Don't Turn your Back on the Cat

It all started bright and early this morning when the cat decided to climb my bedroom curtains. I rolled over in anguish and despair and fumbled for something to throw at him, but my efforts were futile. He then flew (and I mean FLEW) onto my bed and attacked my feet. I kicked, and the cat ran from the room. So...I decided to lay there and doze. In comes Wyatt, about 10 minutes later, and I quickly pretended to be asleep.

"What are you doing, Mama?" poke, poke, poke.

*grunt*

Poke, poke, poke. "What are you doing Mama?"

And that is how the day began.

Side note: For non cat owners, did you know that cats can bark? I like to feed the birds during the winter (my husband makes terrible fun of me--calls me "the crazy bird lady" and such), and the cat sits on the window sill and barks at them.

Buster, I thought I outsmarted you by covering the thawing hamburger meat and sausage in the sink with a couple of cookie sheets. It was all fine and dandy, until it was actually time to cook. I heated the skillet on the stove and took the cookie sheets off the sink. Went to the fridge, got out the onion, and started chopping. While my back was turned, Buster stole the hamburger meat from the sink of water, and flew over the baby gate with it. Phillip quickly retrieved it. We get our meat from a meat market, so luckily it's wrapped in a couple of layers of butcher paper instead of flimsy plastic wrap, so it was still usable. Dern cat. See, he waits. He is smart. He stakes out the kitchen, and watches, and waits. Waits for my moment of weakness, then strikes. Be smarter than the cat, be smarter than the cat! I graduated with honors, you know. It shouldn't be that hard.

Side note: Are cats part flying squirrel? When they leap, they sort of soar through the air like some wild, crackhead rodent, with their appendages spread and slightly flailing. When it happens at my house, it's almost like slow motion. The crazy cat with his legs and body in the shape of an "X", that wild look in his eyes. Me, sitting in the line of fire, with my lips slowly forming the word, "Nnnooooooo!!!"