Tag: Cats

Vacuuming

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I have a love hate relationship with vacuuming. I actually like vacuuming. I find it relaxing and sometimes ridiculous how much our vacuum picks up.

We have four cats. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of four cats. But when Sam’s mother passed we inherited two cats, that do not get along with our two cats. Its been 3 years and they still don’t get along. But they can all agree on how much they like to shed.

I vacuum almost daily. We are mostly hardwood flooring (or tile, or snap flooring) with lots of area rugs. And those rugs get trampled, laid one and beaten up daily. We spend most of the day playing on those rugs. And when I vacuum it pulls an obscene amount of hair off of them every time.

I didn’t used to think that, our vacuum works well just in normal mode, but I started using the power mode recently. Kills the battery, but like I said, we’re just doing area rugs not the whole floor. And that sucks up a full container of hair every time.

I don’t look forward to vacuuming now. I always think, this is the third, fourth, fifth day in a row, I should stop getting as much dirt and hair. But nope. Still coming.

Cats and Christmas

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Helping me wrap (badly) Sam’s presents.

Our cats love Christmas.

Not because they get lots of Christmas presents, although my mother got them their own stocking for this year. They also got several more springs for them to play with, the only toy they seem to play with lately.

They like anything new, and our Christmas tree is new to them. Never mind that both of them were around for Christmas last year. It’s new, and screams interest to them. Just look where their interest lay in this picture.

The tree is way more interesting than we are.
(yes. Sam is pregnant.)

I think it is because year after year I insist on a real tree, even if it a small one.

This one is our first tree in many years that isn’t a potted tree, rather a small cut one that has a water reservoir instead of soil.

The water reservoir, more than the ornaments, the felt objects or bouncy branches, is what our cats love and visit several times a day.

Better than their water dish or water fountain in the basement.

They both take turns drinking out of the tree water. To the point that I have to refill the water often. Clue, or Little Bit, the cat drinking in the picture above, will drink and splash in the water reservoir.

It make me really want the tree to stay longer, although I know it should go out around this time. They by far want to drink that water over their water fountain in the basement or water dish upstairs.

I’m pretty sure when I take the tree out I’m going to ruin their lives more than our soon to be child will.

Odd

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It may be a little odd, but I occasionally have whole conversations with my cats. Not just the cats though, also with Sam’s Guinea Pigs. They also swear a lot in these conversations. At me.

Like I said. Odd.

Anyways, so tonight when I get out of the shower Oscar is standing on the sink looking at me like he usually does. Since he got worse a few weeks ago he has been more and more cuddly and much more of a follower (he’s always around). When I shower he usually stands on the sink and stares at me through the shower curtain.

When I get out and stare in the eyes this whole conversation plays out. Not in my head mind you, rather out loud with me giving both voices.

Me: Glad you are sticking around Oscar.

Oscar: I’m still sick.

Me: You’re doing better though. That’s cause you’re a Charpentier.

Oscar: I’ve only been a Charpentier for a few years though.

Me: Doesn’t matter. We ignore pain and sickness through stubbornness and will power. The Vet gave you a week and its been almost three and you’re still kicking. In fact you are the best you’ve been in a month.

Oscar: You know it doesn’t mean that I’m alright.

Me: Well duh. Charpentier’s may ignore pain and injuries and sickness up until death or falling over from exhaustion, but we’re not stupid.

Oscar: Sounds stupid when you put it like that.

Me: OSCAR. Its ok, I still love you.

Oscar: Love you too. Now give me some food you bastard.