef and his good smelling tomato sauce is not inspiring an essay. Steve is traveling again Read more […]

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September 28, 2014

Its sort of funny

Ah- choo. Crap. AHHHH-CHOOOO. Well now I’ve done it. Steve looks at me with sympathy from the bedroom door. He is dressed and ready to ride his new bike to go food shopping. Oliver flat out laughs. “Its sort of funny how you smile and frown at the same time.” I’m sitting on the bed with my laptop trying to spur some sort of post, and now I am going to have to get up and change my clothes and the sheets. Since the new kitten with her less than perfect litter box skills and the Read more […]

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April 7, 2014

Cats never sleep

For the most part he is astute. When he is awake he is tuned into his world. When he is excited, which is lots of the time, he is an endless monologue of upbeat chatter. “Do you like compliments?” (no pause for response) “Because I DO like compliments.” Home sick from school, cheeks red from fever, he asks if his brother is home.”Is Leo back yet? I haven’t heard a door but he should be home any minute. I wonder if the first thing he will do is come and check on me. But knowing Leo that will not Read more […]

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March 19, 2014

Arividerpee

Tomorrow is a BIG day. Simon is moving to his new home. I undersold him as grey, fat, dandruffy, and with the shriveled ear. Plus, I explained. He pees on all of our stuff. I think I might possibly have found the nicest person on the planet because he claims he is “excited” to meet Simon tomorrow. Not as excited as I am. I think there is a fair chance that when he is an only cat he will stop peeing on things. There is also a chance that he won’t. The vet says that a fresh place that has Read more […]

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January 27, 2014

3:46

We are all in here. Steve and I of course, 2 cats and 2 kids. Leo has long smooth breaths, but everyone else seems to be in various states of respiratory unrest. One cat simply snores. Steve tosses and turns, little moans with each move. He has injured his knee at hockey and despite the ice pack, elevation, and advil I can tell that it hurts him through his dreams. Oliver seems to have a cold with a cough that came on tonight. Yesterday he was fine, but in his sleep he struggles to breathe, Read more […]

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January 10, 2014

Not the most flexible property manager…

You know that series of posters that the design dudes did about ridiculous client comments? I want to start collecting them for our Mariners property. On the bad news/good news/relative bad news/relative good news front we still haven’t sold our property. However we have tenants in through June who are willing to VACATE the premises for the 6 bookings I had between now and the summer. Then they move out for the summer. Also relatively good is the volume of inquiries I have had about renting Read more […]

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January 6, 2014

It’s all relative

She sounds like she is being deflated one contraction at a time. Psst. Psst. Like a secret hissing inner tube. I look at her amazed that she has any volume left at all. And that 11 pounds can make SO much noise. Then remember that she is not filled with air. But piss. And vinegar. We have been battling all night. For pillow space, covers, who is on top, it is our nightly dance. I grumble but feel even more annoyed when Steve takes the logical approach and just shoves her off the bed. As many Read more […]

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November 30, 2013

Itchy

Everything itches. And before you start…no its not lice, or anything else lice-like. I’m assuming its not the sometimes fatal rash side effects of my new mood stabilizer. That really would be the ultimate mood stabilizer though…I mean she was feeling pretty bad but look at her now…I can do anything and she doesn’t get upset. (Imagine picture of dead body being poked by vintage yard stick.) The night of gratitude has come and gone. Family and friends and food. Lara and I created an amazing Read more […]

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November 9, 2013

Piss off

His sad grey face is pressed against the bottom pane of the window. It is not quite a meow. More like a bark, croak, yowl. Banished. He doesn’t know that peeing in my face was the last straw. But it was. One of the boys’ favorite stories is from Oliver’s babyhood. Steve was changing his diaper, grabbed his legs together roasted chicken style and bent Oliver’s legs over his face. Steve was a fastidious diaper changer and he ignored the squalking squirming baby as he prepped the diaper just Read more […]

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