House Rules

It occurred to me this AM, as I sat glaring at a toilet paper role that had been put on backwards and making a mental note to chastise my husband for it when he came home, that I may not be the easiest of people to live with. I have a precise set of rules and way of conducting tasks and am not easily convinced my way is not the best way. For example:
  • Toilet paper must be put on hanger so the loose flap hangs on the inside. Except in the downstairs guest bath where the flap must hang on the outside because the holder in there is odd-shaped and it's difficult to get a smooth roll if the flap hangs on the inside.
  • All sink and tub drains must remain plugged when not in use. This is because I read a book on Feng-Shui that said wealth drains out of open drains. Probably a bunch of bunk, but why take chances?
  • All window blinds must be opened the minute you walk into any room each morning, and most certainly before the sun comes up.
  • Blinds must be precisely open. No slight tilt up or down. They should be uniform straight across.
  • Blinds must be closed before it is fully dark outside.
  • Chairs must be pushed in around tables.
  • No dishes left in the sink. That's why God made the dishwasher.
  • If a cup is left standing on its own for over 30 minutes it is considered "dirty" and is now fair game to be put in the dishwasher. This rule drives my husband to distraction and the most common phrase heard in our home is usually, "Where's my cup?"
  • All shoes must go into the bedroom at night. No leftover shoes in the hall or family room.
  • Once filled with water, the coffee maker must be shoved tight against the wall to allow for as much counter space as possible. Never mind that we don't need more than 2 inches of space to place our mug down. What's important is that the space is now there, should we need it.

I could go on for hours. I have a certain way I like the pillows faced (stripes horizontal), rules for desk cleanliness (these apply only to my husband and not me. My half of the desk is a sty, but I throw a fit if 1/8th of a post-it-note from his side of the desk touches my space), and don't even get me started on bathroom hygiene. (Although I must say this...what is it with people not closing the lid? I can't believe how many people come to my house and leave the lid up when it was obviously down before they used it. Plus, there's a huge ick factor there. Studies show that massive particle-sprays come up from any toilet bowl when flushed. Therefore, always close the lid and then flush).

Anyway, I feel bad because for all my rules, I'm probably married to the least-demanding and most accommodating man on earth. Although he did get a little testy the other night when I asked to use his toothpaste. In our double-sink master bath, with it's 4 below sink cupboards and 3 large drawers, my husband keeps only a small plastic tub in one drawer corner that he fills with his shaving and dental needs. When I asked to use the toothpaste, I think something in him broke.

"See this?" he asked, motioning to his 4x4 inch cubic storage space. "This is all I have in life to call mine. Just this little area. See this?" and here he gestured expansively to the rest of the bathroom. "All yours. But this tiny little space is mine. Get it? Mine."

He was showing teeth. I'd surely pushed him over the edge. Perhaps I'll ease up on the rules a bit. You know, show some flexibility. I'll start now. I'm going to shove that post-it-note back on his side of the desk and not say a word about it.

Let the healing begin.

Sigh. Kitties

I've been thinking about the Mommy cat all day. I'm trying to find a home for her and the kittens. I met with my dear friend and gifted illustrator, Linda Santell (who is doing the artwork for my cat book) today and told her the story of the cat. Before I even got into the heart of the story Linda exclaimed, "Oh, I love calico cats!" So now I'm pushing to have her adopt it. She and her husband just lost their kitty a few months ago and have declared a moratorium on bringing new animals into the home. But Linda has a huge heart and I'm going to see if I can get her to visit the mommy cat with me.

I'm also going to write up an article for my local paper about how I found the cat and the 5-hour time period between delivery to vet and the birth of these kittens. I'm hoping I can interest a few people that way in taking some of the kittens.

Finally, I interviewed a woman who owns a historic inn in Massachusetts who mentioned she was looking for two kittens and was having a hard time finding any. Wonder if she'd be wiling to ship some in from NC?

I can't stand for animals not to have homes. Cats and dogs especially are just so full of love and spirit and are so happy just by being around you (except our two cats, who are pretty grouchy unless we're feeding or combing them). Sometimes when I pet my cats and get their purr up to full throttle, and they're tilting their head back so I can scratch under their chin and looking at me with such love, I think, "It will be impossible to have a bad day today after this. How often in life do you get a chance to make someone this happy??"

