junk.rat

cooties and cats

it’s an ungodly hour to be up, on a sunday no less, for a night owl like me. but i couldn’t get back to sleep. i had to pee. at 4am. and 6am. and 8am. i know, too much information, but there you have it. i don’t like it myself … usually, i am a ‘dead sleeper’. i may not fall asleep until 3 or 4am, but i’m pretty log-like after that. and slow to rise in the morning. hrmm. maybe pee’ing every two hours is one of those ‘you’re getting old’ things. like gray hair. or looking like your grandmother.

and aside from the bathroom jaunts, chipyoulittlebastard has the all-overs and no one to play with. he’s running all over the house chirping to himself. he runs into the bedroom, across the tops of the low bookcases [knocking stuff over], onto the high bookcase [where he chases his tail until he falls off onto the ironing board], races across the hall into jocelyn’s room, jumps on her glass top desk and slides into the wall…, SMACK! while he’s there, he decides to attack and kill an imaginary spot on the wall about 4 feet above his head [boing boing boing]. when i finally decide to get up, he runs over and starts licking my legs until the plaid pants are on. and then he goes for my toes. and then he tries to kill me as i go down the stairs. he runs to the back door and smacks at the glass where the dog is staring, longingly, into the house. i let her in, she chases him into the living room computer room and proceeds to chew on his head. and all is well in the chirping cat kingdom.

i find it a little odd, that at 45, the word ‘cootie’ so aptly describes some men. icky, touchy, greasy, staring, joke-y [but not funny] cootie-men. i need to have a talk with my daughter. warn her about the cootie-men. they are SO unpleasant. and oogy.

i bought my mother some video professor cd’s. because i care. about my sanity.

now it’s time to pay bills.
and make a grocery list.
and find a goofy picture of my sister.