I used to joke about staying away from the Three P’s of Responsibility: Pets, Plants, and Parenting. As long as I was free of pets, plants, and kids, my life would be perfect. Then my realtor gave me a houseplant when we moved into our current home and swore that it was one even I couldn’t kill. It was all downhill from there.
Two years later, The Kitten came along, and while I’m not the greatest mother in the world, she doesn’t complain…much. Her father…now that’s a different story. However, we survived her first teenage fit last week when we wouldn’t take her to the rodeo on our night off…remember, she’s only five. By the way, I received another houseplant at the birth of my only child, and both plants are miraculously still alive. So, I think I’ve got the plants and the parenting down, but guess what?
I killed off another pet. Last year, we had the hamsters, Beautiful Sparkle and Foola, who lasted about six and eight months, respectively. Just a few days ago, I introduced you to Sparkly the Turtle, who The Kitten received for Christmas. Obviously, Sparkly didn’t enjoy having her picture plastered all over the web, and she finally gave up this weekend after not eating a damn thing for the past two months. And yes, I did try to feed her! Maybe third time’s a charm on the pet thing? What should we kill get for Christmas this year?
The Kitten and Sparkly are celebrating. You can’t see it, but she is decked out in brand new bootcut jeans and a belt with crosses and hearts outlined in rhinestones, and she’s still wearing the boots she inherited from her cousin a couple of years ago. I’m celebrating, too, although I will stand by my practice of no pictures, please. It might get kinda crazy since I’m hanging out with my sister at the cookoff.
Working at home on a Friday feels like Caturday to me, especially when I come across gems such as this:
“Cats have 26 different forms of facial expressions…23 of which are negative and scary.” Especially when they are Catazon expressions.
Yikes! Skate, Chainsaw, skate!
or if you are me, be careful what you talk about. Before the bout Saturday night, I talked about how I am prone to having accidents at home and how I wanted one of our pets to die. Both of those things happened on Sunday. I broke my right pinkie toe again, and I found the psycho hamster dead in her cage. Spooky.
I don’t remember talking about winning the bout, but we did anyway. Yay! Come watch HaRD Knocks win again this Saturday…same Cat time, same Cat channel.
If you said Catazon must be working on Caturday AGAIN, then you know that would be the only reason why I’m posting on Caturday. It was truly serendipitous that I was working today, because this wonderful post on my favorite celebrity gossip site came across my feed reader. Ok, really the only celebrity gossip site in my feed reader, because hey, I’m not THAT shallow.
Anyway, everyone knows cats rule…dogs drool. I just didn’t have anything better to do at work on Caturday than pass the word. Go, LOLcats!
Every day can be like Christmas if you give the gift that keeps on giving. (And I say that sarcastically.)
Santa brought The Kitten a hamster. Actually, Santa put a hamster house under the tree, and Mommy took The Kitten to the mall to pick out a hamster. We decided on a white hamster with a gray face. She was a very skinny girl who didn’t get that much bigger in the past week. So how did she pop out five more hamsters yesterday afternoon? Hmmm…
Guess that untimely death I was already scheming up will have to wait a few weeks.
