Prodigal Son Returns

As you know from previous posts, Chris and I have mixed feelings about our cats. Unfortunately most of the negative feelings are directed towards Moses and not Mijo. Moses is the one who meows like he is dying each and every morning around 4:30 because he wants to be the the bedroom with us. Since I am allergic to cats, my allergist gave us strict orders to keep the cats out of the bedroom...no exceptions. Moses is also the one who will poop on the floor if he doesn't get his way. Oh, and the throwing up on the carpet a few weeks ago? All Moses. Chris has searched the internet to find a solution. We have grilled the vet with questions only to be told Moses is healthy and everything he is doing is behavioral...figures since Chris and I are both social workers. Anyway, our last resort before shipping Moses off to the humane society was to see if he could become an outdoor cat. That way he could do his pooping and throwing up outside and it would increase his chances of remaining in the family.

Moses did well for over a week. He would go outside mostly when Chris and I were outside. He always stuck close to the house and never ventured off. Then one day he disappeared. He was no where to be found and it created a mix of feelings. There was no poop on the carpet. There was no time spent scrubbing the carpet from throw up. And each morning upon opening the bedroom door, there quietly sat Mijo. Other than the concern for Moses' well being and hoping he hadn't been eaten by a dog, Chris and I were a content one cat family.

That was then.

Chris and I returned late last night from a vacation and as we were driving into our housing complex, I made a joke wondering if Moses would be waiting for us. No joke. There he was, sitting on our front porch meowing his loud meow. Who knows where he was for the past 2 1/2 weeks. We were tired so we let him in, fed him, and began our struggle of what to do. Mijo doesn't seem thrilled to have him back and Chris and I were up in the air about it until the meow of death began around 4:30 this morning. We finally caught up with our neighbor who discovered Moses two night ago. She showed up the bird Moses brought home and had been feasting on. After seeing the bird and giving it more thought, Moses is now back outside where he will remain until we determine his fate...

If only Moses weren't so cuddly. Anyone know of someone who wants a cat?

Life's little frustrations

I am sitting on the couch slightly less frustrated than I was about an hour ago. You see, an hour ago I returned home from having my car towed only to see that my soon to be dead cats threw up on the carpet for the second time in two days. I'm not talking just a little bit of throw up either. I'm talking they walked around the room and thought it would be fun to see mom clean up the entire carpet insead of just a little part of it. One day being on my hands and knees scrubbing was bad enough. Two days was over the top.

Oh, and did you gloss over the part of my car needing to be towed? Yeah, that is how my work day ended. I was on my way to a meeting and the car started jolting. I was on the phone with Chris at the time and he could hear the jolting over the phone. I pulled over and thank the GOOD LORD that he was still at the office. He picked me up, called the Saturn dealership, and we were told the car wasn't safe to drive. We aren't sure what is wrong with it...although Chris thinks it is the transmission...and I am due to drive to Chicago Friday for a convention. Chris is on the phone as we speak trying to determine if our insurance will pay for the tow and if they will cover a rental car.

One more thing. Our dishwashed died two weeks ago. We just got a new one late last week. Gotta love the joys of life. :)

Brownie bites

Christopher and I attended a Cinco de Mayo party Saturday evening and we were told to bring a side dish. Since both of us are sugar addicts, I made yummy peanut butter brownies. Chris had to go to work that day so he left at 5:30 a.m. and didn't get home until 5:15 p.m. After he got back home, he napped while I attended another party thrown by my fitness instructor. Since I knew I wouldn't have time to make the brownies in between parties, I made them before the first party and let them sit while I was gone. However, fully cognizant of our cats predilection for baked goods, I covered the brownie pan with a dish cloth. I was proud upon arriving home from the first party to discover they didn't eat the brownies. Instead, Christopher informed me that they stepped on the brownies.

At least it gave us an excuse to cut out the stepped on pieces and eat them before leaving... :)