CATS

Not everyday is going to be a good day. That's a given. Yesterday just sucked, and why bore people
with the details of how it sucked when they have problems of their own. It's all so unpredictable. Let's move on to today.

Every morning at 3:00 AM, two of our cats, Merle the male, and his sister Callie, vomit.  That's right vomit. Welcome to your new day folks, here's a little present,  now get to work. They generally vomit on the floor next to the bed so that when someone gets up to clean it they can step in it. Geri usually gets up and cleans it up with paper towel and a spray bottle of simple green. We often have difficulty finding the spray bottle  because we leave it at the last vomit site. They also vomit during the day, but the 3:00 AM vomit is a given. I should say that a good day at our home is when none of  the cats vomit.

Last night because I couldn't sleep Geri decided to retire to the office/spare bedroom. I like to watch TV before I sleep. The drone of the television makes me drowsy. Of course the TV satellite went out, par for the course of the day. This left Geri's side of the bed open. She had her dog Westy with her in the office, I had Frida, my dog, and the cats with me.

At 3:00 AM again, like fucking clockwork, Merle decided that Geri's side of the bed was a good place to dispel the remains of his stomach right out to the bedspread. These daily episodes always elicit  a barrage of foul  language from me. Once up I investigated and there were two other areas of the house where Cal and Merle decided to deposit their stomach waste. More paper towels, more simple green.

The reason this whole little daily ritual occurs is that the cats want to be fed at 3:00 AM  they vomit the excess  digested food, so they can stuff themselves with more goodies. I should also mention that if Callie doesn't get wet food she will make our lives an utter nightmare. Likewise, if we don't feed them, they will not let us sleep, jumping on the bed, sitting on our chests, head butting, and caterwauling like drunken hillbillies until they are fed.

It's difficult enough for old humans to get to sleep, but once we're awake it's even harder to get back to sleep.

I love cats. I love Merle and Callie, and I take care of cats and dogs for a living. I'm not giving up my day job to become a blog writer. But, I am tired of hearing about a) how clean cats are b) how independent they are, c) how much wiser they are than dogs.

Before I wrap this up, I should mention we have another cat in our home. His name is Zeus. He was a feral Manz cat. He is Merle's best friend and cuddle buddy, the cleanest of the three cats, the healthiest, and the least trouble. He never vomits. He's also a lover boy.

Our cats are old, almost 16. They've had a good life here, and they have given us many precious
moments, but we won't replace them when it's their time. We will stay with them, care for them, feed them, pick up after them ever morning, and comfort them all the way till the end. We won't replace them though. I like to sleep.

Remember, life is what happen in between meals.

That's it today.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

Food consumption;

Breakfast; black tea w/honey, yogurt, granola

Lunch; pinto beans and rice

Dinner; smoked salmon, Irish cheddar, a handful of cashews, black tea w/honey

Exercise; 5 miles walkinghiking