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Crazy kitties (long)
The weather forecast is saying 100% chance of rain here in SW
Oklahoma. I decided to take the day off and not even go pick up the landscaping equipment trailer. Guess it's just as well, since I need to do some laundry, tidy up the apartment a little, and watch the USA men's basketball game this morning. Woke up this morning and started to make the bed. Gave up - Rocky decided he wanted to sleep in and Sammy hopped up on the bed as soon as I got up. I went in to the living room and found LB watching the big screen cat TV - it was an action flickwith lots of birdies at the feeders. Dressed LB in her collar and let her out. Don't worry about, the birdies, LB holds the title of the neghborhood's worst hunter. Started some coffee and went back to the bedroom to get the vacuum. Earned me a dirty look from Rocky and put Sammy on high alert. I decided to start in the living room. Sammy followed me into the living room - any time the suck monster is being used she has to supervise to make sure all her toys stay safe. I vacuumed the living room with Sammy keeping an eagle eye on the vacuum, while LB laid on the patio and watched the birds, and Rocky tried to sleep in. When I finished the living room, I saw that Rocky had given up on sleeping in and was glaring at me from the bedroom doorway. I went to get a cup of coffee as he made his way to the patio door, deciding to make his rounds around the neighborhood before it started raining. I let him out, earning another dirty look, this time from LB. LB hates it when she's patio birdwatching and Rocky shows up. The birds seem to realize that they don't have anything to fear from LB, but tales of Rocky's hunting skills have been passed down through birdie generations. Most flew away, leaving just a few of the braver, or more foolhardy, at the feeder. Rocky decided to put off making his neighborhood rounds and hopped up on a patio chair to see if the birds would forget he was there - or maybe just to irritate LB. I went to get some coffee. When I came back and sat at the computer and glanced over to see LB is standing on her hind legs pawing the door. When I open the door she goes and lays down on the sidewalk and glares at Rocky. Obviously, she wants me to either take Rocky back inside, or tell him to get started on his rounds. I decide to go make the bed, now that Rocky is up and outside, but make the mistake of taking the vacuum with me. Of course, Sammy follows me and jumps up on the bed to continue her surveillance of the sucking monster. I give up on the bedroom for now, and go get some coffee. Sammy sees that the monster isn't going to be used right away, so she follows me and discovers a new toy - the turbo scratcher that was been sitting unused in the corner for months was moved during the vacuuming and is new again. Of course, on the way I have to open the door for LB, who is standing at the door again. I open the door, she turns and walks away. I go sit down at the computer and start downloading new ng messages. I look up and LB is back at the door. I go open the door, having to detour around Sammy who is playing with her new favorite toy. LB turns and walks away. I shut the door and walk back to the computer. I start to sit down, she's back at the door. I go back and open the door - again - and she turns and walks away - again. I shut the door and go sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get up and go to the kitchen for a warm up, come back, sit down, and she starts pawing the door. Go back and open the door - again - she stands there looking at me. Enough is enough, when she turns and starts to walk away I go out and pick her up and bring her inside. I go sit down - of course having to detour around Sammy - and take a sip of coffee. LB is back at the door - now wanting out. I pretend not to see her, and start reading the ng. She gives up on going out, and comes and jumps into my lap to hinder any keyboard use. I finish the new messages and go to get another coffee. I come back to find LB has appropiated the chair. To get my chair back, I go open the door (of course detouring around a certain tuxedo cat who has temporarily whipped the turbo scratcher into submission, and is now napping on top of it). LB hops down and comes stands in the open door, looks out and seeing that Rocky has finally left, decides to go out and wait for the birdies to come back. Now that LB is outside again, and Sammy is napping, I sneak in and finally make the bed. I start up the vacuum, Sammy comes running to start up her suck monster watch. I finally finish the housework and, as I'm putting up the vacuum, hear a pitiful meow from outside the bedroom window. Look out and see the predicted rain has started. LB, who hates to be outside when it's raining, is telling the neighborhood about the heartless soul who has left her out in the rain - nevermind