I will need to update you sometimes on the perils of living in Lisaville...I wrote this post four years ago and thought life was crazy then. It got worse... so while waiting for the sequel, enjoy some Lisaville thoughts.
Yes, here we are again friends, back in Lisaville as she lives her
fantasy of being a pet owner who never has to de-hair, de-vomit or
de-smell the house because of her pets. Since last we met, Lisa and
daughters did a wild-and-crazy-thing on Christmas Eve (2015) They went to the
Humane Society and brought home two cats. Did she say, TWO cats? What
was Lisa thinking?
Well, after three months of missing her
beloved Siamese of nine years, who had succumbed to old age, she was
missing her feline companion and decided to find another kitty.
So off the threesome went to the Humane Society to "look around' at who
they had. Then a couple of phone calls later to a husband who to this
day declares he just "should have said 'no'" they gave not only one
three-year-old male kitty a home, but another kitten. The 3 year old
was a blond tabby and the kitten a calico. Or so she thought...
Turns
out the kitten was a Maine Coon and at one year old still has two more
years of growth to go. He's almost the size of Watson, the three year
old very furry bassett/spaniel.
I am firmly convinced that
some time during your fifties, while life is speeding past you, your
children are growing and moving out of the house, getting married, and
your job is stressing you out, your brain leaves your body. I mean,
what was she thinking? Three pets in the house? When she was crabbing so
very much about 'THE DOG?"
Now every day is dealing with
not only tons of pet hair, but the kitty litter box of TWO cats one of
which should go outside like the dog does because he just "goes too
much!!!!!" Then there is the running, chasing, bowling over, fighting
over the dog's water bowl, jumping up on the tables, counters, chairs,
sofas, eating phone cords, computer cords, knocking over candles, (unlit
at least)
and did I mention the pet hair?
No one ever
wants to come visit us anymore. don't blame them. Try as I might I just
can't keep hair off the floor, couches, chairs. I wish I could figure
out how to spin cat hair and we'd have blankets for EVERYONE on the
Christmas list. Not that anyone wants a blanket made out of cat hair.
Ugg...
So, in Lisaville, Lisa has officially turned the corner
as she stares 55 down and wonders what her 60's will be like...will Lisa
still have her brain? Will she still have hair? Can she make a wig out
of dog/cat fur? These are the things we ponder in...Lisaville!
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