What, you guys don’t like when I talk about murdering cats?
Oh right, this is the internet. Duh.
I’d like to take my in-law’s outdoor cat for a long swim in the pool… with the cover closed. So is that like, not a good thing?
For the past couple of months he’s been taunting my indoor cat, Kitty, at our living room window. Like literally (I mean literally, literally) sitting at the window every single night meowing and scratching the screen for hours. Now Kitty has his little enclosed outdoor paradise and the other cat taunts him there too. Well Kitty can’t take it anymore and has started marking his territory by the window and front door.
Do you know how hard it is to get that smell out??!!
Also he tries to escape out the door at least 10 times a day. I thought he was just being a little jerk until I looked it up and found out he’s desperately trying to get outside to mark his territory so the other cat stays away.
But seriously, we’ve lived here 5 years and NOW the outdoor cat decides to be an a-hole?? I had to go outside twice last night to shoo him away and we have to keep our front window and drapes closed but he still does it.
Also, it’s the most annoying meow possible… like it really sounds like an evil taunting meow.
TL:DR Can I commit cat murder if it means that my cat gets to live in peace? I mean the other cat is committing a crime soooo….
Buttercup: Stop whining now I mean it!
Wesley Jr.: But I want a peaanuuuuut!!!
I love my doctor. She’s really just the greatest.
When I was pregnant with Tatum we had both our girl and boy names figured out by the time we found out the gender.
This time, I had my heart set on a certain girl name (although we hadn’t really set it in stone since we both felt like it was a boy) but no boy names. None. Not even a list of options.
We know his middle name, since it’s also my dad’s middle name and had already decided on using it last time around. But nooooo first names. Not a single one. And it’s driving. me. crazy.
Like really really crazy. I just want to be able to call him something!! Or at least have a list of options to try them out.
We could probably name a hundred baby girls and our one baby boy is going to be named Boy. Or maybe Dude.
My husband is gone for less than 36 hours. Literally like no time at all. And yet I’m a useless mess.
You’d think we’ve never been apart before but I’m usually the one that goes out of town, not him. I think it’s just harder to be the one at home than the one off on an adventure.
Plus, I have this theory… Being pregnant makes you have the emotions of TWO people. I know, some scientists or whatever say it’s just extra hormones but I feel like it’s two people’s emotions so phooey with science. Just kidding I love science. Not to mention that it makes me sad for Taty every time she hears someone outside and runs to the door saying “DADDYYYYY” and I have to tell her for the 100th time that Daddy went bye-bye.
He’ll be home in like 7-8 hours and then you won’t have to endure my bored-out-of-my-mind ramblings. So look forward to that. ;)
I have a particularly difficult time at night when my husband is gone…
I usually stay up ridiculously late, not having anyone to tell me to come to bed and just not liking the process of going to bed alone (turning off the lights is not my thing)
buuuuut I used to then sleep in really late the next day for the same reason, no one to tell me to get up… except now I have a toddler that wakes up at the crack of dawn regardless of what time I went to bed.
Also, growing a human is exhausting and I have enjoyed some pretty early bedtimes recently, even though it’s meant missing out on watching movies/tv with the hubs. Since sleeping in isn’t an option I consider going to bed early the parent-version of sleeping in.
So basically what I’m getting at here is that part of me wants to go to bed right now, but part of me wants to go veg out in front of the tv until way past my bedtime because, well I dunno, just because.
Yet another part of me feels like deleting this entire pointless post.
TL:DR… I’m delirious and should probably just go to bed. At 9pm. Party animal.
Whenever my husband goes out of town I think of all these wonderful plans to do while he’s gone and then he leaves and I’m just like ………………………………………………….. yeah, no.