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| Wednesday, April 12, 2006 |
| More Complex then Women |
I don't understand cats, and the more I think about it I don't think I'm meant to. On those few nights were I hop online to check various in-boxes and message boards. Only a few minutes pass before a fluffy Siamese named Simon hops onto my desk and proceeds to either chase what ever moves on my screen, tries laying down on my keyboard (which gets my pc to yell at me) or he does his best to lay down on my right arm (that would be the one used to move the mouse.) He also tends to favor just standing in front of me which blocks my view of the monitor. When I look over my shoulder there's his friend Dobbie, just sitting next to my TV watching me and then looking to my bed.
Every night it's the same things, they swarm me till I crawl into bed. Then what do they do? Leave my room, it's like they're putting me to bed or something. Oh and if Dobbie hops up (he's my 3 year old), crawling all over me trying to find a place Simon (my daughter's 1 year old) will hop up and curl up into a spot on my shoulder. Then once Dobbie lays down to clean himself Simon hops up and trots out of the room . . . that or he'll try stealing my pillow, which he tries to do by laying down on my face causing me to adjust to prevent inhaling fur.
When it's time to get up they once again swarm me, following me back and forth between my room, the bathroom, kitchen and any where else I happen to wonder during my morning routine. You'd think it's cause they're hungry, but each morning I wake-up to find food and water still in their dishes . . . . I'm puzzled. Think I'll end-up staying that way to. All I know is that they cuddle with me from time to time, and it puts a smile on my face. I suppose the meaning behind all that other stuff is just water under the bridge. |
posted by Heidi @ 11:19 AM  |
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