It’s like a dustball with a cat in it…

And other unexpected stuff that you wouldn’t think of.

I mean the internet. It is kind of like that. You never know what you are going to find, but it usually isn’t what you expect.

Shit, this blog is a perfect example of that. Half the time I don’t even know what I am going to come up with.

I was thinking about this while I was into my nearly 4th hour of cleaning for the open house coming up. I know, who does that right? I mean the four hours of cleaning.

Me.

Ya, that’s right. I am anal. And my house is one big ass ball of animal hair. My dog is little, where the hell does all the hair come from? I am starting to think he is having his buddies over during the day while I am working and bending it on. It really is the only explanation. I blocked the cat door from the outside this morning. Between the partying and the cat sitting on my Mustang, no make that WALKING all over my Mustang… there really was no choice.

I mowed the lawn too, it looks freaking awesome here, someone better buy it quick.

So about the internet.

I am always on the lookout for new blogs and websites to love. I have to say though, that in the hunt for the fun I crave, I find a lot of weirdo stuff.

A LOT.

So what I was thinking about, was like 10 years ago, when I had never been on the internet. What the hell did I do with myself?

Mind you, my kids were way smaller, so that takes up a lot of a girls time. My boyfriend at the time, was always out on the boat, so pretty much everything around the house was done by me, and we had two dogs and two cats.

When I quit smoking I took up the internet, and Mustangs. Both were very new to me and I jumped in head first with a passion to both.

I couldn’t find enough Mustang information, I built my own website, which evolved a lot over the years. Eventually I shut it down and now just have the forum open. I learned tons about html and how to make a site look good and run well. I like to think I have carried this over to my blog.

I have just been wondering, how I learned stuff before I could go online…

Like if I need a recipe, I go online.

How to fix something, online.

Lost manual, find it online.

Porn, online.

Something is wrong with you? Online.

What the hell did we used to DO without the internet?

I guess we ate the same things, never fixed anything, just bought new stuff, didn’t watch enough porn and actually went to a doctor…

Hard to say, it seems like another life to me. I barely remember not having the internet OR smoking. Come to think of it, when I put it that way, I guess I sort of traded one addiction for two others. Oh well, Mustangs and Porn the internet won’t give you cancer as far as I know…I know that neither make me cough, though in various situations, I have been known to gasp for air…

But we will leave that for another post won’t we?

My name is Manky…and I rule the world…

Well it’s not really Manky, it’s Marley, but she is a brat and a bit of a clusterfuck (welcome to my family) so she gets the nickname Manky. I really have no reason to call her that, other than when we named her at first, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what the hell I had called her, so I used to call her Manky, and she would come, like a puppy. Actually she does think she is human, and being a cat…she of course rules the world.

She has some funny habits, like sleeping on my pillow. Or trying to. I won’t let  her. It is a constant nightly battle, THAT I WILL WIN. I have an issue with the cat on the pillow…hell it is the first time I have ever let a cat even sleep on my BED, nevermind on my pillow…

She loves water. Weird, of course. She hangs out in the tub, and the toilet, like willingly, and she looks at me, as if to say, get out of my bathroom and give me privacy woman…

She has now decided that she is a big kitty, and either she has fallen right in at some point, which I have unfortunately missed…or she just figures she doesn’t need to jump all the way up to the seat….but this is her new position on the edge of the toilet…

I am really not sure what she is up too, or what prompted the position, but it’s new and she does it all the time. If I watch and laugh, which of course I do…she gives me the look. I have to say that I have never in my life let a cat get away with what this one does. I love her to bits…probably BECAUSE of her quirkiness. I relate to it, embrace it…thrive on it :) And she loves my William. Double bonus. When he is here, she sloths all over him, and of course makes me feel second rate, as if I don’t exist, cause someone cuter and more affectionate and better has come along.

Well, she might be onto something there I suppose. I can be a bit aloof myself sometimes. I have some kitty qualities of my own. But we both seem to agree that we have a good man in the house …and I totally believe if a man loves your cat and vice versa…you should probably keep him…

So it’s not like there is a choice is there??? Not that I really want or need one…

I am a happy girl, and once again…my broken record plays…life is freaking good….

