Comments (10) That’s normal, right?
Extra credit to anyone who can figure out what movie was playing in the background and tell me how many cat toys are in the video!
(Sorry for the double post. It seemed like Christina and Steven were going to be upset if I didn’t share this video)
We were kind of upset when we found out that Data has been chewing an array of holes in the fleece blanket we leave out on our couch.
But then Steven realized that Data is really just an aspiring fashion designer!
The design from the front…
… and the back!
Now what we really need to decide before Steven starts wearing it in public – should he add a belt?
On a scale of 1-5, how annoyed are you when I write a post about our cat, Data? (1 being “not annoyed at all, I find it endearing!” and 5 being “I am unsubscribing Kim from my reader RIGHT NOW”)
I’ll give it a 3 – “I like it from time to time, but not ALL THE TIME.” Ha ha.
On the weekends, starting around 6:00 am, Data likes to sit next to me and meow constantly into my ear. Then he likes to knock over the garbage can next to my bed. Then he goes to the windows, and bats at the blinds. Then he gets onto Steven’s dresser, and tries to reach into his dresser door to get his glasses out. Then he comes back to me on the bed and starts the cycle over at 6:05 am.
I get it, cat. YOU THINK YOU’RE HUNGRY.
So I had the BRILLIANT idea to get out his automatic feeder to use on the weekends. We fill it up Friday and Saturday nights, set it for 6:00 am, and we blissfully sleep in until at least 8:00 am.
Right.
Data starts whining when he sees us putting the food into the feeder. He finally comes to bed, but then gets up around 3:00 am to go push the feeder all around the house, banging it into things, trying to get it to open. He still comes and meows in my ear, wanting me to open the feeder early. Why don’t I just leave a bag of food on the floor for him?
Even after he eats the food, he acts like it is “extra” food that he found on his own. Finders keepers! “When are you going to feed me again Mommy?!” He’ll sit next to his feeder and wait for someone to walk by and see how pathetic and starved he looks.
So, I never get to “truly” sleep in anymore (Steven sleeps right through all of this nonsense), I have to get up and get this little monster my furbaby to shut up some food.
Don’t you feel sorry for me? No really, don’t you? I am only joking, it’s not a big deal, but I think it demonstrates again, what awful of a mother I would make… getting so annoyed by this…
(Wow. What a long and pathetic post about MY CAT. I think I just upped my vote to a 4 – “I’m on the verge of annoyed and stopped reading after the third paragraph.” I promise something of more substance tomorrow. Maybe.)
It’s been awhile since I’ve done a Data’s World comic. (See previous versions on the “Photos” page – 1, 2 and 3.)
You may recall that Data loves these little squishy balls. We give him one at a time, and he carries it all around the house with him. Everywhere he goes, his ball is there too – in the kitchen when he’s eating, in the bed when he’s sleeping, on the stair when he’s lounging, in the bathroom when he’s, well… you know.
The thing is, he goes through one a day. He chews them all up and destroys them. We play fetch with him with it for awhile, then when we go to bed, he goes to town on his toy ball, and we find pieces of it all over the stairs the next day.
I decided to order some balls in bulk, since he loves them so much, and they seem to make him so happy. Since he normally just chews on it and makes a big mess and doesn’t eat it… I figured it’s not a big deal.
Oh irony of ironies, yesterday, the same day his package arrives, I come home to find green barf all over the place. Nice. Timing.
So… he won’t be playing with these alone. Or maybe at all.
Life
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Cat, cat toys, Data's World
“Where’s Data’s yellow foam ball?”
“I don’t know.” Steven looks up from his book. “I don’t remember the last time I saw it.”
“Hmm. Should I get a new one out for him?” I ask hopefully.
“NO! We need to put some of his toys away before we get any new ones out.”
“But why? They are only cat toys!”
“Because they’re ALL OVER the house and he doesn’t even play with them!”
See what an awful mother I would be?
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Hey, I guess my new book only provides 4 idioms per week! Yeah, should have researched that a bit better. I am probably going to spread them out – Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday… or something like that. (Or just tell me if you think I should get rid of the feature all together!)
Life
| Cat, cat toys, Data, motherhood
Happy Holidays from me and the boys…
… who will probably remain in this position all day long.
We plan to spend the day eating fettucine alfredo, rolls, stuffing, pumpkin pie, and sugar cookies (jealous of our amazing menu?) while watching movies on our new 50″ plasma. It should be a nice, relaxing day.
Happy Holidays to everyone! I hope your day is filled with fun and laughter!
Hi! I'm Kim, a 34-year-old living in Chicagoland with my husband, Steven, and our cats, Khali, Apollo, and Starbuck. I work in the design industry (architecture), follow a vegan lifestyle, am addicted to running, and am an ACE certified personal trainer (working at Essential Fitness, LLC ("Efit"))! I write about a variety of topics, and consider this a "life" blog - a place I can share anything that's on my mind. Please visit the "About" page to get a better idea of who I am! :-)
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