Karma Found Stitch

Today Karma made her way back and found Stitch. Let me explain…

A couple of years ago (in 2007) about a year after Stitch came to live with me I was curling my hair in the bathroom. My hair was still fairly long then so curling it took a good long while. Especially when I had to put hair gunk, and spray and other product prep on it before the actual curling began. Perhaps I brought it upon myself when I decided to put the litter box in the bathroom, but it was really the best place for it to go.

So there I was, curling my hair when Stitch decided that he had to go … and by “go” I mean take a big ole smelly poop. He hopped in his litter box, did his business, all the while watching me. When he was done he did a half-ass job at covering it, looked at me again and sat in the door way.

Oh, the smell, it was dreadful! And the problem was that I was mid-curl and held hostage by my vanity for perfect curls across the room just out of reach of the light switch that would turn on the fan. I shook my fist at him as I held in my breath. He turned his back on me with no regard to my suffering (a move he does very often). Luckily, my sister came to my rescue and turned on the fan and sprayed the room. If only Stitch’s thumbs worked like human thumbs. Maybe he could have at least lit a candle or something.

And today … today Karma came back and got Stitch.

Today Stitch was sitting on the couch. And Baby Jackelyn made her way over to him to pet him. Being a good cat Stitch just sat there and took the petting. But then Jackelyn squatted down as babies do, and started doing her business. Stitch looked at her when the fresh aroma of dirty diaper wafted up to him. Then he glared at me. You know, because I told her to do it near him.

“That’s Karma for you Stitch” I told him. And of course, he stood up, stretched, licked his fur back into place and jumped off the couch. I’m not sure but I think he might have been rolling his eyes at me and muttering “Whatever,” under his breath as he made his way over to the window perch.

I like Karma.

Gordita’s Baby Bouncer Experience

Between the two cats Gordita has been the one that has been the most curious about the baby’s big toys, while Stitch has learned he’s not allowed to sleep in the crib, the travel crib he often get’s some fun batting one of her baby sensory balls around. But Gordita, she thinks she’s a human thus she must give the human things a try.

You already know from the last entry that she’s jumped in the baby swing. She didn’t seem too fond of the swinging motion. Perhaps if it was more of a gentle glide than a fast swing she would enjoy it more. If she had asked I would have put it on setting one for her, but she is way beyond asking for things at her almost 12 years of age.

Today Gordita decided to take a nap in the baby bouncer. Baby Jackelyn (by the way I’m so tired of trying to remember what nicknames I’ve given the children and all their names are in my old blog anyway to might as well continue) discovered her first. I heard a baby squeal of delight and turned away from my computer to the sight of Baby Jackelyn squatting next to the bouncer and a no longer sleeping Gordita.

Baby Jackelyn stood up and started bouncing the seat for Gordita. She must remember how much fun she had bouncing and wanted to make sure that Gordita didn’t miss out on the fun. Gordita turned her neck to glare at me with a look of “Why?” in her eyes. Stitch sat on the window sill looking at the situation and I’m fairly certain he was laughing. He was sun bathing and he seemed to enjoy watching Gordita’s misery from his sunny perch.

Gordita, of course, is trying to redeem herself as a good cat (she had a scratching incident and scared the baby for a while afterward) so she politely accepted the bounce ride. Baby Jackelyn finally got distracted by some other thing (believe it or not some tissue paper on the ground) and left Gordita alone.

Amazingly, to me at least, Gordita decided to continue her nap in the bouncer. Will Gordita ever learn that the baby thinks she’s a cat and only wants her fellow felines to enjoy the things she finds enjoyable? Maybe … especially since I think Gordita is beyond learning the lesson that she’s actually a cat.

Here is a photo of Baby Jackelyn bouncing Gordita, and Gordita giving me the look. I think it’s precious. If you look in the top right corner you can see Stitch’s tail. I couldn’t capture his look of delight.

I Know Why My Cats Sleep All Day

At least I think I’ve stumbled upon why my cats sleep all day. The last couple of nights I’ve had some nasty bouts with insomnia. I’ve spent the last two nights reading in bed. The cats kept coming in to check on me. I’d feel a wet nose, a brush of whisker or would get startled from my reading by a “meow?” I think they kept tag teaming me too because both of them would come in at different times and then disappear again into the hallway.

Last night after reading for about an hour and a half I got really bored and really annoyed with the cat checkups. I figured maybe I ought to give them a midnight snack. I went downstairs and gave each of them a couple of treats. Then I sat down at my computer to peruse though my email and Facebook for a while. Around 1:22am I heard a thud and a squeak. I looked over my shoulder to see Gordita sitting on the baby swing. Her weight got the thing swinging and she sat there lounging in the swing for a couple of minutes. I heard another thud when she jumped out.

Then suddenly, with wild glassy eyes, both Gordita and Stitch bolted through the doorways of the downstairs. They ran through the kitchen, across the covered porch, through the bathroom, through the guest room and into the family room. Once there they would stop, look around and then bolt again. A couple of times they even flopped onto their backs and wriggled and then jumped up again in one smooth, fluid motion.

I wondered if they had a stash of catnip somewhere that I didn’t know about. Or perhaps there was a full moon or maybe the tide was high and I didn’t pay attention to the crazy energy going on. Maybe it’s the opposite for felines. Perhaps they go straight up crazy when the moon is a crescent. Regardless, they were having quite the cat party.

I’ve concluded that this is why they sleep all day. They have to rest up for all the crazy shenanigans they’ll be getting into at night. They also checked on me all night because just like a rebellious teen waiting for the parents to go to bed so he/she can sneak out … the cats wanted to have fun. I guess by night three though of me staying up late they figured that they would just party whether I was there or not.

Here they are ... resting up for tonight's cat party.