How Do We Do It, Ladies?...(seriously, let me know; I'm losing it!)

It is miserable out there and it's only September. We've been stuck in this pattern since the second week of August and I'm even starting to think it's enough rain already. The temperature isn't nice, either. We went from beautiful 20 Cs to icky 5 Cs and 10 Cs. It's almost time for myself to contemplate foregoing the all warnings and booking in some tanning-bed time. Just a few minutes every other day, does wonders for the psyche. And the tan, of course.

Check Oscar out! I should be so comfortable, g*d d*mn it! (Pretty vulnerable position for a provoking putty-tat.)

He has managed to finally wear on my hubby's nerves (thank frickin' god). That only took forever. He could only take some many attacks to the back of legs. He is, after all, no slinky, anymore. My hubby, that is. So when Oscar decides to hunt all humans, without prejudice, my hubby is in immediate danger of injury. I do not wish him any harm of any kind, yet I can't help but silently laugh. I can't always be telling him to watch out for the mini-tiger, can I. That would be nagging. And I do enough of that, so I've heard. So he's starting to use the "Bottle".-(mentioned yesterday)

Baking, another side-effect to gloomy, cold weather. A need for the filling, hot and hardy dishes and deserts. So I've got a Shepard's pie to make from scratch, an apple pie to put together & in the oven after Shepard's Pie and then hope I can still last till 8pm. Keep in mind I'm up at 4 am every morning, including most of my days off (yes, noise is anything louder than my breathing). So after doing all my deliveries, a few of the daily chores, plan supper, shop for necessities, do Internet/email/blog stuff, I may not be able to focus on much except the inside of my eyelids. I usually force myself to stay awake for a special treat (IE: homemade pie).

...much later. 2 days to be exact, go figure.

The Shepard's Pie disappeared within the first round, changed the Apple Pie to large Golden Cake (frosting optional), and that's holding off the hubby, for now. Oscar is down for the count, and so is my boy, for different reasons. Both will be fine soon enough. The hubby is still in front of the XBox and I have another day in the bag.

I have to go back downtown for the rest of the supplies. Already been out 3 times! If one more person even looks at me sideways just 'cause they're having a bad day, we just might end up sharing that day, if you get my meaning. (Don't make me go back out there. Those people are not nice.)

Not that I except most to notice (it'd be nice..), I did find some quite time, now, to do some blog mukmuking around. Changed some items in the sidebar, upgraded the cool lists abit, hoping for a little input maybe.... Still trying to remember that I wish to label most of my posts immediately. Otherwise, I might seem to be repeating myself.

...another day later.

Got the job out of the way for now; just have to wait for the phone to ring, so have to plan everything-else C-A-R-E-F-U-L-L-Y. First few times, I thought I could get away with going downtown on foot. Bad choice for that particular day. Wasn't able to do everything asked of me. Today was not that day, yet. So going to fire this little piece of mumble jumble with a cute pic off to the masses (hahaha  :)  );  and see what other mess I can spread.

Remember: everybody is a closet-freak about something.

 Trust me, I know

Weeeeeeeeeee!!!...

IT IS 6 AM; I'VE BEEN UP SINCE 4 AM; IT'S MY DAY OFF. Almost felt like yelling, almost.

No photoshop involved; his eyes do glow. I swear!

This is all because of OSCAR, the TERROR.  He's been totally psychotic since 4 a.m. And I'm in the middle of planning rabbit stew for supper (we don't own any fluffies, though...) My hand has been used as a scratching post; my feet have been mauled; the net-book has been attacked 3 times (while in my lap); I've been hunted for the past 45 mins. And Oscar is starting to look damp. (Here, he comes...)

As he takes a break to feed and strategize (I'm watching him, too), I can't help but want to dunk him under the tap a couple of times, like my mom use to do to us when we got out of hand. (What? No. That's not considered abuse, now? Really? OK then.) I'm going to have to up the anti and load up with 'ice' water. After thinking about this 'devil-kitty', I do realize that it's the first time I have a feline without a partner. Usually, my pets come in pairs; it seems to avoid the loneliness during the day and stop the attacks on the humans. Doesn't always work with dogs, though. Dogs get a 'Pack' mentality and bad things happen, trust me. (Chiclet & Sleeves, R.I.P.)

(Oscar does look like this when he gets crazy. I then refer to him as 'Antonio'.)

Oscar is having an identity crisis, which I will probably share later if it evolves. Let's just say that some of his body language is less than kitty-like and more people-like, which can be disturbing, yet you can't help but be amazed when you see him carry on. I promised the men of the house that I wouldn't subject Oscar to the dreaded PROCEDURE until he was around 6 months of age. "To give him some time to experience being a boy," my young teenage son argued. Sorry kid but the date has been moved up due to unforeseen events.

There's no way I'm doing this for another 3 months, people. He's going in for his shots anyways, so we save on the fees and he doesn't have to be traumatized twice. See, it's a good thing. (Just blocked another flying attack from Ninja Pussy. That doesn't sound right, but it makes me laugh, so it stays.) And this place is not big enough..(bare with me...) point and scare, yeah!

I was saying... there's no room or time for a buddy for Oscar. And nobody knows how long Oscar will be residing here, right? Cats like to roam, right? They're natural explorers; free spirits who can feed off birdies, little rodents  - and grass. It's true! Time for more coffee. It's going to be a long day.