I Can Haz Do-Over?

My babies are retarded, and very masculine. That may be redundant. Buddy the Bully, who chased off my less aggressive cats, has adopted the three wanderers. I noticed that he was nowhere to be found when the musketeers disappeared, and sure enough, he came back and they straggled in a bit later. They cuddle with him and try to nurse on him, which he doesn’t appreciate, and they wrestle him without fear. I think he was neutered before Ashes got knocked up, so I don’t think his genes are represented. His coloring is, tho, so I could be wrong.

Leo is the exception of the crowd. He does NOT like the outdoors. He loves to wrestle, but I know when he comes to me to snuggle that the others are out playing. His first adventure was traumatic enough he doesn’t care for a repeat. Odd…I remember writing about him getting stuck up a tree, but I can’t find the post anywhere. Hunh. His mama, Ashes, couldn’t just grab him because he was a little too big by then, but she climbed up the tree three times to show him the way down, talking to him the whole time. That was enough for him, though, between the fear and the height and the ants all over the tree. He sits in the window and watches everybody else run around the yard.

As a result, he’s my snuggle bunny. He rubs his whole fluffy body against my face, and amazingly, he doesn’t make me itch. I know, stupid little allergic-to-cats girl has 10. Go figure.

Forgive me if I bore you talking about my kids. They’re a great source of joy for me, and I need all the happy I can get these days. I managed to get out for a bit and haul a trailer load of old windows and junk out of the barn today, but there are at least 2 more loads of stuff in there. That’s just the first barn. I have 2. I still have the old dishwasher in the dining room – from February. If it’s heavier than the toilet I threw out tonight, I don’t know how I’m gonna get it in the dumpster.

Why did I have a toilet in my barn, you ask? Um… I have this relative, see, who did some work for my mom when she bought the house. Instead of taking the things he tore out down the road a half mile to the dump, he put it all in the barn for my mother to haul off. Only problem was, she died and left the mess with me, the laziest woman in the whole family. It has been a great home for the wasps and spiders, as have the 60 window panels (full double-hung sashes, with a full set of storm windows). I love this relative, I do. Love him so much I have to repent every time I think his name.

Do you have relatives like that? People who take advantage and make excuses and generally just crap all over you? Oh, well. This post isn’t about him. Meh.

Well, since it’s nearly 2:30 am, I guess I should call it a night. Until tomorrow, my bloggy friends!

Later…