Everyone hug your animals tonight and tell them one extra time that you love them. And if you know of anyone who wants some beautiful calico cats, contact me!

KITTIES!!!!!

My driver's license expires soon so I headed to the DMV this morning to renew. As I walked in, there was an extremely friendly calico outside the glass door. She meowed and purred and rubbed against anyone's legs she could as they walked in. I bent over and gave her a thorough head scratch before heading in.

Once inside, I watched as the cat stood up against the glass door, pawing at the glass and meowing to get our attention.

"Poor kitty, she's hungry," said one woman.

"And pregnant," said another.

"Pregnant?" I asked.

Everyone in the room nodded and pointed out her belly to me which, I now noticed, was quite distended.

"Is she a stray?" I asked. People shrugged. She wasn't a wild cat--she was much too people friendly for that. There was a large lot behind the DMV where some wild cats lived and I suspected someone had just dropped her. My blood boiled. I loathe people who aren't kind to animals.

When it my turn at the counter, I asked the DMV guy if he knew anything about the cat. He too, shrugged. "She's been here for a few days. Keeps trying to get inside."

I called my vet from the DMV. "There's a pregnant stray cat here," I said. "If I bring her in, will you all take care of her?"

Not quite. For some reason the police either have to bring in strays or have to call in permission for people to bring in strays. Fine. I called the police department and told them the scenario. They agreed to call me into the vet.

Getting the cat into my car was a piece of cake. She was dying for attention and seemed happy just to be near me.

She wasn't shy at the vet's either, crawling around the counters and trying to get to the computers to check out the screens. They put a nametag around her, "Calico Cat," and I wished her luck and left.

That was at 11 this morning. I just got a call from the doctor (it's 4:15 pm) that the cat has delivered 2 kittens and 6-8 more appear to be on the way. And would I be interested in taking any of them home?

I called my husband at work. "Can we adopt 8 kittens?" I asked.

"No."

"But they're sort of mine."

"No."

I know he's right. And the truth is, I don't want the kittens. I want the mommy cat. She was so sweet, and so trusting. And beautiful - deep orange and black and white markings.

I know we can't have her. And I'm desperately hoping someone adopts her. She's just full of love. I'm going to visit her and the kittens this week. My husband thinks this is a mistake. That it will make it that much harder to walk away.

I'm sure he's right. But I feel responsible toward her now. And I'm soooooo grateful we got her to the vet just in time to deliver. I shudder to think of her stuck in some field with it getting ready to storm here, trying to deliver these kittens with little to no food or water. Makes me almost cry just thinking of it.

I'm so going to visit that cat. How can I not??

Star Wars No More

In delicious anticipation of the last (bye-bye, Lucas) Star Wars movie, Blair and I have begun the task of watching all of the prior Star Wars movie so we're up to date on backstory and trivia, ready to rip the new movie apart as soon as it appear onscreen.

I was seven the year the original Star Wars came out and watching the opening credits, when those big yellow words "Once long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...." appear onscreen along with that most awesome of music scores, it's like being a child again. I saw Star Wars seven times in the theatre. Seven times. I could take a small trip to Europe now for what it would cost to see a movie seven times in a theatre. Plus, as Blair pointed out, Star Wars stuck around in theaters for almost a year. I think Return of the King was probably only around for 6 weeks.

But, sadly, age has crept in and we find ourselves a little jaded as we watch the Star Wars movies. First of all, Lucas really messed up consistency wise. Obi-wan wasn't trained by Yoda, as he claims in The Empire Strikes Back. And why doesn't Obi-wan remember R2-D2? And why doesn't C3PO recall Tatooine (or Vader, for that matter). There's a lot of lose ends to be ties up in the final movie. I hope Lucas is up to the task.

I still love Han though. You know how ducklings imprint onto their mother at birth? I did that with Harrison Ford as Han Solo. No matter where Harrison Ford is, what age he is, or what he's doing, I'm frankly always more than a little disappointed not to find a Wookie somewhere by his side. Remember the movie Witness? Maybe the Amish were hiding the Wookie in the barn. It could happen.

Switching tracks, I did find out for sure that at least 2 of my stories have made it into the Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul book. Good news, as I'm hoping some readers from that book will visit my site and buy my cat book. If I ever get my act together and manage to get it to a printer and get it published. The illustrations will be done in 2 weeks, and then there's no excuse but to get it moving.

May the Force Be With Me. (You knew it was coming).