I am a lucky girl, with a crazy cat that loves my boyfriend and the bathroom…probably in that order…

Blessed I am…in all ways, I am also stupid tired from my job, being back at work is awesome…we are crazy busy and having a blast trying to get it all together in time for the big rush, which is gonna come before we are ready I am sure…

I won’t be posting tomorrow, as after work we are headed to Vancouver, and won’t get there until well after ten…

I will be back on Friday morning…have a wonderful Thursday my friends…

Peace ♥ Out…

Sleep on my head…it’s fine, really.

I went to be early last night. I want to kick this cold, and my ass was beat. Everything was in order when I went to bed, fire stoked, kid snuggled in playing video game, hot water bottle warmed, cough medicine taken and coma soon to follow anticipated. All was well.

And then, at 1:08 AM I was woken up with the most ungodly noise I have ever heard in my life. I seriously don’t even have a clue how to describe it. All I could think of, was that my cat was getting murdered by something.

I live on a fairly big piece of property in a rural part of town, so there is wildlife here. I have deer, occasionally bears, and lots of raccoons, they are mean, and come around fairly frequently. For a long time I never let my cat outside, because of the coons and the fact that there is a busy highway, and my last cat, that for years never went near the road, got hit and killed. She must have got chased by something to make her go out there, otherwise I know she never did.

That was a time I would rather not relive. It was my oldest son’s cat and it was not pretty. It was one of those times in life where I wished I wasn’t single. Dealing with your son’s pain and trying to bury a cat is NOT something I want to do again. It was horrible.

Eventually keeping the cat in, proved fruitless, she is sneaky and determined and was going outside no matter what I thought. She tends to hang out in the back and comes in more than she is out.

Last night she wanted to go out later than usual, so I let her go, knowing she probably wouldn’t be gone long.

So let me paint a little picture here about the ins and outs of my house, I have a basement door to the garage, with a cat door, that is closed for the winter, but the cat door to the outside from the garage is open. So she can get in the garage all the time, but she has to be let in the house. My mini wood pile is in the garage for easy access, right outside my house door, so we are in and out all the time, she comes and goes as she pleases.

Last night when I went to bed, I am not actually sure if she was in. I have had to keep her from coming in my room for a bit, as she keeps me up all night, and is determined to sleep on my pillow, which makes me nuts. So she is banned until I feel better.

So back to the ungodly noise.

I sat straight up in bed and was awake instantly…

In hindsight it was exactly described by this…

‘Twas a quiet Friday night, when all through the house, 

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were folded and put away with care,

In hopes that spring soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her jammies and but not with a cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

gave a luster of mid-day to objects below…

Ya I know, corny… welcome to my life, that is exactly how it felt. So I scream out of bed, terror filling my heart. Seriously. The noise was unbearable, and I had no clue what I could do. I ran, in my pajama’s and bare feet, to the stairs, looking for the cat on the way, nothing…I ran downstairs, still can’t see her anywhere, all I could think of was to run outside and see if I could make whatever was going on stop with noise. I got to the porch and banged on the bbq as loud as I could, clapping my hands, and making a racket, I am sure my neighbors were thrilled. Whatever it was, wouldn’t stop. I seriously had no idea what to do.

Coons are nasty, and the last thing I wanted was to witness whatever was going on, and then be in the line of attack. I am not stupid, even in a comatose, cough medicine induced fog like I was in.

I came back in the house, trying to come up with SOMETHING that I could do…I decided to take one more tour through the house to see if Manky was maybe inside hiding…I couldn’t find her, I went back upstairs and woke Colton up (he had just gone to bed and waking him up was the least of my worries at that point) I asked him if the cat was with him or if he knew where she was, he didn’t know, he would barely wake up…

I decided to make one more tour through the house, I could still hear the ungodly noise, and I my horrible imagination is working overtime…I go downstairs and try to stop the noise one more time…to no avail. As I am on my way back upstairs, with a sad heart and not much hope it is gonna be a good morning, I come around the corner, and there…on the office chair, that sits by the drum set in the family room…is my goofy little cat.

I nearly cried.

She was looking at me like, what the hell are you doing? I was trying to sleep here…..

I picked her up, and took her to bed with me, grateful for all the wiggling around and the sleeping on my head that took place.

I still have no idea what the noise was, I am going to go with the raccoons mating. That is my story, even though it sounded absolutely terrifying at the time…

I can’t find anything with them making the noise that I heard…so I am going with the happy thought until proven otherwise.

And from now on, my cat will be in at bedtime…I don’t think I will survive another middle of the night jammer…

Peace ♥ Out…