that it's barely sprinkling and she's on a covered porch well away from any rain drops. I go open the patio door, but she just continues to meow from the front door - to get to the patio door she'd have to cross about three feet without any overhead protection from the drizzle. Sammy, who doesn't mind the drizzle, runs outside and invites me to play "chase the cat". I go out, chase down Sam and bring her inside, while LB complains. After Sam and I are back inside, I open the front door. LB comes in and jumps up onto the desk chair. I sigh and go get a folding chair, come back, sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get back up, go warm up the cup, come back and find LB has decided to join Sammy on the recliner. Take the folding chair back to the bedroom, come back and put the turno scratcher back in the corner, and sit down to drink a whole cup of coffee before time to fix lunch. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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Sounds like an ideal morning to me
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Sounds like an ideal morning to me
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Sounds like an ideal morning to me
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"Karen Chuplis" wrote in message ... Sounds like an ideal morning to me I agree wholeheartedly! Charleen |
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"Karen Chuplis" wrote in message ... Sounds like an ideal morning to me I agree wholeheartedly! Charleen |
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"Karen Chuplis" wrote in message ... Sounds like an ideal morning to me I agree wholeheartedly! Charleen |
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So, Steve, if you're tired out by lunchtime, I can sure guess why! Great
story! Christine "Steve Touchstone" wrote in message ... The weather forecast is saying 100% chance of rain here in SW Oklahoma. I decided to take the day off and not even go pick up the landscaping equipment trailer. Guess it's just as well, since I need to do some laundry, tidy up the apartment a little, and watch the USA men's basketball game this morning. Woke up this morning and started to make the bed. Gave up - Rocky decided he wanted to sleep in and Sammy hopped up on the bed as soon as I got up. I went in to the living room and found LB watching the big screen cat TV - it was an action flickwith lots of birdies at the feeders. Dressed LB in her collar and let her out. Don't worry about, the birdies, LB holds the title of the neghborhood's worst hunter. Started some coffee and went back to the bedroom to get the vacuum. Earned me a dirty look from Rocky and put Sammy on high alert. I decided to start in the living room. Sammy followed me into the living room - any time the suck monster is being used she has to supervise to make sure all her toys stay safe. I vacuumed the living room with Sammy keeping an eagle eye on the vacuum, while LB laid on the patio and watched the birds, and Rocky tried to sleep in. When I finished the living room, I saw that Rocky had given up on sleeping in and was glaring at me from the bedroom doorway. I went to get a cup of coffee as he made his way to the patio door, deciding to make his rounds around the neighborhood before it started raining. I let him out, earning another dirty look, this time from LB. LB hates it when she's patio birdwatching and Rocky shows up. The birds seem to realize that they don't have anything to fear from LB, but tales of Rocky's hunting skills have been passed down through birdie generations. Most flew away, leaving just a few of the braver, or more foolhardy, at the feeder. Rocky decided to put off making his neighborhood rounds and hopped up on a patio chair to see if the birds would forget he was there - or maybe just to irritate LB. I went to get some coffee. When I came back and sat at the computer and glanced over to see LB is standing on her hind legs pawing the door. When I open the door she goes and lays down on the sidewalk and glares at Rocky. Obviously, she wants me to either take Rocky back inside, or tell him to get started on his rounds. I decide to go make the bed, now that Rocky is up and outside, but make the mistake of taking the vacuum with me. Of course, Sammy follows me and jumps up on the bed to continue her surveillance of the sucking monster. I give up on the bedroom for now, and go get some coffee. Sammy sees that the monster isn't going to be used right away, so she follows me and discovers a new toy - the turbo scratcher that was been sitting unused in the corner for months was moved during the vacuuming and is new again. Of course, on the way I have to open the door for LB, who is standing at the door again. I open the door, she turns and walks away. I go sit down at the computer and start downloading new ng messages. I look up and LB is back at the door. I go open the