(facebook April 14th)
When I came home yesterday Bella was in her usual spot, on her comforter bed in the living room (shut up … yes, she has her own comforter and apparently she called in housekeeping while I was out to have them turn it down).
This is one of her two spots, the other being on a folded blanket on the futon dresser/done dryer hamper dump spot in the bedroom, and she was in one or the other all winter … until this morning.
I turned off the heat yesterday evening and this morning before I left, I pulled back the blanket (part of the crack house chic collection) that covers the bedroom window looking out over the front yard and driveway and that has a cat seat of hers, one she hasn’t used since last Fall, and I opened it up.
She was back in that window seat quicker than in a flat eared wide eyed mad crazed cat ghost sprint and I could see her still in that spot as I drove up the hill tonight.
Ahhhhh Spring …
(WTF dude!? I finally have my seat and open window back and the first thing I’m looking at is a dog!? A freakin’ dog!? One of those slobbery not cat things from downstairs!? Seriously dude, WTF!?)
(facebook April 15th)
Stopped at PetSmart on the way home tonight because, well, ya know, pets, I got ‘em, so it’s a store that fills needs, to see if they had some of the Fancy Feast “Savory Centers” which I have been lax on re-filling our supply of recently here in Frankenland, lax for the doldrums of cold and just not really wanting to stop and get out of the car as there are plenty of backup of other choices, but that is something, “other choices”, that is none too subtly pointed out to me to be entirely unacceptable with quick snap head turn southern belle-esque dismissive “huffs” (Bella) or immediate swipe-swipe, drag-drag “buryings” (Cricket) of anything else I bowl in front of them from the winter’s stock, even things formerly eagerly lapped at (I think I’ve created a new sad addiction story of “centers heads” like I’m some sort of pusher now).
While I was there though, grabbing two boxes of the “Savory Centers” variety 12 pack, I was taken aback by a sticker on the Fancy Feast shelf of a deal that I couldn’t believe was actually real, especially as PetSmart can be a bit expensive. I mean how did someone in marketing not lose a job over practically giving away the store like this?
I was so torn on the 24-47 can savings or the even more remarkable 48 or more can savings that I just stood there in disbelief as I tried to figure out the math of this possible good fortune in my head (never a good thing that math in the head by the way, decimal points can so easily go awry and can even make ya dizzy).
I also had to consider the “must act now!” nature of this deal as it had a deadline. Would I kick myself for not taking advantage of what was almost a flat out giveaway if I didn’t indeed “must act now!” before May 1st?
Sigh, such a quandary.
But alas, I couldn’t realize these phenomenal savings as none of the possible bulk buy cans were of the cat crack of “Savory Centers” for future broken cat sad stories to be told another time in “centers heads” dark street back alleyways documentaries, just the regular cans of Fancy Feast choices that get huffed at or buried these days.
No, I had to continue being the pusher.
The savory centers pusher.
I’m not proud of it.
But man, if only those pennies …
Tappy tappy tappy stop … tappy tappy tappy stop … over my head, a pitter patter of paws a runnin’ and a stoppin’.
Runnin’? Finally a window down the way opened as paws rejoiced … stoppin’? Only if someone looks up and notices, a comic pause. I’ve been waiting for this and to hark back to the Cat Publication reviews of the play Cat On A Cold Tile Roof and the follow up post Cat On A Cold Tile Roof Too again as I just think they’re funny. I get no greater joy or comfort than to hear cats stepping, running on/over my head. Finally. And I mean that.
(Florida and Handsome from few years ago above my bedroom)
This is Spring.
Bella getting her window back, Cricket the Blind the same in head loll breezes, rolling down some windows and not minding getting out of the car …
… and some of the Celie gang out her bedroom window to run the place and remind that we circle and eventually come out of the cold … and with no “untils”, not just yet.
As part of this tappy tappy tappy stop, I get visitors outside the living room I never living room in, have never even really sat in, it’s Bella’s room, my windows there existing only for the pretty view down the driveway and the fenced in cow field running along it and the horse fenced field at the bottom or the developmented small Poughkeepsie hills in the distance that look so cozy at night, a Bella chair or cat tower or for just this, the sighting of hello’s outside my dust, every turn Spring, from fur that find me brand new, momentarily, on rooftops even though they know me.
Today was Loki, the snake killer, killing Celie in her Indiana Jones-like hating snakes screams of found Loki Spring surprises in her living room, while he lounged self satisfied cleaning himself next to his kill. He is the handsomest of cat, even more handsome than Handsome who is named Handsome for a reason (refer to link to Cat On A Cold Tile Roof Too from above – just try not to be himpmotized when you do).
He poked his head up outside that living room window, and was surprised, as all the others are, for a moment, until he realized it was just me while saying “Hey, I know you right?”
Bella even hopped up and gave him a check, ears spot.
Celie came home earlier right after I had gone downstairs to get something from the car and for a fur head check, no real reason, just a me wanting to count names and look in and she said “It’s finally kinda nice out there”
“I know, not quite as nice as yesterday, a little damp, but I’ll take it”
“Had a visit from Loki outside my window earlier”
“Did he bring you a dead snake?”
“Give him time … freakin’ killer”