Sometimes their cutest stuff happens when picture-taking is impossible. Like when Fanty cries and reaches to be put into my lap. Meow meow and poking me with her little paws, but she won’t just jump up. So at last I pick her up and put her in my lap and then suddenly WHAMMO Mingo is in my lap. It’s a little awkward. Sort of like it’s a Dr. Seuss story and cats will just keep appearing and appearing.
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For Spring Equinox, we planted seeds. It was really beautiful. Also silly, because thyme seeds turn out to be borderline microscopic, and none of us could pick them up in order to plant them. Next year, back to peas.
Anyway, so I had these microscopic seeds sprinkled across the top of this mini-greenhouse kit, sitting in the window soaking up the sun.
Then cats happened.
Now I don’t know what to do. I cleaned up the dirt that was all over the kitchen counter, and I put as much of the loose dirt as possible into my rosemary plant. Some of the microscopic seeds might have gotten in there too, and might germinate. Or not. My loose plan is now to have rosemary bread in ritual in June instead of thyme bread.
But it does sort of feel like Mingo and Fanty have prevented spring from coming, the rat bastards. That’s Arthur’s new name for them: Bastards With Paws.
Mingo likes to get under the covers. At a guess, one cat out of five will stick his nose under a blanket and tunnel his way in. The other four will run like mad if you even suggest such a thing.
Mingo is an undercover cat.
I went out to get my taxes done tonight. Came home at 8:25 to discover a message on the voice mail from 8:03 saying my cat had been spotted. Ran out in my pj’s and a coat and of course, she was already gone.
My heart was pounding! Feel like someone in a novel whose long lost love had come home. But…
Past few weeks, I’ve been feeling guilty, because I just adore the Gang of Two. It’s like when your lover dies and the first time you love someone new, you feel disloyal. I’ve been feeling that. And now I find, my hard pounding so hard, that yes, I miss her and love her after all. So much…maybe too much. Maybe holding the feelings down. Right now I’m overwhelmed with emotion.
At least she’s out there!
I think these are hysterical. Every time I open the dishwasher, one or both of the Gang jumps in. I’ve had the camera in the kitchen all week, hoping to catch them. Only Mingo cooperated, sad to say.
My mother is sewing Arthur a new blanket. They picked out a fab faux fur fabric (5x fast) and a lining.
They came back from the fabric store and took their purchases out of the bags to show me. Mingo immediately got inside the big bag the faux fur had occupied. Which inspired Arthur to pick the occupied bag up. The bottom of the bag ripped open, and indeed, he let the cat out of the bag.
Now it was time to leave. Mom had to take the faux fur and lining home with her. I said:
“Get your grandma a new bag. You ripped the other one with the cat.”
We’ve knocked the book off the nighttable. The tissues are next.
We warned you.
This morning, Fanty thought it would be a good idea to wake me up by standing on my face.
I disagreed.
First Fanty was in my lap. Fanty hates being held, but loves being petted. So she comes into my lap and leeeeeeeeeeans into my hand, and finally settles down.
Then Mingo joined her.
These were taken when I still liked the Gang of Two; y’know, before I caught Mingo peeing in my closet this morning.
Fanty & Mingo in a pile of blankets
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