door, having to detour around Sammy who is playing with her new favorite toy. LB turns and walks away. I shut the door and walk back to the computer. I start to sit down, she's back at the door. I go back and open the door - again - and she turns and walks away - again. I shut the door and go sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get up and go to the kitchen for a warm up, come back, sit down, and she starts pawing the door. Go back and open the door - again - she stands there looking at me. Enough is enough, when she turns and starts to walk away I go out and pick her up and bring her inside. I go sit down - of course having to detour around Sammy - and take a sip of coffee. LB is back at the door - now wanting out. I pretend not to see her, and start reading the ng. She gives up on going out, and comes and jumps into my lap to hinder any keyboard use. I finish the new messages and go to get another coffee. I come back to find LB has appropiated the chair. To get my chair back, I go open the door (of course detouring around a certain tuxedo cat who has temporarily whipped the turbo scratcher into submission, and is now napping on top of it). LB hops down and comes stands in the open door, looks out and seeing that Rocky has finally left, decides to go out and wait for the birdies to come back. Now that LB is outside again, and Sammy is napping, I sneak in and finally make the bed. I start up the vacuum, Sammy comes running to start up her suck monster watch. I finally finish the housework and, as I'm putting up the vacuum, hear a pitiful meow from outside the bedroom window. Look out and see the predicted rain has started. LB, who hates to be outside when it's raining, is telling the neighborhood about the heartless soul who has left her out in the rain - nevermind that it's barely sprinkling and she's on a covered porch well away from any rain drops. I go open the patio door, but she just continues to meow from the front door - to get to the patio door she'd have to cross about three feet without any overhead protection from the drizzle. Sammy, who doesn't mind the drizzle, runs outside and invites me to play "chase the cat". I go out, chase down Sam and bring her inside, while LB complains. After Sam and I are back inside, I open the front door. LB comes in and jumps up onto the desk chair. I sigh and go get a folding chair, come back, sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get back up, go warm up the cup, come back and find LB has decided to join Sammy on the recliner. Take the folding chair back to the bedroom, come back and put the turno scratcher back in the corner, and sit down to drink a whole cup of coffee before time to fix lunch. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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So, Steve, if you're tired out by lunchtime, I can sure guess why! Great
story! Christine "Steve Touchstone" wrote in message ... The weather forecast is saying 100% chance of rain here in SW Oklahoma. I decided to take the day off and not even go pick up the landscaping equipment trailer. Guess it's just as well, since I need to do some laundry, tidy up the apartment a little, and watch the USA men's basketball game this morning. Woke up this morning and started to make the bed. Gave up - Rocky decided he wanted to sleep in and Sammy hopped up on the bed as soon as I got up. I went in to the living room and found LB watching the big screen cat TV - it was an action flickwith lots of birdies at the feeders. Dressed LB in her collar and let her out. Don't worry about, the birdies, LB holds the title of the neghborhood's worst hunter. Started some coffee and went back to the bedroom to get the vacuum. Earned me a dirty look from Rocky and put Sammy on high alert. I decided to start in the living room. Sammy followed me into the living room - any time the suck monster is being used she has to supervise to make sure all her toys stay safe. I vacuumed the living room with Sammy keeping an eagle eye on the vacuum, while LB laid on the patio and watched the birds, and Rocky tried to sleep in. When I finished the living room, I saw that Rocky had given up on sleeping in and was glaring at me from the bedroom doorway. I went to get a cup of coffee as he made his way to the patio door, deciding to make his rounds around the neighborhood before it started raining. I let him out, earning another dirty look, this time from LB. LB hates it when she's patio birdwatching and Rocky shows up. The birds seem to realize that they don't have anything to fear from LB, but tales of Rocky's hunting skills have been passed down through birdie generations. Most flew away, leaving just a few of the braver, or more foolhardy, at the feeder. Rocky decided to put off making his neighborhood rounds and hopped up on a patio chair to see if the birds would forget he was there - or maybe just to irritate LB. I went to get