Song Lyric of the Day:
Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young / “Our House“
Rich, Coraline, and I visited some friends in Columbus, Ohio, earlier this week. I’m fine mentioning that now, but it’s kind of a policy of mine to never write about an upcoming trip. I blame this website for my healthy paranoia. As it is, a family member always stays at our house to house- and pet-sit, and we let our neighbors know so they’ll help keep an eye on our house. We return the favor when they let us know they’ll be out of town.
My mom was the generous soul who stayed here for this trip, a favor which I will reciprocate the next time she and my dad go out of town, as is our pattern. While she’s here, my dogs and cats are spoiled rotten and given carte blanche. The boys make her feel safe by earning their keep and being good guard dogs while the cats practically fight over who gets to sit on her lap. Mom has also occasionally stealth-decorated when she’s house-sat for us, leaving a neat Union Jack tray (you know how I love all things British) on the living room ottoman or hanging a curtain on the sunroom door, something which I pointed out contradicts the openness of the sunroom, but I digress. Meanwhile, when I house- and pet-sit for Mom and Dad, their youngest cats mug me for my feather keychain (since replaced) and their dogs hog the bed while I’m trying to sleep. That’s tempered by my dad’s sweet cat, Luckey, staying right by my side and another cat, Tigger, asking for kisses.
No matter how our respective pets might harass, bug, or steal from us, though, it provides a lot of peace of mind knowing our house and furkids are being taken care of and in good hands. Even when some of those furkids are thieving bastards (I’m looking at you, Troubadour).
And let me just add that it’s so nice to be back home where I can sleep comfortably in my own bed. I won’t name names, but a certain curly-topped youngling was a total bed hog while we were on our trip. She’s lucky she’s cute and that I love her.
Notice how much room Baby Miranda gets. Room for baby doll? Check. Room for Mommy? Not so much.
