I am SUPPOSED to be cleaning my house and baking granola bars and folding laundry...
I DID sleep until nearly eight o'clock, which is three hours after my normal rising hour...
I DID get my hair colored. My hair has gotten so long that this ordeal has turned into such that I can not plan to accomplish anything else for a good hour and a half while I'm diligently coloring my grays...
Instead I must sit in my Grandmama Dolly chair and read a book...
I'm pretty sure God wanted me to have dark auburn hair instead of dark brown with silver highlights...
After washing that gray right out of my hair I decided I'd better tackle the mountain of laundry that has overtaken my living room...
I was in Popcorn's room putting new sheets on her bed, complete with an electric blanket. That girl is seriously attached to climbing into a toasty warm bed when the first sign of chilly weather is here...
That girl is also wearing shorts and a tank top and it's a whopping 60 degrees outside...She's "not cold," but I guarantee you she will be nagging me to crank up the thermostat when it's time to climb in bed...
Anyhoo, Popcorn let Oliver in the house as I was making up her bed. He sauntered down the hall, fluffy black tail swishing back and forth. He sat on his haunches and gave me a good long glare. I continued to work...
This disgusted him, so he let out a long, plaintive "mrrrroooow..."
I looked at him and said, "Give me a minute here Flufferpants. I'm putting fresh sheets on the bed for you and your servant Popcorn."
He laid down and continued to watch me with narrowed eyes and tail swishing lazily from side to side. Of course he made sure to thump his tail each time it hit the ground so I would understand the level of royal offense he was feeling...
I neatly tucked the blankets in, complete with hospital corners, fluffed the pillows and gingerly picked His Royal Fluffyness up to put him on the freshly made bed...
"I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please refrain from grooming yourself right now? This bed is nice and fresh, and I'd appreciate if I could go one day without spying giant tufts of fur all over it."
He sniffed and swished and sniffed and swished...
He eventually hopped gingerly down on the floor NEXT to the bed and dismissed me...
At least I'm taking it as a dismissal. It could be disgust that I'm not doing something about the mounds of clutter in this bedroom...
Either way, I'm staying out of his way for the near future...
Oh, and I've decided that every single post must have excessive dot dot dots, just so my Gentle Readers may understand that I have not completed one single thought, but my brain is racing ahead of me anyway...
And now I'm off to run around like a mad woman straightening the house lest my husband show up and think I'm not deserving of the title "Trophy Wife."
5 comments:
You haven't felt displeasure until you've incurred the displeasure of a cat. ;)
The dot-dot-dot is called an ellipsis, by the way.
I like dot dot dots, or as they are also known, elipses. I think. But what do I know?
So what about it if I'm a librarian and an English major and totally forgot that dot dot dots are called ellipsis?? My mind is full of other vitally important information such as the fact that the Partridge family only aired for four years! Why do cats think they are royalty and humans were sent to serve???
You are a servant to your animal kingdom......believe it or not.
Next to the ! my favorite form of punctuation is the ...
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