“Have I ever told you about the Bucket trio?”
NO?
Well you see one day my daughter and her lovely husband...(then fiancée) were walking in our backyard when they heard a faint noise that got their undivided attention.
As you might know about me, I own a part-time Gem Mining business, so it is no surprise that I save every bucket I can find.
Well, drawing towards the sound, the kids approached my many buckets stacked up behind my shop.
They soon discovered that one of the buckets had fallen over and started filling with rain water.
Some-how three tiny un-weaned kittens had fallen into this bucket.
Two had managed to drag themselves out but the third was still trapped and faced drowning.
My daughter...(who by the way works in veterinary medicine) ...rescued all three babies and kept them; especially after she discovered that their mother had died in the backyard. (An obvious malnourished stray, may she "rest in peace").
My daughter nursed and raised these lucky to be alive kittens and we now have three unique cats living in our household.
The only female is named Spearmint. I think we should have called her Princess, because she reminds us daily that she is the center of our universe. She has her own toys and bed, and seems to tolerate my presence for the most part. She sucks-up to my hubby continually and even follows him into the bathroom when he takes a shower. Good thing I am not the jealous type uh? LOL
Our fuzzy gray boy is named Brace. I call him nipples. All he did for months and months when I held him was search my arms, neck, hands, shirt, for a nipple (and NO I never showed him where one actually was). The poor thing must have been so traumatized losing his mommy at such an early age. He is very vocal and can carry on a meowing conversation for several minutes convinced we understand every word he has said. Ironically, we usually can.
Then there was the last baby, Cinder. He was the one in the bucket of water the longest. My daughter named him Cinder because he is so accident prone, however I just call him my Goofy. You can do anything to this cat and he is Happy-go-Lucky!
Despite having the same mommy, none of these siblings favor in anyway, and despite their obvious different personalities, they can be quite entertaining most days.
Now before I get into my dilemma today, let me also fill you in on our resident pooch. Her name is Candy and she is a very elderly, somewhat senile, yet still sweet black lab. Once upon-a-time she was a very energetic dog, but now-a-days, she only sticks her head out the front door once a day to bark one time, thus letting our neighbors know she has done her guard doggie duties, before she slinks back into the living-room for yet another all-day nap. Some days I can empathize with her state of retirement. You know “tired now' and “tired later” therefore we are “re-tired”.
So...add this crazy mix together and what do you have?
Well let us bounce back to my previous post.
Combing my hair!
I took every piece of advice I received after this post...(except for yours Aunt Nancy because bald is not a good look for me these days...lol) and I tried again to comb out my mile-long hair.
Yes, I'll admit that the conditioners and products mostly suggested to me to use helped somewhat, yet I still feel this task is rather taunting. (hence me screaming, crying and stomping my feet)
So...This morning, again, I am combing out this 22 foot long, thick mop.
I find myself performing this task sitting in my computer chair with my head bent over and my heavy-duty trusted comb in hand.
I start the repetition of ritual hair pulling only to see Brace smearing at me from the couch.
I ask him, “What are you smearing about?” and he starts his vocal meow translation to let me know he is glad I now also have “hair hairballs”.
I quickly remind nipples, (I mean Brace, since calling him nipples embarrasses him now that he is much older and wiser) that my hairballs are not spit up and left on the floor. DA!
So Brace, being the diplomat that he is, decides to jump up on Spearmint's bed to wake her and ask her for an opinion.
Spearmint then looks at me with an accusing glare, blaming me for her early “wake-up-call” thus reminding me that she needs her beauty sleep so that she is refreshed and ready to flirt with my hubby when he gets home from work.
I decide to let "bygones be bygones" and continue to comb through my hair. Remind you now that this task is being performed from my spinning computer chair?
I am rather happy with myself as I have gotten past the first tangle when “BAM” something hits my chair and spins me around and around. I feel deep in my heart that I am a bit old for a free amusement park ride so I try to pull myself together long enough to see where this bomb actually hit.
Looking down at me from under my chair is none other than Cinder, AKA: Goofy.
I exclaim; “Goofy, what are you doing?” and he proceeds to show me his playfulness by trying to climb up my hair. I swat at him to get him to let me finish my task of combing, and this only makes him more determine to slap my hair.
I am finally at the point where I am about to give up getting my hair combed out when out of the blue, Brace jumps Cinder, chasing him through the house. This in turn riles up Spearmint and she decides a game of "Cat and Mouse" might be fun about now and joins her brothers in the chase.
I resume my combing when I realize that these crazy yet brave cats have decided to use poor Candy as a diving board.
Well old dog or not, Candy is not thrilled at all with this new game.
She jumps up from her napping spot and commences to place her head on my lap.
This definitely hinders my combing.
I look at my old pooch and she has that look.
You know the LOOK.
The one that implores you to do something. NOW!
I declare, she can communicate entire paragraphs with that look.
That look says, "Mom, can't I be an only pet?" "I know a dog who can get rid of the bodies for just a few doggy-bones. No-one ever has to know. I hear a cat-free house is the thing these days."
So; I know about now, you are dying of suspense...(or possibly boredom) and you are wondering?
“What did you do?”
Well hold your horses and I'll tell ya!
I threw the comb on the dresser, wrapped my tangled head up in a scarf and decided to play with my rambunctious critters. After-all, life is about Cats and Dogs isn't it?
Debbi
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