I hadn't spoken to Mark for three days, but last night I had to call him. It was really pretty nice, the quiet here, just me and my furballs, but it was okay seeing him, too. I had been missing his new kitten-Tonka-and he brought him with him when he came down last night. Tonka is now past the "thank you for saving my pitiful life" stage, and has moved on to the "I am a perfectly normal kitten and I think I will tear up your place" stage. He thinks he is big, bad and tough and tries to take on my very mad overgrown cats, who hiss and hiss and then run the other way when he gets too close.
In the middle of all that commotion that went on for nearly an hour, I was trying to clean up my place, as I have TWO (count them---TWO!!) sisters arriving tonight. I had the highest of hopes that I could get that work done right after I got home from the saltmines, but Janelle and Brodie came by to visit (at my insistence) and after I hoisted him around a few times and laughed and kissed and carried on, I was pretty pooped. I decided I would leave the heavy work to this morning and poured myself a beautiful beer with a lemon and took it to sit on the sofa with me. Somehow, it was knocked over by me, as I was trying to separate two kitties hissing. Over it went on the infamous RED BLANKET that had never been washed but had been de-cat-haired at least 416 times in the dryer. And onto the ottoman and onto the area rug, and from there, the wood floor. How does ONE little twelve-ounce beer look like the Mississippi river running from here to there? A half a roll of paper towels later, most of the mess was dry, if you didn't count my most favorite non-color of any kind t-shirt that I was wearing. I put the red blanket in the washer, along with a couple of towels and a pair of socks that was just waiting there, in the laundry basket. Good heavens, what a freakin' mess. RED CHENILLE threads and lints and pieces of string every frickin' place, and the socks and towels were ruined and the washing machine appeared nearly so...so I used the other half of the roll of paper towels on that mess and into the dryer the whole wet ball of goop went. I have never in my life seen so much lint from one load of laundry. NEVER. I waited until everything was dry, and I got out the vacuum, and went to town. Holy crap. Never ever wash a red chenille anything. Just pitch it, even if your favorite and only grandson loves that red blanky. So, back to the sofa I went, settling down, forget the beer, it's late I'm tired and I just want to sleep. Next thing I know, kitty number one is barfing all over the ottoman, the rug...ugh. Kill me now.
And so it goes.
I am tired this morning, very little sleep last night, and I cannot lift my Brodie as I can hardly move this morning at all. I only carried him a little bit, and I will pay now for days. I still have to finish the housework but I will only do the necessities, and my sis's will have to live with it. Honestly, my place never looks bad, I am just a fanatic.
I am so excited to see my girls tonight. Sometimes only a sister (or two) will do.