I like this comment I saw at Confessions Of A Cat Woman: “Marbles are over-rated.” I like this because I think I’m pretty much losing mine at this juncture.
Here’s my story and I’m sticking to it: It’s so hot, even the cats can’t get the gumption to fight standing up.
Here’s Bugs, inspecting a bag that caused me to lose sleep.
Lose sleep how? Well, one thing, you can see the chew marks on the right side. Fangie took the fancy that the bag was edible. His digestive system begged to differ and up came the pretty blue bits.
But that’s not all. See the raffia handles? After dining to his satisfaction, Fangie somehow managed to insert himself right into and through them. They were so tight around his midsection they began cutting off the circulation. I found out about this when, as I lay peacefully sleeping, up hurtled Fangie right straight onto my face. Screaming Mom! Mom! Get this thing off me!
Sorry. I couldn’t help it. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t hold my hand steady enough to cut them off.
And then there was this perfect storm of miscommunication the other day. This, too, might have been funny, except that the meeting was with a prospective employer.
I thought we were going to meet at the branch of this coffee shop on the town square. The employer was waiting at another branch altogether. She had left e-mails about this, but my phone’s just a phone. Not one of those fancy internet doo-dad smart thingies. So I never saw those e-mails.
I tried to call the number I had for her, but all I got was dead air. And she didn’t have my phone number. So I left a voicemail with another friend, who I thought could help. And then gave up, and drove home. In my un-airconditioned car, so it was between 120 and 140 f. in there.
As I walked in the door, Bugsy was yelling at me. Most uncharacteristic. Usually he’s purring. I could hear Fangie yelling at me too. Also the phone was ringing.
So I picked up the phone. I could hear my friend’s voice, but she didn’t seem to be connected to her phone. Instead, I could hear someone else telling my friend how wonderful she is, and I could hear my friend responding — but I just didn’t get the feeling that I was included in that conversation. Despite me trying to chime in that my friend is, indeed, wonderful. So I hung up, mystified.
The next mystery was: Where was Fang. You probably can guess.
In the closet. Behind the closed door.
Where he had been for the prior seven hours.
He did not pee, nor did he chew. Poor baby. We can be thankful for small miracles.
So do you agree that marbles are over-rated? I kind of have to believe that, at this juncture.
oh poor cats, but really, hahahahahahha Fangie and The Bag from Hell. but then poor bean for losing hard-won sleep!
I had to re-read that last bit about getting home–that was a very complicated homecoming! I’m exhausted!
this may be one of those times when you park your marbles at the door in the jar (who WAS that Beatles girl who kept her face in the jar by the door?!). you always know where they are, but don’t have to carry ’em around!
be coooool! someday!
is that Moosewood on your bookshelf?! I’ve been getting ready to toss mine after these kajillion years of ownership!
Well would you just look at that. Good eye!! Another Moosewood heard from. I’m nowhere near ready to toss mine, after approx 100 years of loyal service. Page 130, Cauliflower Cheese Pie with grated potato crust. Never found anything to beat it.
Hey, the boys don’t want to see you getting bored, huh? They’re keeping your life interesting, it seems. I love both stories — versions of them have certainly already happened to me too. And yes, marbles are over-rated. Especially because when you look closely… nobody is really normal, you know? If people think I’m crazy, I really don’t care anymore. I prefer to be happy than sane!
Love the ‘tude, Ivy. And you’re so right, about life not being boring. Never a dull moment. Bugs is now horizontally across the keyboard, examining my copy of the Moosewood cookbook I got out to find the page cite for the cauliflower cheese pie. Now he’s going over to harass poor Fangie. Who was peacefully sleeping, until Bugs landed in his face to “groom” him. Wonder how long it takes for “grooming” to become “stomping.”
Just think this job was not for you, Nadbug!
Regarding bags, I have had my lesson a few years ago when our kitten Poppy almost died by suffocation because it had played in and with the bag, and was prisoner of the handles, but he really approached death (he panicked and almost fell off the table, the handles would have killed him), since then no bags with handles are allowed in our environment…
I wish you all the best, take care of yourself and the kitties! 🙂
Oh boy, loo, I read this comment and immediately jumped up and banished all bags with handles. Scary. I believe I knew this at some level, and just didn’t want to face it. Something like, well, he waited to do this until I was around, and I cut it right off, so no harm done. And I’d rather laugh than be sensible. BUT! Thank you waking up to what was right in front of my nose.
