Sunday, January 10, 2016

The Ways Of Cats And Chickens

Here's the picture I got this morning from Lily. Our sweet little girl child.

It's almost noon and I just finished breakfast. I stayed in bed longer than I needed to, luxuriating in the feel of the sheets and comfort. I had seriously horrifying dreams which had taken on a new twist that leaves me baffled to think about. I honestly had no idea that I harbor such thoughts in my head. I don't want to talk about it nor do I even want to think about it.

Let's move on, shall we?

So last night before we went to bed I had a stern talk with Maurice.
"Listen," I told her. "If you don't start sleeping with me a little more often, the treats are going to disappear. Do you hear me?" Of course this made me sound like some selfish old sugar daddy but I didn't care. I don't ask much of that cat. Just a tiny bit of affection now and then.
Although she appeared neither to hear me nor to care, she was waiting by the bed when I got ready to get in it last night and then she did hop up to lay beside me. I was thrilled! And so I began to pat her, to stroke her furry softness and she did that thing which seems to translate into, "And now I will slash your hand with my razor claws and bite you with my razor teeth to show you how much I love you!"
She doesn't actually pierce the skin. Well, mostly not. Just a little blood, you know.
But she finally settled down and stayed by me almost all night, proving once again that cats do actually understand what you say to them but feel quite free to follow your instructions (if they so choose) in their own way to prove whatever point they want to make.

Anyway, blah, blah, blah, and Jack is still around and Luna is still alive and Mick seems to be exceptionally horny this morning. I wonder if it's time for him to really get busy fertilizing eggs so that if one of the hens does go broody and sits on eggs, they'll have a better chance of hatching this spring?
Who knows?
Not me.

Today I truly don't feel as if I know shit which is fine. I don't even know what I'm going to do today. Possibly go see Magnolia when Jessie goes over to visit so that I'll get to see all four grands at once.

Good Lord. I have four grandchildren! How did this happen?
Oh yeah- unprotected sex.

Carry on, Mick.

Much love...Ms. Moon


  1. 'Unprotected sex'!! We only say that when accidents are involved and your children seem to have planned their babies most conscientiously!

  2. Jo- I didn't say they didn't PLAN on having unprotected sex. But bottom line- that's how we all get here, planned or not! And yes, actually, each one of these children was no accident at all. I have wily daughters. And willing sons-in-law.

  3. LOL! Oh your granddaughter is beautiful. GRANDDAUGHTER! Imagine. I got goosebumps writing the word. Life is quite extraordinary.

  4. I'm afraid four is all I'm going to get. sigh. only had two kids myself and the boy and his wife haven't produced any offspring. doesn't look like they are able.

  5. Actually, there are a fair number of babies that are born despite protection being used!

  6. Magnolia is beautiful! What fun to have a grand-daughter!

  7. Lol, the Wily and the Willing! I love that :D

  8. Okay. I am all for unprotected sex now that danger of having children has passed. Sorry--we just never did think it was a good idea for us.


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