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I have spent the last few days utterly alone and devoid human contact, except for one less then 5 minute encounter and a 10 hour work shift. It all started about ohhhh, 9 am-ish on Thursday when I felt my hubby cuddle up against me and give me kisses in half awake sleeping state.  I knew he was saying good-bye, but my sleepy, work worn, number numbed mind couldn’t function at that point, the most I was able to say was “I love you, baby.” and promptly pass-out again.  I did get up several hours later to get ready for my last shift of the week and had plenty of human interaction then… to a point.  One has to work hard and ensure a good paycheck these days.

When I got home about 5 am in the morning from my shift, I proceeded to play Facebook games and watch a couple shows on  I had each one of my three cats take turns snuggling in my lap (Star Baby), on my chest (Charlie), and draped on one arm (Marble).  I did eventually crash in bed for several before getting up again.  I spent some time trying to pull my sleep fogged brain back in to reality.  After which I decided that I was going to be a series of vegetables for the weekend… a radish, a sweet potato, and a turnip… in that order.  Why? I knew I was going to be alone until Saturday night, so I figured I would spend the time being in a lazy, vegetative state.  I did become mildly human around about 3 am to scrap off my car of icy frost for a gas station run for a king size Reese’s PB cups, a bag of Hawaiian Onion chips, and 2 cans of Coke-cola. That’s were my 5 minute encounter came in when the gas station lady asked me the typical questions like “debt or credit” and “you want a bag?”  (Thankfully the girl working wasn’t the former security guard co-worker that’s is working there, else I would’ve been there for a whole day listening to her talk).

At one point late Friday or early Saturday, which ever works for you, I “felt” this presence in my basement, which of course was pitch black.  It kind of creep me out because last weekend Scott had gotten really drunk and was down there for awhile. When he came back up he told me was talking to a “spirit” down there.  Well, I closed the basement door, of course. It usually remains open because it’s all the landing area for the back door.  A few hours later I opened it back up to check the backdoor lock and the “presence” was right there… in the form of my fat, black cat, Charlie! Thank you for freaking your mama out!

I spent Saturday still being lazy, but debating if I shouldn’t do SOME cleaning, but I decided not to.  At this point I was getting mildly lonely and really missing my hubby, Scott. So I waited and waited for him to come home.   About half hour or so before he did get home, all 3 cats started going crazy… dancing up in the windows, meowing at me, attacking each other, chasing each other madly, and so forth.  He comes in the backdoor and they all promptly settle down and look at him in “surprise”, like “were you been?”  Naturally, they got up and started sniffing him, taking in all the outdoor smells… smoke from camp fire, fall leaves, tree bark, cigarette smoke, various animals like deer, squirell, and birds, not to mention the stink of group of men who went unwashed for 3-4 days.

My hubby looked SO tired when he got home from his hunting trip with his dad, oldest brother, and their hunting buddies.  So tired he couldn’t get his gear off and his hands were almost purple.  I took it all off for him, even his stinky socks, then made him a couple sandwiches, and got him into bed.  He told me he did have deer in sight, but it was gone by the time he got his rifle situated.  Even so, one of his hunting buddies, Jack,  got 2 deer and offered him one to take home.  Scott would have but we don’t have the money to pay the butcher ourselves.  They agreed that Jack would take care of it and my hubby would go pick it up from my father-in-law’s later.  Jack also gave Scott a big stick of spicy deer sausage (yes, that sounds dirty, go with it… LOL).

This is my second year being a hunter’s wife.  I don’t mind it one bit.  He gets a guy weekend and I get some extend, mindless “me time”.  At one point this weekend, while searching for a cat, I discovered my hubby had forgotten his hunting jacket, which is one reason he was tired and cold.  I really was hoping he would get his first deer, one a stag. I was going to turn the antlers into something like a candle holder, a light fixture, or a decorative, reusable seasonal piece. Oh, well… next year.  Next year I want to plan my weekend a little better, have extra cash to maybe go to the movies (I was going to go to a local concert, but no funds this time). Maybe I could make it a “girl weekend”… but what I have no clue.

It’s been fun and lazy weekend for both of us, in our own way. Now we go back to being “human” together.

Today, lovely Saturday, has been a day of entertainment for this crazy cat lady…and it isn’t even over!  All three of my fur babies got me with different emotion today.  It all started with a silly anecdote from my hubby, Scott.

This morning Scott went to the basement to do a full cleaning of our three litter boxes. We always keep one empty for situations like this or for emergencies (quarantine a cat for health reasons, etc).  He decided to fill up the empty box with fresh litter since Marble was circling him like a shark.  She promptly went into the litter and took a pee. No biggie, right? Well, she just went freak-o psycho scurrying around in the box in circles, doing flips, and hops (his words) like a demon just up and possessed right then! Suddenly she STOPS, digs a little hole, takes a prissy princess poop into it, nonchalantly covers it up, and daintily walks away!  After my husband told me this story I was rolling on the couch laughing.

Marble inside a plastic drawer organizer...she gets into everything.