Marbles? We don’t need no stinkin’ marbles! Bwahhahahaw!
I doubt I’d know one if I saw one.
Hope you get to explain and recover from the thwarted meeting. Might be a hard one. My phone is way more than a phone but I don’t have ‘data’ so if I’m not at home, it’s a phone with a good camera that gets texts I’m too cheap to reply to.
I once heard my cat (not one of the current pair) crying piteously. Searched EVERYWHERE. Baffled I opened every door in the house…and found him behind the refrigerator door. How the HELL he manged to get into the fridge unnoticed still boggles my mind – black cat, bright white fridge innards – hard to miss as usually my food doesn’t move, either. He was fine, as fine as he ever got, anyhow. But I will never forgive the lack of marbles that let it happen in the first place!
Oh, don’t leave a spool of thread with a needle in it within cat-reach either. That gets ugly and involves vets.
Waaa! The FRIDGE???? That is amazing. I tell you, these cats . . . they are like water. Best to contend we don’t need marbles, I’m glad to see you agree. Right there with you. I am glad, also, to hear your food doesn’t move, under normal circumstances. Would be entirely scary if it did.
MOL, yeah, they’re too hot to fight or play but cant stop from trying either, can they? Silly boys.
Perhaps Fang locked himself in the closet to get away from the ringing phone when your friend butt-dialed you?
I’m sure it wasnt fun for you, but blue spotted puke.. that made me giggle!
BUTT-DIALED!! You got that right! Ridiculous, no? Umm — blue-spotted puke — err — glad you laughed, at any rate . . .
OMC! Poor Fang! Good for being so well behaved too!
Yes, on all counts.
Gus did a similar thing with the bag handles with one of those plastic grocery bags. The noise scared him so he ran and ran all around the house. He also panics with a collar on him, or did when he was a younger cat.
I was ok until I got to the bit where you picked up the phone! And then I felt a marble drop! I did a bit of general falling about over Fangi and the bag and while I was down there I kicked the marbles out of reach completely. So happily, sanity is now only a faint memory! Thanks 😉
Oh ANY time, CAT. Let’s be nuts together.
Hiro always gets stuck in those bag handles, it always makes me laugh too. 🙂
Did it all end up well with the miscommunication? You got to call her about it or the other way around? 😮
Well — we did agree to find another date, and I gave three options — and I haven’t heard back. Mope. Maybe it will work out next week . . . . Thank you, Dianda, for asking.
Egads what a day. Now see, from my perspective of no marbles whatsoever, I would have made sure to take a photo of Fang entrapped by the bag whilst laughing and then have to beg forgiveness as I cut him free.
Hopefully coolness returns to your area soon!
Oh we are kindred spirits, Wazz. I had that thought too. But Fang was so freaked, I just couldn’t. Thank you for the cool thought — it did rain a bit yesterday. Which was wonderful, but just not enough. And today it’s back hot again. Mope. How are you doing over there in PA?
Marbleous, as always 🙂
HAH minlit! You see how you inspire me!
It is not really nice when reality tries to copy a well-developed nightmare…
By the way, some watering might provide a little help for the boys: http://cicufer.blog.hu/2010/07/24/vizesbunda, http://cicufer.blog.hu/2010/07/17/cica_ul_a_vizben – although differences of opinion are also possible: http://indafoto.hu/mickie/image/5067175-a27a14ed
Dear kolytyi, I wish I knew how to translate these pages — do you?
This blog (and this one, too: http://cicanaplo.blog.hu/) are/were written in my exotic mother tongue (Hungarian). I think you would enjoy them very much because they have a similar style as you – but this makes the translation even harder… But I’ll see what can I do.
Curiosity sure can kill a cat. Fangie & Bugsy are just so adorable and cheeky. My cat ‘Lewi’ is also into plastic bags and I am often making sure he hasn’t helped himself into a cupboard. 🙂
A bit scary, how their imaginative selves can get into such a pickle.
Well, at least Fangie knew who he needed to wake up to get that bag off of him.
You got that right, LCC! I was so glad — and glad I was in the house when this happened . . . .