some coffee. When I came back and sat at the computer and glanced over to see LB is standing on her hind legs pawing the door. When I open the door she goes and lays down on the sidewalk and glares at Rocky. Obviously, she wants me to either take Rocky back inside, or tell him to get started on his rounds. I decide to go make the bed, now that Rocky is up and outside, but make the mistake of taking the vacuum with me. Of course, Sammy follows me and jumps up on the bed to continue her surveillance of the sucking monster. I give up on the bedroom for now, and go get some coffee. Sammy sees that the monster isn't going to be used right away, so she follows me and discovers a new toy - the turbo scratcher that was been sitting unused in the corner for months was moved during the vacuuming and is new again. Of course, on the way I have to open the door for LB, who is standing at the door again. I open the door, she turns and walks away. I go sit down at the computer and start downloading new ng messages. I look up and LB is back at the door. I go open the door, having to detour around Sammy who is playing with her new favorite toy. LB turns and walks away. I shut the door and walk back to the computer. I start to sit down, she's back at the door. I go back and open the door - again - and she turns and walks away - again. I shut the door and go sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get up and go to the kitchen for a warm up, come back, sit down, and she starts pawing the door. Go back and open the door - again - she stands there looking at me. Enough is enough, when she turns and starts to walk away I go out and pick her up and bring her inside. I go sit down - of course having to detour around Sammy - and take a sip of coffee. LB is back at the door - now wanting out. I pretend not to see her, and start reading the ng. She gives up on going out, and comes and jumps into my lap to hinder any keyboard use. I finish the new messages and go to get another coffee. I come back to find LB has appropiated the chair. To get my chair back, I go open the door (of course detouring around a certain tuxedo cat who has temporarily whipped the turbo scratcher into submission, and is now napping on top of it). LB hops down and comes stands in the open door, looks out and seeing that Rocky has finally left, decides to go out and wait for the birdies to come back. Now that LB is outside again, and Sammy is napping, I sneak in and finally make the bed. I start up the vacuum, Sammy comes running to start up her suck monster watch. I finally finish the housework and, as I'm putting up the vacuum, hear a pitiful meow from outside the bedroom window. Look out and see the predicted rain has started. LB, who hates to be outside when it's raining, is telling the neighborhood about the heartless soul who has left her out in the rain - nevermind that it's barely sprinkling and she's on a covered porch well away from any rain drops. I go open the patio door, but she just continues to meow from the front door - to get to the patio door she'd have to cross about three feet without any overhead protection from the drizzle. Sammy, who doesn't mind the drizzle, runs outside and invites me to play "chase the cat". I go out, chase down Sam and bring her inside, while LB complains. After Sam and I are back inside, I open the front door. LB comes in and jumps up onto the desk chair. I sigh and go get a folding chair, come back, sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get back up, go warm up the cup, come back and find LB has decided to join Sammy on the recliner. Take the folding chair back to the bedroom, come back and put the turno scratcher back in the corner, and sit down to drink a whole cup of coffee before time to fix lunch. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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So, Steve, if you're tired out by lunchtime, I can sure guess why! Great
story! Christine "Steve Touchstone" wrote in message ... The weather forecast is saying 100% chance of rain here in SW Oklahoma. I decided to take the day off and not even go pick up the landscaping equipment trailer. Guess it's just as well, since I need to do some laundry, tidy up the apartment a little, and watch the USA men's basketball game this morning. Woke up this morning and started to make the bed. Gave up - Rocky decided he wanted to sleep in and Sammy hopped up on the bed as soon as I got up. I went in to the living room and found LB watching the big screen cat TV - it was an action flickwith lots of birdies at the feeders. Dressed LB in her collar and let her out. Don't worry about, the birdies, LB holds the title of the neghborhood's worst hunter. Started some coffee and went back to the bedroom to get the vacuum. Earned me a dirty look from Rocky and put Sammy on high alert. I decided to start in the living room. Sammy followed me into the living room - any time the suck monster is being used she has to supervise to make sure all her toys stay safe. I vacuumed the living room with Sammy keeping an eagle eye on the vacuum, while LB laid on the patio and watched the birds, and Rocky tried to sleep in. When I finished the living room, I saw that Rocky had given up on sleeping in and was glaring at me from the bedroom doorway. I went to get a cup of coffee as he made his way to the patio door, deciding to make his rounds around the neighborhood before it started raining. I let him out, earning another dirty look, this time from LB. LB hates it when she's patio birdwatching and Rocky shows up. The birds seem to realize that they don't have anything to fear from LB, but tales of Rocky's hunting skills have been passed down through birdie generations. Most flew away, leaving just a few of the braver, or more foolhardy, at the feeder. Rocky decided to put off making his neighborhood rounds and hopped up on a patio chair to see if the birds would forget he was there - or maybe just to irritate LB. I went to get some coffee. When I came back and sat at the computer and glanced over to see LB is standing on her hind legs pawing the door. When I open the door she goes and lays down on the sidewalk and glares at Rocky. Obviously, she wants me to either take Rocky back inside, or tell him to get started on his rounds. I decide to go make the bed, now that Rocky is up and outside, but make the mistake of taking the vacuum with me. Of course, Sammy follows me and jumps up on the bed to continue her surveillance of the sucking monster. I give up on the bedroom for now, and go get some coffee. Sammy sees that the monster isn't going to be used right away, so she follows me and discovers a new toy - the turbo scratcher that was been sitting unused in the corner for months was moved during the vacuuming and is new again. Of course, on the way I have to open the door for LB, who is standing at the door again. I open the door, she turns and walks away. I go sit down at the computer and start downloading new ng messages. I look up and LB is back at the door. I go open the door, having to detour around Sammy who is playing with her new favorite toy. LB turns and walks away. I shut the door and walk back to the computer. I start to sit down, she's back at the door. I go back and open the door - again - and she turns and walks away - again. I shut the door and go sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get up and go to the kitchen for a warm up, come back, sit down, and she starts pawing the door. Go back and open the door - again - she stands there looking at me. Enough is enough, when she turns and starts to walk away I go out and pick her up and bring her inside. I go sit down - of course having to detour around Sammy - and take a sip of coffee. LB is back at the door - now wanting out. I pretend not to see her, and start reading the ng. She gives up on going out, and comes and jumps into my lap to hinder any keyboard use. I finish the new messages and go to get another coffee. I come back to find LB has appropiated the chair. To get my chair back, I go open the door (of course detouring around a certain tuxedo cat who has temporarily whipped the turbo scratcher into submission, and is now napping on top of it). LB hops down and comes stands in the open door, looks out and seeing that Rocky has finally left, decides to go out and wait for the birdies to come back. Now that LB is outside again, and Sammy is napping, I sneak in and finally make the bed. I start up the vacuum, Sammy comes running to start up her suck monster watch. I finally finish the housework and, as I'm putting up the vacuum, hear a pitiful meow from outside the bedroom window. Look out and see the predicted rain has started. LB, who hates to be outside when it's raining, is telling the neighborhood about the heartless soul who has left her out in the rain - nevermind that it's barely sprinkling and she's on a covered porch well away from any rain drops. I go open the patio door, but she just continues to meow from the front door - to get to the patio door she'd have to cross about three feet without any overhead protection from the drizzle. Sammy, who doesn't mind the drizzle, runs outside and invites me to play "chase the cat". I go out, chase down Sam and bring her inside, while LB complains. After Sam and I are back inside, I open the front door. LB comes in and jumps up onto the desk chair. I sigh and go get a folding chair, come back, sit down and take a sip of cold coffee. Get back up, go warm up the cup, come back and find LB has decided to join Sammy on the recliner. Take the folding chair back to the bedroom, come back and put the turno scratcher back in the corner, and sit down to drink a whole cup of coffee before time to fix lunch. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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