post show horrors

Sometimes when she returns from a show, she becomes a no-show.

How's that you may ask.  Well being older than dirt and dinosaurs, she is quite simply about as good as what you find in my litter box.  If you need a photo, leave me your email and I'll send you one.  A picture that is. Not the litterbox contents.

Anyway, so as I was saying..... it may take a few days to get back into the daily order of life and responsibilities.  Things like remembering it's time for my snacks, plumping up my bed, fixing my dinner, and other such critical matters.

This time however, things were different when she got home.  Her show space was outside and included (at no extra charge) rain during set up on Thursday.  Storms were rolling in Friday evening which meant that some of the merchandise was put back in the trailer, the tent lowered and everything else sheltered as much as possible.  During the night, a generous thunderstorm left 3 1/2 inches of rain during Friday evening and early Saturday morning.  Saturday arrival was a very pleasant challenge.  Rain drenched merchandise due to a collapsed canopy on the tent.  The recovery time of approximately 2 hours needed to remove water from everything.

So you can fairly presume (notice I didn't use the word "assume") that I needed to go into hiding before she returned home.  No, I am not a coward, simply a very smart feline.  Indeed!

To my great surprise, she was still functional and went right to work cleaning the screened in porch.  Pulling the garden hose in and moving furniture out.  To the driveway and deck.  I suspect that if the driveway display had been more appealing, we probably could have had a sold out garage sale.  Instead, I believe I saw several cars speed up.  No doubt for fear that something might jump out in front of them from our driveway.  Can't say I blame them. (Sorry, no photo...some things just should not be shown for fear of liability from shock, heart attacks and other such mental trauma induced ailments)

After two days of cleaning pollen, dust and unknown specimens of alien life from every surface on the porch, things began to take shape again.  A new.  Some things did not return into the porch, some did and there was even a new addition when the loveseat from the kitchen area was banished moved out there.

And this year, Halloween decor would make a comeback.  Last year, I sent her to the Country Living show in both Columbus, Ohio and Atlanta, Georgia so Halloween didn't stop here.  This year however, out came boxes and bags and a bit of imagination that was still left after the show.  And here's what she accomplished.....

And....she added a little bit of Halloween inside the house too!

And if I wasn't already scared.... she took the time to make two handmade medallions.  Check out the black one below and the cat on the pumpkin in the following photo.

Okay, so now I've shown you a large part of what took place right after she returned home.  With energy.  And her mind intact.  Well at least a good percentage of what she left with (which isn't necessarily alot but...)  Is it any wonder at all, why my whiskers are trembling?!?!  I mean this is unprecedented!

And I was even thinking of placing an ad here, requesting a temporary vacation with any one of you wonderful souls.  But I needed to clear my mind as to find the right words so as to invoke great pity......

....... so I went for a walk through my catnip patch......

......and that's when the real horror hit me.  My catnip was gone!!!! Every last leaf and twig of it!!!!

.......She's been into my catnip!!!! 

.....certainly explains A LOT.....but no worries.....

.....that patch of catnip was still there because.....

....... I'd seen the neighbors dog in there. Standing on three legs......

.......now who's horrified.... MOL...... yes, a very smart feline indeed!

Life is good!

Today we had LOTS of sun beams – purrfect for quality catnaps and adventures! Yes, there is still a LOT of pollen and yes, I have allergies. I sneeze and sneeze, just can’t help myself with all that pollen flying up my little bitty cat nose. Compare it to a knat flying up your nose and you’ll understand the issue quite clearly.

Allergies, that’s what the scary white coat says. That’s okay, I tell “her”, it’s a small price to pay for a little fresh air. I would be content today to lay in the rocking chair on the screened in porch, but it is currently off limits. Why?

Yep, p-o-l-l-e-n.  That stuff that makes the plants delicious to munch...

“She” would prefer I stayed confined and my adventures controlled. But I really want to go outside.

So out “she” went to clean up the screened in porch.

So I waited inside patiently. (Well sort of.)

And I waited…..it was all I could do to keep from dozing off. It wasn’t too much of a problem though. You see, there was a trip back inside to get the sucky machine. Door opens. Door shuts. Nod off….

“She” was going to try vacuuming up the yellow stuff. But the electrical outlet was not responding to some ground falling button thingy. I haven’t a clue, I’m a natural kind of guy, don’t even need an electrical can opener, “she” works just fine.

ZzzzZZZZzzzzzZZZzzzz…..*#*$%....Door opens.

And then a trip bringing sucky machine back in.  Door shuts. Nod off….

Some moving of furniture. ZZzzzzzzZZZZZzzzz….Door opens. %*&$@ Door shuts.

Broom and dustpan leaving for the porch. Door opens. Door shuts. Nod off….zzzzzz…..

Dreaming of little goldfish, listening to the water trickling in the fountain….napping on the rug in front of door…..opens and closes….“she” announces that “she” is losing the battle with the yellow stuff – lots of pollen in the dust pan and the wind kept blowing it around where she’d just swept. According to my Tigger watch, this lasted about 30 minutes – 30 minutes!?!

That's 30 minutes of sunbeams and dreams that I can't get back!! Awk - the horror! 

Open the door and let me out now
or the fluffy one gets it.

Sometimes “she’s” about as quick as fat goldfish. But I wasn’t asked for my humble opinion and besides, “she” is always good for some entertainment. Well except when I’m dreaming of fat hunking goldfish for my mid-day snack. And after some thought on the matter, I’ve decided that purrhaps, the front porch or even under the car will do just fine.

....it’s close to the pond….

…..where the goldfish live…..

Hope you are having a good day too.