Wednesday, December 06, 2006

When the human's away...

Sometimes I go home for lunch and every cat in the house is seemingly in the exact same position they were in when I left for work. There's a peaceful, languorous feeling enveloping the house. They look up at me when I greet them, yawn and go right back to sleep. I'm so jealous--why can't I spend the day napping in a sunbeam?

Other days I come home to a house strewn with uprooted plants, scattered, broken tchotchkes, closet and cabinet doors pried open for some undoubtedly nefarious purpose (seriously--what do they need from the medicine cabinet? floss?) and a general air of chaos.

Guess which kind today was?

Mantra for the day: I love my cats, I love my cats, I love my cats. (Repeat as needed.)

7 comments:

Jasclo said...

ha! i often think i should send the cats to work so i can spend a day lounging around like the do.

mine -- they sleep when we're not home, thus saving up their energies to wreak havok and create mischief when we return.

georgeious said...

yes yes yes, we love the zoo. we love the animals even when they barf on our shoes. we love them even when we just want to pee and they just want to walk around and trip us on the way there. we love them when they have to put up with us getting back at them, too! :)

Yez said...

Like jasclo's, ours sleep all day so they'll have the energy to walk on our shins and bite our eyebrows at night, while we (try to) sleep. Skruf also took time out from his day-long naps to hunt down and sever all undefended shoelaces.

Be thankful you don't have a beagle who raids grocery bags and consumes entire packages of English muffins :>

3carnations said...

We got two beagles from the animal rescue. Shortly after we got the second one, we came home to see the trash can overturned and the trash spread throughout three rooms. It was terrible and hilarious all the same time. We then started keeping the trash can in a cabinet, and it never happened again. She sure taught US a lesson. Unfortunately, she passed away this year. We all miss her terribly.

lizgwiz said...

Well, all was calm just now when I went home for lunch. Which means they're saving it up for later, I suppose. And yes, I'm thankful that my 86-pound dog (NOT a beagle, obviously) has outgrown all his naughtiness and just observes. I think beagles are adorable, but have never desired to own one. We had one when I was a kid, but after a bit too much destruction, my parents sent him to live on a farm. No, really. Not a euphemism, I promise! We lived in a small town and DID know farmers.

And truthfully, I'm thankful for each and every one of my critters, even when they're being bad. I've lost several in the last few years to old age and hideous illnesses, and I miss them so much--bad habits and all.

Yez said...

3C: laughing through tears for you :-} Sammy (who has calmed down considerably, at age 10-in-January) once stole & consumed most of my daughter's (6 oz?) bag of... wait for it... chocolate-covered coffee beans. Sammy was about 2 at the time, and we weren't wise to her stealth and increased reach - I think this how we discovered she could jump up on a bed. ***PSA: Dogs and cats should NEVER have chocolate, and coffee is not at all a good idea***

We were horrified, when we weren't doubled over in fits of laughter. Sammy was fine - no barfing or unnatural events on the other end - but she ran at double-puppy-speed for about 12 hours!

lizgwiz, I'll have to look for accounts of your 86-lb Observing Dawg :-) I just wrote a fat para about Sammy here & realized that it's most certainly blog fodder, so I have wrenched it away from you and filed it in blogbackburner.txt :> Appearing soon in a blog near you!

lizgwiz said...

yez, Sammy sounds like most excellent blog fodder!