Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Something's Afoot...

I suppose it was inevitable.  I knew on some deep, inner level that this was going to be a possibility.  But I took the chance.  I informed all available felines that, with winter approaching, they should be prepared to start sleeping in the bed.  Whatever their issues with one another might be, they needed to set them aside and come up with a plan for spending quality time together.  I need the extra layer of warmth.

The Big, Fluffy Kitty, already a nighttime resident of the bed, had no real issues with this.  She wasn't thrilled about sharing the space with Baby Brother, but adapted fairly well.  The Absurdly Gi-Normous Kitty, in spite of not really having any prior interest in sleeping on the bed for any length of time, was lured in by the electric blanket.  Things seemed to be working out fairly well.  I patted myself on the back for a job well done.  One kitty at pillow level, one at foot level.  Nice!

I was living in a fool's paradise.  I have feet and there was no way that the AGK was going to be able to ignore them forever.  He discovered them last night.  With great joy, I might add.  He pounced, he chased, he gnawed at the slightest movement beneath the comforter.  Finally, he settled down and I breathed a sigh of relief.  However, bright and early this morning, he found them again.  In fact, he pounced from across the room if the degree of impact I felt is any indication.

I needed my rest today.  It may have been a day off and all, but I had stuff to do.  I needed to be at the garage by 8:00 for an oil change and The Talk.  Those of you unfamiliar with The Talk may not realize that I am subjected to it regularly.  It involves a somber-faced person emerging from the service area with a clipboard of some sort who wants to discuss what is currently wrong with my vehicle.  Today's Talk was regarding my brakes.  That's a new one.  I look forward to spending some money on brakes, if only for the novelty of it all.  It is also a relatively minor fix so I'm not going to complain too much.  We don't want The Fates to take note and send down a worse vehicular punishment.  

I also needed to untangle fifty-five miles of yarn so I could start knitting those mitts I said I'd craft up for The World's Greatest Stylist And Life Coach.  That was going to take some concentration.

Note:  The AGK spent much of this process "helping" me.  And when I say, "helping," I mean in a somewhat less than helpful way and one which required my rescuing handspun yarn from his jaws every ten minutes.

Lastly, I have bread to bake.  Baking bread doesn't really take all that much concentration, I realize.  It's mostly about waiting for it to do whatever it is supposed to do all on its own.  But you do have to be awake for that and I can't very well stay in that condition if I am up all night anticipating the next foot attack, now can I?

I realize that there are many solutions to this problem.  I could simply shut the bedroom door.  Of course, the door doesn't shut all the way and the AGK has demonstrated the ability to open it with ease.  I could launch him firmly from the bed with a stern, "No!"  That might be a good way to go.  Except for the fact that he is Absurdly Gi-normous and I do not have the upper body strength to launch my brick of a cat any real distance.

Not that any of it matters.  I could come up with all the plans in the world and I'd forget all about them once he settles down and starts looking all cute.  That pretty much defuses me.




I will then fail to realize that he is simply resting up for another round of foot chasing and yarn eating.  I am hopelessly weak...


Maybe it was just a one time thing.  Maybe he's just all excited about Thanksgiving and the prospect of leftover turkey.  Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system and things will go back to normal.  Maybe...

I need to go bake some bread now.  I ended up knitting mitts and napping all afternoon.  Thanksgiving dinner does not wait for foot chasing kitties with an appetite for yarn.  

SA

11 comments:

Mel said...

I have a hard time believing that you have used the current vehicle for sufficient time to do any damage to the brakes. Or to have exceeded the warranty period if something is indeed wrong.

Knitting Linguist said...

Alas for the food-discovery stage of a cat's life. And for car-repair bills. But Thanksgiving is a good panacea for many ills :)

April said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Sheepie! May your bread rise or sumthin' like that. I'm not so good with the traditional Thanksgiving greetings.

Kath said...

Good lord - I don't even wanna imagine what being pounced by the AGK would feel like! But it is truly amazing how much we can forgive when presented with the cuteness.

trek said...

Two words: water pistol.

For recalcitrant kitties: spray bottle.

Enjoy the fresh baked goodness and remember to score lots of gravy - because there's no such thing as too much gravy!

kmkat said...

I'm with Mel on the brakes and Trek on the water pistol. On the subject of foot-hunting kitties, I have found that one comforter does not provide sufficient protection from claws, but two do. Be warned.

Anne said...

We got rid of the comforter for just this reason and now have a very heavy wool blanket on the bed instead instead -- it is less permeable by 12 paws' worth of kitty claws (saying it that way horrifies me --we actually have 12 cat paws here?!).

Happy Thanksgiving!

Donna Lee said...

So why are you letting him sleep all peacefully? He has feet, play with them!

And I agree with Mel. Your car is not old enough to need new brakes unless you're one of those people who ride their brakes. You know the ones? That forget the gas pedal is on the right and the brake is on the left?

Karen said...

Brakes are an investment. Money well spent for sure.
Happy Thanksgiving!

catsmum said...

I sympathise - I share my bed with Sophie, Oakley and Bear [ I use the term 'share' because 'sleep' is a relative term ... what with two large cats, one weighing in at around 18 pounds, and a puppy ]

No one has discovered my toes yet - knees yes, shoulder yes, nose yes, but not toes :]

Jeanne said...

I agree with Mel: the car is about a year old or less, right? I didn't do brakes on my old Sunfire for about five years. The Mothership is in need of pads and rotors and it's a 2001.

For the AGK, there is only one solution: Steel-toed socks. Or a water pistol. (The socks might be a bit much.)