In a strange, familiar sort of way, today felt a little like vacation.
I’m babysitting Nicole’s cats while she’s away, and she left me with a ton of fruit, La Croix carbonated beverages, almonds, granola bars and other such goodies.
Oh. Yes. And two fur-babies.
Stitch and Highstreet were adopted three years ago as kittens. Highstreet, the black one, got his name from the street where he was left, abandoned, with his brothers and sisters. He was one snotty nosed, very sick kitty when Nicole took him in. So was Stitch. Both were scared and timid (especially Highstreet!) Now they’re goof balls who will do anything for some love.
Or a game of hide and go seek, for that matter.
Stitch thought it would be fun to hide behind the grill.
We played for a good while until Stitch decided to break the rules by jumping up on the railing of the deck. He knows this gives me a heart attack, but seemed quite pleased with himself nonetheless.
Once I placed him back down, he decided it would be fun to lean off the edge of the deck. Again, giving me a heart attack.
So we came inside, where Stitch decided to play on top of the refrigerator, overseeing the activities of the house.
(Meanwhile, Highstreet was much too busy eating ants to take part in any silly games.)
Yes. It certainly felt like vacation. Walking around the house barefoot, playing with a couple of cats, not a care in the world.
But in all honesty, work had to get done! I have an exam to study for. Jobs to find!
Salads to eat!
- spinach and romaine
- garbanzo beans
- feta cheese
- olive oil
- carrots and tomato
I figured with all the peace and quiet of having the house to myself, I’d get a lot done.
But then, Highstreet had other plans.
Stomping on the paper, nudging my head, drinking my water, and throwing my index cards off of the table.
It’s a good thing I love you. It’s a good thing you’re cute.
QUESTION: Are you an “animal person?” What is your favorite?