Content Kitties

It’s nice that even when I’m not feeling that great, happy kitties helps to make a happier me. πŸ˜ŠπŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

Normally, Maven wouldn’t have been super stoked to have Maggie sitting that close… w/ her tail even wagging in Maven’s face at times… πŸ˜„πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ but Maven was too sleepy and comfortable to be pissy about it. πŸ˜…


Kind of a blah day today. Woke up late, weather is gray and bleh… still working on whatever my mood’s gonna be for the day. But this always makes my days better… making sure my kitties stay happy. 😊

Looks like Maven has about the same energy levels as me today, eh? 😏

Different Even From The Norm

It’s gonna be a long day. I’m not grumpy, just grumping… couldn’t manage to finish off my day yesterday with a decent night’s sleep, once again because of a mix of weird dreams and nightmares. Just makes it tough to get out from behind the eight-ball when you’re asleep for two, awake for two, asleep for two, etc.

The worst one from last night featured me and a few unknown traveling companions. We had just gotten off of our plane and were trying to find the area in this little abandoned airport, where we were supposed to go in the middle of the night. Nobody there but us… no staff, no other travelers, so we were on our own.

I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but apparently they used guard dogs to protect the airport during the night time hours when people weren’t expected to be there. And not just typical, big, angry guard dogs. There was something wrong with them too. Weird faces, way too many sharp teeth sticking out of all their mouths…

It’s making my chest tighten again, just thinking about this dream, so I don’t think I’ll go into a ton of detail. But I got separated from the group, and each time I’d escape one set of dogs in a hallway, it would be because I went into rooms that had their own dogs in them, and all of them were fast, biting, barking, attacking. I kept the other people safe, but only because they saw what was happening to me, how I was attracting all the dogs, so they were able to be more sneaky and avoid their attention.

But yeah, I got tore up all over… stomach, neck, face, arms, ear… and no matter where I’d turn, there was no getting away from them. Definitely not the type of dream where, once you’ve been woken up, where you can just easily fall back to sleep again. I might have to try switching my sleeping routine, and rather than letting the TV play maybe I should try peaceful music or something, ‘cuz this shit is wearing me out.

C’mon… Really?

I had an afternoon and evening of absorbing all the coronavirus news, and once I settled into the recliner and started catching up on The Bone Collector… *poof* … the power goes out. πŸ˜ πŸ•―οΈ I grab the phone to check the outage map – and there were only 10 houses affected. Across the street is on, up the street where the lawn decoration people live was on… with their St Patrick’s Day lights all lit up… 😏 Could it really be just a few houses on my little block? (It wouldn’t surprise me… for whatever reason, this has happened before.)

I got up, put my shoes on, and walked out back (in the newly fallen snow, mind you… after summer-like weather just yesterday πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ) to see if it was really just ten houses, and right as I did – the AEP truck pulled up to the pole about 50 yards away from me, shined a light on it for about fifteen seconds, and then they left. 😐 Not sure where they went, but the power remained off for about two hours before it came back on.

When I came back in from investigating, I discovered that the beast had stolen my seat. πŸ€” It was getting a bit chilly in the house, so I’m guessing it was partly due to my butt having warmed up the chair… but yeah, she was there and wasn’t going to move. πŸ˜πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

You might have to click the little icon on the bottom right to resize this to fit your screen. But yeah, she plopped her ass down in my seat and obviously had no intention of giving it up. 😸 Of course I wasn’t going to forcefully evict her, so I ended up sitting on the floor and listening to this Dale Jr / Michael Waltrip podcast that I’ve been putting off for a while now. It’s over two hours long, and I’m still only about 3/4 of the way through it, but man… they’ve got some amazing conversations goin’ on. 😊

Interesting evening, for sure.

Comb, Goo, Powder, & Spray

Several days ago I went around the inside and outside of the house, spraying the porches and squirting down “poison barriers” at all the doorways, to kill and/or keep out the spiders, ants, bees, silverfish, etc… and while that seems to have actually worked pretty well, one of the potential pests that I hadn’tΒ thought of managed to make their way into the house somehow. πŸ˜’

I noticed Bubba scratching a little more than usual, but I figured it was just from it being so hot and her fur starting to get kinda long again. But nope… took a closer look yesterday evening when she came and plopped down on me, and somehow she’s managed to get fleas. 😞 Well… fleas are managing to get her. 😿 I didn’t see too many, and with her being mostly white they’re usually easy to spot, so hopefully I caught it somewhat at the beginning. πŸ₯ΊπŸ€žπŸ» And we do go outside for a few minutes at a time now and then, but always with her lazily & happily slung over my shoulder – cuz she’s a priss and doesn’t really care to touch the grass. πŸ™„πŸ™‚

Luckily I still had one dose of that “between the shoulder blades” goo treatment that Genesee suggested, from last year when I had to give her (and the house) the treatment. So I went ahead and completely combed her out, applied the goo while she was distracted with lovins, and then immediately got online to order flea powder for the carpet and flea spray for the other areas and soft furniture. Surprisingly (and I did google it extensively) this type can not only be used on “stuff” but it can be used directly on your critter as well. πŸ˜³πŸ€”

Rather than spraying it on her, which she would of course hate, I’ll probably spray it on one of her favorite brushes – doing the “Don’t worry, nothing going on, nothing to see here…” routine while I squirt and brush, squirt and brush. πŸ™€πŸšΏπŸ§Β And honestly, with the flea goo already applied, once I get the carpet and furniture treated I might not even have to do anything more than get the dead ones and their dirt off of her with the fine-toothed comb that she also already likes. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

Poor kitty. πŸ˜• She can be old and grumpy like me. 😾 Last thing she needs is this annoyance. It’ll be handled.

Today’s Version

While I used up most of my oomph yesterday, goofy here sure is full of it today. 😼 For some reason she loves the smell of hair product. Turns her into a weirdo. If she’s hyper enough, she’ll even attack your head. πŸ˜…

Crazy Cat d00d

She’s probably one of the very few things that have kept me sane lately… 😏

Be warned, there’s almost 18 minutes of clips in this video, but it’s actually a good representation of how we usually get on. I should have gotten a couple more clips showing her actually enjoying her grooming, because she actually does, but yeah… life would be a lot different here without the spoiled beast. πŸ™‚

A regular entry will possibly be coming later this evening…