Being a Cat

There are so many things I should be doing right now but all I can think of doing is sitting here and talking to you ... out there.
The cats are napping. They had a hard day- up and down those stairs. .. watching me straighten the closet .. watching me put things in the kitchen cupboards .. watching the painters outside .. who watched the cats inside .

It is peaceful here. Woods behind us, town homes and gardens and a small lake and you never notice a car going by .. sometimes a fussy pup will walk along, barking to whoever it is that is walking him .. they never seem to answer him .. maybe if they did he would stop fussing.

I used to talk to Tate (Pup) all the time. He knew words  .. "daddy" , "dinner" ... "walk" ... "go bye bye" which was going in a car and not for a walk. Either one got you a madly wagging tail and a tap dance.

So I talk to the cats.
Minette will pay attention for ... oh ... a minute.
Merlin might open one eye .. usually not.

It doesn't stop me .. I just jabber away to them anyway. If I don't, my voice might just fade away and I will get all tongue tied and forget all the words if I don't talk to something/someone  some time !

I worry the clerks in the bank or the people at the counter in the cafe, fight over who gets to wait on me .. the loser gets to wait on me.
Probably the one who is half deaf and can't hear me anyway.

But I think I am better, I think I can be quiet and not chatty much better than a while back ... I have either lost the will to speak or I have finally given up ..

It is quite beautiful here. Minette and I sit out in the back and watch the little creatures and big birds in the woods ... just steps from my back patio. All screened in and everyone inside is safe.
The painters were here for a few days, painting the entire place .. outside.
The cats were there every morning until they left, making sure they got the job done right.

My daughter brings lovely lunches from interesting restaurants or we go to a local place and have a bite and giggle. She is great if you need cheering up.
Actually, she is just great.

I called my broker, the lady who handles my finances wherever I am ... my husbands old client and friend .. and her assistant answered, yelled at me and insulted me.
The broker went overboard apologizing and sending me fabulous huge baskets of flowers and I forgave her, she didn't do it but there are days that it seems the world is just too strange.
Apparently the assistant is 80 years old. It might be time to retire Helen.

I sometimes feel like I  am in a quirky foreign movie .. things are just odd and askew.
I am trying to just go with it ... float along and keep my head above the water .. it is about all I can do.

So I am home .. this will be home for about a year .. I might be taking a trip .. I will give myself time to settle in and see how at home I feel .. so far it has been good.
It would have been so nice if Mom had been able to be here for just a while  .. I had all these ideas of time to spend together and things to do ..things to say .. hugs and kisses to give.

Well, time to go find a kitty and give it a hug and a kiss and ask them why they didn't put the dishes in the dishwasher .. they like it when I talk to them as if they were not cats.
I like it when they talk to me as if I was a cat.

Sometimes, it is nice to just be a cat.