Marble inside a plastic drawer organizer…she gets into everything.

Later in the day we decide Charlie needed to have fur shaved on top part of his haunches, at the base of the tail. He’s a bit over weight and has some trouble cleaning himself there.  As a result we have to bath him on a regular basis and try to brush him. He has thick hair, so brushing can be hard.  At times his fur will clump and mat up on use, typically we just snip them off, but they got real bad over the last few weeks because we hadn’t been on top of it.  So we trimmed him down and shaved him!  Poor baby boy…didn’t like that all.  Broke my heart!  After we shaved him, we gave him a bath, making sure to scrub his rump real good.  He has so much dandruff!  I’ve got to do some research and see what home remedies I can do to help with that and maybe a better way to get down into his skin when bathing.  He’s not quite a long hair, but really THICK fur. I never had a cat like that before.

Charlie on his scratch pad. "I'm so cute!!"

Charlie on his scratch pad. “I’m so cute!!”

Star Baby surprised us today.  She is a very stand-offish cat and has NO love for me.  We have no clue why and yes, she’s fixed (as they all are).  We have had for two years now, fixed for one year.  It took me about 8 months from time of being fixed to get her to cuddle in my lap, but even longer for her to warm up to Scott.  Although during these past two years she has shown an undying devotion to feet!  Boy, does she LOVE feet, especially my hubby’s…he’s got that big toe with thick nail that she just enjoys rubbing her ear on and cramming into her ear.  Making love to our feet (as we call it) is her cat nip.  Well, today, she jumped up on the couch between us, settled down, rolled over a bit, and fell right to sleep!  We were in shock, she NEVER does that!  She even let Scott pet her without getting all miffed and angrily strutting off.  YAH! for Star, she’s making progress!

"OMG! My foot, my foot! I love you, foot!"

“OMG! My foot, my foot! I love you, foot!”



First off, I apologize to my readers for not having posted a blog for a couple of days.  I have been spending some quality time with my husband, Scott and reviewing my coupons for a VERY small budget trip this coming weekend (if I’m not still snowed in).

The hubby and I have been playing “Sacred 2: Fallen Angel” on the Playstation 3 (PS3).  We love having two player console games, but have very few right now. If my readers have any suggestions, let me know. We have an Xbox 360 with Kinect, too…with even fewer games.  Some of our quality time has been enforced by bad road conditions due to the snow storm we had yesterday and still snowing today.  The hubby’s Durango has bald tires, so for safety reasons we are not driving any place far.  My Impala has expired plate stickers, so I refuse to risk getting a $120 ticket for it…damn thing costs $99…over $100 with late fee (which looks like I will paying).  The part of our enforced quality time is due to lack of jobs for both of us.  Blah. We are working on finding new jobs, while waiting to hear from unemployment for my hubby and more LINK benefits from the state.  See…REAL tight budget for a family of 3 with 3 cats.

Cabin fever has set in…majorly…and this idiot snow fall has made it worse.  We go through most of winter with barely any snow, then…BAM…decides to laugh at us for a few days. Even so it has been entertaining to some degree. Scott has picked up his acoustic guitar again and practicing.  He uses the computer to look up tabs and has “Rockstar” guitar game for PS3…he can plug his actual guitar into the console and play.  It shows him techniques and other guitar things. Plus, it has a bunch of songs he can learn on it.  Only real issue with it is that his acoustic is really too fat to play comfortably with this game.

Our cats…Charlie, Marble, and Star Baby…have been providing us with endless love (too much at times) and good laughs.  Earlier Marble was drinking water out the bowl we have sitting on bottom shelf of an old television stand we use as a cat feeding center.  There happened to be a marker sitting on the shelf above her.  Charlie jumped off the cat tower sitting right next to the feeding center and knocked the marker off on Marble’s head.  She instantly went psycho and attacked the marker, knocked it up under the old TV stand, and spent 5 minutes on her side trying to get it.  Charlie spent the entire time just looking down at her like “Haha, sis, gotcha, dummy!”  (They are brother and sister from same litter).

Star Baby has been her usual standoffish, weird self.  This cat refuses to be picked up for lovings and will meow at you all day (talking…yes, will respond to you when you talk).  YET, she has a major foot fetish!  She LOVES to rub on feet, especially the big toe.  My hubby’s feet are her favorite since he has bigger toes then I do.  She’ll cram her ear down on his big toes so deeply we joke we can feel her brain.  Now, try to scratch that ear with your hand and she’ll run off meowing you out!

Charlie (aka Buns aka Fat-fat)

Charlie (aka Buns aka Fat-fat)

Marble (aka Princess)...Charlie's baby sister from same litter.

Marble (aka Princess)…Charlie’s baby sister from same litter.

Star Baby (aka Little Girl)

Star Baby (aka Little Girl)

I love my fur babies! I’m SO a cat lady…there is no doubt.

I plan to have another post later today on some other topic…possibly coupons because that is what is on my mind right now.

Thank you for reading.  Hope enjoyed the pictures of my furry kids!