It’s Miller Time

The goal for yesterday was to clean the hell out of the bathroom. We went to Home Depot and stocked up heavy duty cleaning supplies. Tons of them. Oodles of them. I then spent the next 3-4 hours scouring the bathroom like it’s never been scoured before. At least not since we moved in. Success.

Today’s plans were slightly more ambitions. I was to give the same treatment to the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the mud room, and our bedroom. About five hours into the torture it was decided that I could scrap our bedroom from the plans. I was thankful. Shortly after that we had a huge thunderstorm and one section of the basement flooded a little bit. So I removed the bedroom from the plan and repalced it with some quality wetvac time. By around 6:30 or so I had everything done, even throwing in a load of laundry.

The house looks better than it has in a long time. I’m tired and sore and ready to eat a quick dinner and then go to bed. Jen and I will watch a little tube and just relax fora little bit. She even lit a couple of candles in the living room. It’s very nice.

10 mintues after I finshed for the day the cat barfed in the living room on the newly cleaned hardwood floor. Oh, thanks Patches. I appreciate having to clean it again. That’s swell of you. Jen placed the two candles on the mantle over the fireplace so that the cat couldn’t get to them. We just looked over and there was Patches, climing the bookcase, not three feet from a candle. We have never, ever, seen her climb the bookcase before. I think our kitty is pissed off at us for shaking up her world today.

Tough shit, cat. Deal with it. The house is clean.

Lunch Break when Working from Home

Here’s today’s telecommuting lunch break breakdown.

First, pet Patches the HipstaKitty.

Second, grill up a burger and a hot dog for lunch.

Third, add lead guitar parts to two songs on GarageBand.

Forth and finally, post to WordPress.

Kitty Selfie

Another in a long line of kittie selfies.

What the Hell is Patches Looking At?

I was sitting here on the chair hanging with the family when I realized I had a furry little angel on my shoulder.

But what the hell is she staring at?

Feline/Human Interactions

I’ve had two moments today when the cat did something extraordinary. At least it seemed that way to a goofball like me.

Everyone knows that one of the greatest things a human being can experience is having a cat rub against their legs. When your cat rubs against your legs, whether you are sitting or standing or whatever, it makes everything in life a little bit better. It makes up for all the feeding and litter box cleaning. It just makes life happy.

This morning Patches, the wonder kitty, one upped rubbing against my legs.

She rubbed against my back.

I had just come out of the shower and I sat down on the bed to put on my socks. I was still shirtless. Now please forgive me for putting that image in your head. That is not the point of this story, it’s just a necessary fact. While I was sitting there, the cat jumped up on the bed and rubbed the entire length of her body against my lower back. Oh the bliss! The angels appeared from heaven and sang songs of the cat’s glory. It was magical, it was amazing, it was wonderful, it was glorious, it was happiness covered with fur! Then she took a couple of steps away from me, but continued to swish her tail across my back! Oh you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced that. It was sublime! Oh thank you kitty, thank you thank you thank you!

The other moment wasn’t nearly as life affirming, or Earth shattering, but it was interesting and definitely something I’ve never seen before.

I sat down on the end of the couch with my breakfast. Usually when I sit there, the cat will jump up onto the arm of the chair and then climb all over me. That in itself is pretty awesome. Sure enough, the cat jumped off of our bay window sill and came over to me. She did not, however, jump onto the arm of the chair. Instead she just looked at me for a second, dead in the eyes, and then… winked. Twice. Really, I swear she winked. She blinked her left eye once for an instant, opened it up again, and then blinked it again. She winked at me! Twice! Then she casually walked out of the room. Our cat winked at me! She’s a devilish little minx and she winked at me!

Both of these things combined go a long way toward making up for that time last week when she came within inches of barfing on my head while I slept. I get it, Patches. You’re sorry. I forgive you.

Mostly.

Command Decision

I have made a command decision. If I take a picture of Patches, our cat, using the Oggl app I will continue to refer to Patches as the HipstaKitty. OgglKitty sounds lame, and Oggl is still Hipstamatic.

HipstaKitty it will continue to be.