Renee lingered in bed long after the alarm chirped. The snooze feature was deactivated because Darlys preferred to perform those duties in her own unique fashion. Renee counted down, 3, 2, 1 here it comes, "GET UP RENEE!" Darlys yelled from the bathroom. Renee emitted a grunt and a prolonged groan.Darlys caught the tail end of that groan and pursed her lips to say for the umpteenth time, "if you don't like it, quit. Another groan followed closely by a sigh. Darlys kneeled down next to the bed, searched under the covers until she found Renee's hand, she squeezed lightly and whispered, "I understand honey, but it will be ok. We'll be ok." Darlys released Renee's hand as well as the topic. Renee would come to a decision in her own time.
This has been going on for weeks now. Each day brings a new frustration. Renee is no longer challenged by her work, yet she is rooted to the place, not just because it is her mom's place but also though she doesn't like what she's doing now, she doesn't know what to do next. She's conflicted and though she won't admit it, scared.
I wrote this some weeks ago for the Weekend Wordsmith prompt that week, but never posted it because I couldn't finish it before the next prompt went up. It still isn't finished but I figured what they hey, I'd didn't want it languishing in draft mode. I suppose I could have deleted it, but no, it shall serve a purpose as being the buffer to yet another CAT post.
This is about the other cat.
The first words out of my mouth this morning (to a human) were, "YOUR cat shat in the dog's bed." Had I been in a poetic mood I suppose it would have come out, "your cat shat on the mat."
But no, poetry wasn't on my mind.
When Buttah does something inappropriate HE is HER cat. Otherwise, he's mine (or our ) loving, lovely orange kitty. This morning he (and his shit) were all hers.
She groaned and asked, "is it soft?"
It wasn't (very) and I told her so adding, "he's cleaning his feet." To which she yelled, "HE JUST DID IT!!?" Another groan.
Buttah hasn't ever done anything like this before and we're hoping it's an aberration rather than a new bad habit. We are routinely quite diligent about cleaning the pans. I'll admit to being a tad slow about it this morning, but they didn't seem that soiled.
I stood corrected.
It would appear that the morning routine might need some tweaking to accommodate the little prince's early morning poo-ti-tude.
Yeah, sometimes BooBoo will pee on her big pillow bed next to the blanket on it (on which she sleeps.) Her kittylitter didnt look THAT bad to me... For this reason I shut the door to her room at night. Not gona have her getting an attitude & doing her thing on the couch, carpet or worse, the bed!
ReplyDeleteCats have attitude. The one time I owned a cat (can't now...Bing is allergic), I used to close the door of my bedroom when I had...um callers. The cat liked to sleep with me and I didn't want him there when someone else was sharing my bed.
ReplyDeleteI finally stopped doing that because nearly every single time I did, the cat would SHIT right in front of the door for one or both of us to step in when we came out in the morning, yawning and not paying attention.
Little fucker.