This is going to be a long, long week for Mom who is training new people at work, starting a transition to another department, trying to find a contractor to fix the big hole in our living room ceiling from the bathroom shower leak, and fighting with a business who’s name might rhyme with Home Depot about some window blind installations that were supposed to happen before Thanksgiving.
She’s also a little stressed about some overheard holiday plant shutdown news at her job for later in December. Sounds like no one’s getting paid for those ten-to-twelve days off because vacation time accrual is painfully slow and small for the manufacturer specialists, meaning that the forty hours vacation time per year promised upon hiring refers more to one’s second year of employment. It’s virtually impossible to accrue forty hours of vacation time in a single year. And if one doesn’t work because the plant is shut down, no vacation time can be accrued then, either. Merry Christmas from Mom’s employer.
But hey! That’ll be ten-to-twelve days off and knowing Mom, she’ll finally finish painting those two and a quarter rooms she has left, because she has lots of leftover paint. She might write up lots of cat blog posts. She might finish her “fall” cleanup outside. And did she tell you about that great bathroom we got back this year?
We know you’ll be supportive of Mom during this rough week and at the end of next month, right Tessa? We’re sure you’ll be the perfect kitty in all things. Perfect jumping up on the kitchen counter. Perfect getting along with others. And getting into Viola’s personal feeder, why, perfect-o, right?
It’s official. Very standoffish neighborhood visitor Tippy is staying/sleeping in one of our heated feral shelters (the one christened Spitty’s Place, yes, after that Spitty we all dearly loved). We replaced the outdoor heating mats last month and filled the shelter with fresh straw and yesterday, Mom witnessed Tippy leaving and returning to the shelter. Mom may have squealed with delight. Oh, heck. She DID squeal with delight.
. . . Mom’s had a hard time getting anyone to participate in holiday photoshoots. Yesterday, Mom was talking to herself and mentioned she needed lights for the holiday set. Olivia rushed into the room only to be disappointed that Mom had said “lights,” not “bites.” It’s a known fact that Olivia, when extra playful, has taken to occasionally giving Mom’s fingers little nibbles. And while cute at the moment, we don’t want this behavior to grow into bites. Right, Olivia?
Disappointed Olivia thinks a holiday bites photo would be better. People would like it, you could imagine her thinking. It might even start a new pet holiday card trend!