It's 4:11 am when I started this post, I am exhausted, so what am I still doing up?!?
The last 2 weeks have been SO crazy! Angelina had mini adventure camp all last week (she loved it!) and this week it has been mini soccer camp (she loves that too!). Throw in a very large jewellery wholesale order (which I have to finish) and 2 B&B wholesale orders (which I'm still working on), dad's appointments (one tomorrow morning and one the following Tuesday), Brad and my blood work this morning, Angelina's best friend's b-day party, my physical last week, a gas contractor guy to come by to fix our pool heater, vet app't for the cat last Fri, stamping night with some girlfriends and a fantasia party this past weekend. Whew, I am tired just from typing it all out! LOL
Oh and someone please remind me NOT to ever book afternoon camps. It's right smack in the middle of the day and leaves you with very little time in the morning and no time in the evening to do anything. UGH!
So yeah, I think once this week is over, I will veg. Seriously. I need some down time.
Looks like our cat Tigger won't be around much longer. I don't know whether to give someone a high five or cry. I generally love all animals, but have a love-hate relationship with our cat.
Growing up, we owned many cats, and I've loved each and everyone of them dearly. But, since the day we brought Tigger home (11-13 years ago as a stray), he has been the most destructive cat I have EVER met! He is currently using the bottom of our kitchen cabinets and the patio door frame as his personal scratching post. D was completely opposed to getting him de-clawed long ago, so he continues to be destructive with his claws. Mind you, this is AFTER he has completely destroyed our couches and arm chair. Next, his teeth. Tigger for some reason likes to chew.
Tigger also LOVES to chew curling ribbon, which the kids bring home whenever they get a helium balloon, or gifts. He's right in there chewing away. Then he leaves a nice pile of curling ribbon ensconced in cat bile, fur and spit. He has also chewed up many of our cables. Heck, I'm surprised he hasn't electrocuted himself already! If it was JUST the telephone cable (which he's gone through more than a few), that would be acceptable because they are cheap to replace. But nope, he's been chewing on computer cables (the main ones you can't replace), D's pant press cable, a small piece of wood at the bottom of a futon that holds the futon in an upright sitting position.
Another wonderful feature about our Tigger is he has no sense of when to stop eating. He will literally eat himself to death if we continually left food out for him. I guess that's the "stray cat" syndrome in him. Try to eat as much as you can when you can find it. So, he constantly meows for food around 1 1/2 hours before his morning and evening meals. Over the years, he's gotten better, but in the mornings, if he hears any indication that you've woken up, he will start meowing and not stop until you've fed him.
Oh yeah, and any live plant or flowers in the house gets taste tested by him. Then the pieces are brought up in nice warm piles of green plant matter, cat spit and bile all around our house. So, I usually tell all friends and family not to buy me plants or flowers. And what is with his urine?!? I swear it is the smelliest thing EVER!! Definitely the foulest smelling urine out of any cat we've owned or anyone I know has owned a cat. I have no clue why it's different, but it just wreaks! His fur sheds continually, which is typical of cats. But, when you love your cat, you don't mind. Even when I have JUST vacuumed, the cat fur tumbleweeds appear almost immediately in our hallway. ARGH!!
As you can probably tell, Tigger and his habits drive me up the wall. That being said, the kids love him and for some reason, they care more for him then the dog. I have no idea why, since Babu is SO much sweeter (well to me anyways) then the cat. I think they will be heartbroken when he is gone. So, I've slowly tried to prepare Angelina (Brad is still too young to understand) for the inevitable day that Tigger will have to cross to the rainbow bridge. I am definitely going to be sad for them...sad that they will be hurting. But, we'll see if I miss this damn cat...maybe just a little, who knows. Funny, because it's me that has to take him to the vet and comfort him while he's getting poked and prodded and in those moments, I genuinely feel something for this hairy beast of ours.
Ok, I have a bunch of orders to complete, so off I go to mix and package.
