Post 649: A thing I learned from my cats…

I had no choice but to go for groceries today unless I wanted to eat macaroni with ketchup for sauce and oatmeal for breakfast, noon and night. This happens when weather or laziness keep me away from the store and I run out of basics, like anything edible.

A trip to the grocery store restored my larder, but left me very tired. Some days are like that for me. I know one of two things will happen: I’ll continue to wear myself to a frazzle because there are too many things I need to get done…or…I’ll take a lesson from my cats.

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[nom~nom~nom~nom~nom….]

"La-la-la-la-la! Doing nothing! Doing Nothing all day!"

“La-la-la-la-la! Doing nothing! Doing nothing all day! See my paw!? Speak to the paw.”

"Doing my sphinx imitation. 'Sphinx' like an Egyptian!"

“Doing my sphinx imitation. ‘Sphinx’ like an Egyptian!”

"Hope you learned something from this."

“Hope you learned something from this.”

“Yeah, Andy. When you get worn to a frazzle, stop, relax, and lick your butt till it sparkles!”

“Ohhh! You humans just don’t get it! Stop and put your feet up, but not on Dougy’s ottoman. You know how pissy he gets about that!”

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47 thoughts on “Post 649: A thing I learned from my cats…

    • This time I listened to the cats and took that nap! They may be careful what the suggest in future, though, because I slept through their regular supper time, and they had to wait an extra hour to get fed…! Oops! Oh well. The boys aren’t fat, but they never miss a meal, if you know what I mean! 😉

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  1. Those boys are great teachers. One of the things I love about this little apt., is that it doesn”t take much to clean it as there is not a whole lot to clean.

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    • That’s what I like about mine, too. Before, I had a regular house plus a driveway that ran 2/3rds the length of the lot.The driveway always had a drift the full length of it when it snowed, and was a miserable thing to clear because there wasn’t any good place to put the snow until you pushed it all toward the front or back end of the miserable thing, which meant you had to shovel the same snow more than once until you got it to a place to push it. A snow blower helped, but only if the snow wasn’t a wet one. Ugh! Glad that’s history!

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