She would have made a good mother

My little tortise-shell cat Cleo, short for Cleopatra, would have made a really good mother. I wish I could get her one of those little nurse-maid get ups like Nana from the animated Peter Pan movie wore. She is always trying to tend the babies and take care of them. This started when Liam was a baby, every time I’d lay down to nurse him, she would climb up on my side/stomach and watch, which at first was a bit odd, but several years later I’m used to it. She stands guard when my smaller children nap, okay, she gets INTO the crib/pack and play and sleeps at their feet and then comes to find me when baby awakes – how cool! Also, Cleo really likes yarn, I’m certain she would have been a knitter. She understands when it is feeding time and will even help clean up afterwards, especially if we have some sort of ham or snack on cheez-its.

Unfortunately, we’ll never know if Cleo’s mother skillz would have worked on a kitten because the Humane Shelter where we got her spays and neuters all of their adoptees, but I understand why.


Concert Review & Italian Chicken that even your cat will love

Last night was the big concert event. Brad Paisley was the headliner, and he was just awesome. He is one of the few artists that sounds the same whether he is live or on the radio. Love his music and it was well worth the ticket price to see him! His opener, Dierks Bentley is not too far from headlining a tour himself. He is really great in concert & full of energy. Jimmy Wayne was the 1st opener and he has a couple of well known songs, but isn’t at the top yet. He was good though.

Italian Chicken

  • 2-3 lbs boneless skinnless chicken breasts
  • 1/2 jar of pepperocini juice
  • 6 pepperocinis
  • 1 pkg Good Seasons Italian Dressing mix

Put all ingredients into a small crockpot. Cook on high until chicken shreds easily. Shred chicken. Serve on buns.

This isn’t as spicy as it sounds. Maggie loves it. My cat Cocoa just ate a bowl of it that I had made for myself.

Bust out the SHORTS!

Well, I don’t know that 60 degree weather means all that, but golly to an almost 10 year old boy this is just what he’s been waiting for! Admittedly, we have been outside to play several times today, and I’ve rather enjoyed the short sleeves.┬áDustin came in this afternoon so stinking excited, he’s “burning up” and really needs short sleeves. Okay, I tell him to go ahead and put them on. Who knew he had shorts ready to wear as well! He and his bike are outta here!

Liam has ridden his 4-wheeler today so much that the battery needs recharged, and I think Maggie has gotten a fair amount of the yearly requirement of dirt ingested. I draw the line at sticks. And where is Dot? Well, she checked out The Secret Garden last night at the library, so she’s holed up in her room knitting and watching her movie. Our resident moron cat took the first opportunity he could get today and escaped out the door…hopefully he comes home in a timely fashion, preferably without fleas.

The Cat Door

Since we moved into this house 2 years ago, our cats have used a Budha Dome litter box. We put it in the towel closet in the kids bathroom, but couldn’t close the closet door, obviously. Several projects down on the list of home improvement projects was “cat door”. We bought the door several months ago and John finally got to it on Sunday.

  • New Litter Box
  • Cat Door
  • Caulk to go around edges
  • Motion Sensor Light
  • 2 hours of time invested

…and the cats are idiots who can’t figure out how to use the door.

The randomness of kids

Liam is at the peak of random commenting. He told our Parents as Teachers educator that he has a dad. He told someone at preschool registration this morning that he has a cat named Cleo and that she is nice. Of all the things he could say he talks about one of our cats? I had no idea that he really cared that much.

Banished to the Basement

My poor little kitty, Cocoa, likes to be around people. This is why he likes to hang out in my daycare. He enjoys sitting on the back of the couch and getting sun. He does not like being cornered, having his ears pulled, hair pulled off of his back, nor does he care for small children getting in his face. He has his claws because I will not declaw him. His natural defense is to put out his claws and smack/bat at whatever threatens him. My children all know to not harrass him, he will let us know when he wants to be petted, because actually he is quite a loving little lap cat. At any rate, he scratched a child yesterday and the parents aren’t happy. I won’t rehome my 6 year old cat and honestly I don’t want to. He is just going to have to learn that the basement is where he belongs during the daytime. I hope he learns quickly because I hate hearing him cry at the door.