Tag: Cat

What the Hell is That?

The wife and I have a date planned tonight.  We don’t have actual plans beyond planning to go out.  I got home from work first, changed out of my too big work shoes which are probably responsible for the agony that has returned to my right foot, opened up iTunes and airplay’d Tommy through the television’s sound system, sat down and let the cat start crawling me like a sherpa climbing Everest.

I happend to look toward the front door.

I happened to see out of the little window.

I happened to see the street light outside.

I happened to see that the street light was lighting up falling snow.

What the hell is that?  Snow?  But it can’t snow!  It’s date night and Spring is just a few days away!

Bed Time

This is a nightly thing in our house. When bedtime comes along Patches makes sure she is all comfy on my side of the bed before I get into the room. She’s a little bed thief!

(Note, the music project is over. We are now back to our regularly scheduled avalanche of kitty pictures.)

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Pussy Cat

My beautiful wife and our cat were hanging out together. Into this scene walked a spider. Jen is trying to tell me it was about two inches in diameter, but I was thinking it was half an inch or so. Maybe I’m just taller and therefore further away from it so the perspective is screwy or something.

Anyway, they are sitting there and in crawls this tiny little spider. What does our vicious, savage, killer of a cat do? She runs for the hills. She gets while the getting is good. She gets the hell out of dodge.

What a pussy………………cat.

I came into the room, shoe in hand, to dispatch the interloper and there is Patches. Sitting pretty just outside the door, looking all sad and pathetic. Wow. Some big scary cousin-of-lions-and-tigers you turned out to be.

What the Hell is Up with My Foot?

This is a true story.

Really.

No kidding.

On Monday morning at about 3:45am or so I woke up.  I don’t know what woke me up, but I got out of bed and drained the lizard (pardon the metaphor) and then looked out the window to see if it was still snowing.  It wasn’t.  I then went back to bed and fell asleep right away.

At a little before 6:00am I woke up again.  The alarm had gone off and, while I had a vacation day booked and had no plans to leave the house, I got up to brush the snow off the cars so my sweet wife wouldn’t have to.  As I was trying to sit up I thought to myself that there was something wrong with my foot.  It hurt a little bit.  I then put my feet on the ground and stood up.

Holy Toledo!

Damn, did that hurt!  The pain is on top of my foot, maybe off to the side a little, just South of the big toe.  What had I done to deserve this?  I put on a shoe and it hurt a lot.  I was a little swollen, I guess.  I went outside and did my thing.  My beautiful bride left for work and I went back inside.  I changed into a dry pair of shoes and there was still some pain and discomfort but it wasn’t as bad as it had been.  I think it was because my shoes fit snugly and were offering some nice support.

Last night just before bed I took my shoes off and the pain came back.  Through the night it was bad enough to wake me up a couple of times.  Today at work I have a real limp and it hurts pretty much constantly.

So the question is, what the hell happened during the two hours or so I was sleeping between 4:00 am and 6:00 am?

I think the cat had something to do with it.  I know she’s plotting to kill me.  Duh.  I mean, what else do cats do with their time?  But in this case I think she was messing with me.  I think she performed some surgery on my foot and maybe removed a bone or a tendon or something.  Our cute little Patches is just psycho enough to try something like that.

I’ll keep a closer eye on her from now on.  I’m watching you, kitty.

I’m watching you.