If my luck holds…

What IS it with my life?? I mean… seriously. I am having an absolutely fantastic dream and it all goes…Well… :P is a good word for it…

Not to many nights back, I was all snug in my bed, with cabana boys dancing in my head (HEY! Did I just write that???? OOPS!) and one of those dreamy lovely brown eyed hunka hunka burnin’ loves leans in ~ The smell of garlic fills the air…

**ZOINK BIFF CUH-RAASH**

Wait… WHAT? Garlic?

**Confusion**

Half asleep, I smell even MORE garlic.

OH! he is getting CLOSER! YES!

**GAG** OMG NO!

Go AWAY! You are KILLING ME! AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

**thrash, toss blankets, whine, hit lamp, knock it over, more crashing**

“MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOWW??”

“WHAT do you WANT you stoopud CAT??”

“MEOOWF?”

**wave of garlic smell**

**sigh**

Only in MY dreams does it go from lovely brown eyed hunka hunka burnin’ man to four legged fur ball that gets up on the counter to eat the tops of the garlic starts…

**sigh**

If my luck holds, maybe viggo will come through here next week and whisk me away from all this…

**snort**

hey… I can dream can’t I???

~:-)

Dratted Cat

On the days we get up to go out to pee (dog, not me… it isn’t THAT backwards up here) and the sky is gray and the wind is howling ~ we always seem to have “one of THOSE days” ~

Blue Dog doesn’t like the cold. She pees and comes running back to the door before I can close the thing ~ we get inside, I ask if she wants to go out, she looks at me like I am on crack ~ but she REALLY REALLY (I judge by fart noises/smell here) has to go back out.

I finally tell her she can’t go out, and and it dawns on her little blue brain that she really has to poop too…she decides that she MUST GO NOW…

When it is the least bit blustery outdoors, there is no sniff for the perfect spot, she just runs out and dumps.

**KAWOOOSH**

and back inside for her morning kibble.

Little Cat, being rousted from her bed by the dog, is grumpy, and swings at the dog with open paw ~ dog is to far off in la la land to notice, but it makes the cat feel better.

Usually. Some days though, the cold and dreary start puts everyone in a bad mood. Me? I just turn on the kettle, and get my tea cup ready (yes, NO COFFEE) (ARGH!!) and by the time my toast is up, the kettle is hot ~ tea steeps while I butter the toast… (DROOOOOOL)

I go to sit down in my chair ~ L.C is already in it. I sit down anyways… and she slaps me across the backside and stalks off grumbling kitty curses under her breath.

Still grumpy, L.C stalks to the dog and slaps her.

Dog fails to notice.

Grumpier still, L.C stalks to Big Cat ~ and ~ turns about and slaps the dog again just for good measure.

After the poor dog makes the yelp noise the cat requires to be in a better mood, L.C come back to my lap to share my tea and toast…

All is right with the world.

Until I get up to get on with the day.

Then we repeat the grumpy scenario allll over again.

Many times.

dratted cat.

~:-)