Hello, August! The month of hots, of sweaty, sleepless nights, and of thoughts turned to clipping long-haired cats. Bet you can tell who’s a “fan” of those!
Olivia is a fruit girl, berries being her favorite. We mistakenly thought she might like bananas, too. Don’t know why. Bananas don’t look anything like berries, and believe us when we say she let us know this kind of behavior is unacceptable.
We’re giving Mom the day off Friday for her special day. Due to Covid and the weather promising to be a million degrees here as is usual for the end of July, she’ll probably do something she feels she just has to do like paint a bathroom instead of taking it easy by sleeping late, watching TV, and/or waltzing around in a tiara while eating cupcakes. See you Monday!
On sheet changing day, I don’t race around on the fresh sheets like some cats do. I’m not into that whole sheet game thing. Some of my sisters do that. Not this ManCat.
That’s not to say I don’t do anything during sheet changing day. My priority that day is to become reacquainted with the best scratcher in the world. I can’t call it My scratcher because I believe in sharing. Here, sniff here. Do you smell other cat smells on this? I do. Particularly my sister Olivia who sometimes sleeps close to this edge. Those furs in the picture are probably hers.
I take my scratching very seriously. I have big claws, and yes, I have been known to scratch the comfortable pleather couch downstairs a few times. I don’t get yelled at when I scratch this scratcher. In fact, I get good attention and praise, sometimes even a brushie and a treat. The problem is, there isn’t always someone here in this room to notice what a good boy I am to scratch this and not the couch, and there’s almost always someone in the room with the comfortable couch. So when I scratch that, apparently, I’m not the best boy in the world.
So, wouldn’t it make sense for my Mom and Dad to buy a new comfortable couch made entirely of scratchy material and we could have the best of both worlds and I could keep being the best boy ever? See? It’s things like this that I choose to spend my time doing other than to play that silly sheet changing game. I bet my sisters never think of anything this important!
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Over the weekend, one of Mom’s original projects came closer to completion. Before the main shower blew a valve and leaked through the ceiling back in February, and before the second bath started just leaking in general from little use over 22 years, Mom was systematically painting every room in the house, with a plan to contract out the 20-plus foot tall entryway that she couldn’t reach.
After eight contractors, half of which never showed up to give an estimate and the other three asked thousands of dollars over anything close to reasonable, that entryway is finally painted. Mom is wildly happy, but not so wild as to slack off and forego getting back to work painting a downstairs bathroom herself. Only only five more rooms to go, she reminds anyone listening. She promises photos will be coming.
As for the bathroom repair, we’re in talks with another reconstruction contractor and so far, so good. Things still probably won’t get rolling until late September or October, but we’ve waited this long. We can wait a bit longer.