Learning about unconditional love and acceptance
While we were in Iowa these two joined the party.
These cute adopted brother and sister made the cold days fly by and the warm days happy!
We went looking for one, but couldn’t split the siblings. They behave just like children. One moment carrying on, the next all sweet as can be.
Don’t be fooled. They each take a turn at instigating shenanigans.
It’s been a long day. We’re a little tuckered out here.
To be expected when you get up at the crack of dawn!
I guess Fudge is either petitioning for his own HGTV Home Crasher show, or he decided that it was time for me to dedicate a post to “cat capers” or something.
Yesterday I heard a distinct “wood” sound from upstairs. It sounded like my son’s drum sticks rolling into each other. I thought the cats were playing with them. It got quiet. I should have investigated. You know, quiet children and all that.
I have a dollhouse that I built probably 25 years ago that is finished on the outside, but not on the inside sitting on a table upstairs. I mentioned the noise to Alex, but then didn’t think about it anymore.
Today, we found the source of the noise.
I am quite sure that the designer is Fudge. He was quite rambunctious as we were removing the pieces from the floor, and seemed to be very excited as we reviewed the handiwork. It seems he didn’t like the placement of the handrails for the upstairs. All little chewed up demolition pieces were thrown out before I realized I should document the process in case the filming crew needed it.
Pansy pranced around the room, probably indicating that she was not a part of the process, and would not have made such a mess. Or it could be she was rehearsing for her own series.
Fudge needs to be reminded at the end of the show, the home looks better, not worse!
The designer got kicked out of the room. His big reveal will have to wait, the door to the room is closed. Filming was shut down.
My breakfast routine has been pretty consistent.
Take one packet of instant oatmeal.
Add one patient cat.
Add one less patient cat.
Any remaining oatmeal will be licked clean.
Sooooo, lady, need a little help making up the bed with fresh linens…..
Oh, you want us to get off?
We think not!
Move along!
Almost every morning begins the dance of “will”.
“Will” I get a few more moments of sleep, wake up on my own, stretch; or “will” the cats (usually Fudge, the male) commence “wake up routine”?
Even though the cats are technically our son’s Alex’s, they find themselves on our bed at night. (Probably because they have annoyed Alex and he has either shut his door or does better at ignoring them.)
Fudge approaches the dance floor by pawing at the covers, beginning at my feet and then generally moving upwards. During colder weather, this isn’t too much of a problem as the covers are thicker, but when the blanket is lighter, I catch a claw sometimes, and oww!
Pansy, always the lady, waltzes around my head and daintily lays down and purrs. This prompts Fudge to see what is going on, and then both cats commence dancing back and forth across my pillow. They will sashay back and forth, perhaps laying down, (plopping might be a better term for Fudge) until he determines it really is “time to get up”.
He then will proceed to poke at my face with a paw. When he first started doing it he jabbed at me and there were times when it was like little punches. Now he is gentler, but the message is still the same. “Hey, look at me, hey, hey, here, here, let’s go.”
If I push him away, he might go away for awhile, however he has been known to go under the covers to nibble on body parts. (Let’s just say he’s chomped on my butt a time or two.)
Alex says “He doesn’t do that to me, he has you trained, he knows once he gets you up then you will feed them.”
True.
Usually however, all that happens around my normal wake-up time, and my body is telling me it is time to get up anyway.
So, the “will” dance is really how “will” I choose to greet my mornings?
Annoyed with the little minxes, or scratch their heads and enjoy their purrs?
I choose to enjoy the purring and their affection.
They are really cute after all.
Just As I Am 