On someone's $#!+ list

It has been a stressful week or so. My sister in law just got married, and
the damn fool had to do it twice--I mean, two ceremonies in a day, one Sikh
and one Catholic, and two receptions. Her fiance's family was not pleased
with poor, mild Jeff marrying a non-Catholic and non-white, and there's been
a great deal of tension on all sides. I hadn't been posting as much as I'd
like because the little so-and-so's of the groom's family (I do not include
the groom here, a sweet fellow as mild as a sleeping kitten) seemed to have
pressed me into tuxedo duty, including paying for some of the formal wear,
the cheap little... and this is a family with an income in the high six
fugures, the cheap...but no, I run the risk of digressing.

A cat can feel the stress surrounding its innocent body, can probably feel
the bad vibes through its little pads. And one of ours certainly did. I know
the kids have been having consistently good litter habits, and this hasn't
happened before or since...the morning before the wedding I woke up early
and found a big coil of You Make Me Mad lying right in front of the water
dishes.

We had it coming. I had been a royal bitch the previuos few days. I did not
like getting myself tossed in the ring without knowledge or consent to do
things of which I have no knowledge. The only thing I know of tuxedos is
that two of my cats were born wearing one, and I get thrown into
formalwearland to pay for the damned things. I had a great time explaining
to the electric company why I was going to be late with my bill. Louie was
running around doing rehearsals and setting up, and he came home with a
prickly attitude. Weddings are always a family affair, but they are
especially so in Eastern cultures, and the poor kids had two to do in a day.
Louie and I were on each other quite a bit, and I'm afraid the cats had had
it by last Friday. They elected one of them to let us know how they felt
about our behaviour. Our $#!+ty behavior. We had it coming, and we're
humbled.

Blessed be,
Baha

--

Three thousand years ago,
cats were deified in ancient Egypt.
To this day, they have not forgotten.

I'm so sorry to hear you've been going through such stressful times.
Calming purrs and hugs for you and your family,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Singh" wrote in message
...
It has been a stressful week or so. My sister in law just got married, and
the damn fool had to do it twice--I mean, two ceremonies in a day, one
Sikh
and one Catholic, and two receptions. Her fiance's family was not pleased
with poor, mild Jeff marrying a non-Catholic and non-white, and there's
been
a great deal of tension on all sides. I hadn't been posting as much as I'd
like because the little so-and-so's of the groom's family (I do not
include
the groom here, a sweet fellow as mild as a sleeping kitten) seemed to
have
pressed me into tuxedo duty, including paying for some of the formal wear,
the cheap little... and this is a family with an income in the high six
fugures, the cheap...but no, I run the risk of digressing.

A cat can feel the stress surrounding its innocent body, can probably feel
the bad vibes through its little pads. And one of ours certainly did. I
know
the kids have been having consistently good litter habits, and this hasn't
happened before or since...the morning before the wedding I woke up early
and found a big coil of You Make Me Mad lying right in front of the water
dishes.

We had it coming. I had been a royal bitch the previuos few days. I did
not
like getting myself tossed in the ring without knowledge or consent to do
things of which I have no knowledge. The only thing I know of tuxedos is
that two of my cats were born wearing one, and I get thrown into
formalwearland to pay for the damned things. I had a great time explaining
to the electric company why I was going to be late with my bill. Louie was
running around doing rehearsals and setting up, and he came home with a
prickly attitude. Weddings are always a family affair, but they are
especially so in Eastern cultures, and the poor kids had two to do in a
day.
Louie and I were on each other quite a bit, and I'm afraid the cats had
had
it by last Friday. They elected one of them to let us know how they felt
about our behaviour. Our $#!+ty behavior. We had it coming, and we're
humbled.

Blessed be,
Baha

--

Three thousand years ago,
cats were deified in ancient Egypt.
To this day, they have not forgotten.