If My Cats Could Speak...

~Study Break!~

If my cats could talk, this is about what they would tell you.

Boo: If I stretch a little further, I can lie on EVERYTHING on mommy's desk and she will be forced to pay attention to only ME!

(Note: Mommy is in a Catch-22 when Boo-Bear comes to visit because if I set him back on the ground he tends to sulk and ignore me for two or three days. You think I'm joking... It took me five weeks to get him to like me again when he was a kitten. (Long story.) This cat easily has his feelings hurt. The other half is that he tends to lie on whatever I am working on or needing RIGHT NOW. I think it is intentional. "Pick which is more important: me or the final exam. If you choose wrongly you'll pay!" ;-))

I love my Boo-Boo!

Micah: Please let me out! *scratch scratch scratch!* Oh no! I'm outside! Let me in! *SCRATCH! SCRATCH SCRATCH!* NO!!! Boo is outside! Let me out!!! *SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH*

Spinksy: Food! Food! I know you're hiding it somewhere! Food! Food! Food!

Note: Spinks is obsessed with food. If she's sleeping and I do ANYTHING in the kitchen, she'll race in to make sure I'm not eating without her. As soon as she enters the office (where I'm usually working) or the livingroom (where Daddy's usually playing X-Box) she literally gallops over to us, claws her way onto the desk (or chair) and frantically looks around for any food we may have forgotten to put away. The funny thing is that she's SO little - she's about a quarter the size of the other two. I'm not even sure if she weighs a pound!

The other night James and I were playing Monopoly on the floor while watching a movie. We made popcorn and set it between us. Spinks, of course, galloped over and sniffed. She was quite upset that it wasn't Kitty-friendly food. So she sat down next to the board and began whacking the pieces. She'd whack James's globe, and then glare at us. And then whack my cell-phone piece. Glare again. We kept picking her up and setting her off to the side further so she couldn't reach. She'd sneak around, whack the pieces off the board, and then dart off a few feet and glare. That was not a happy kitty! Finally, after we caught her trying to whack them enough times, she sat on the sofa, curled dejectedly, and glared at us, sulking.

She's quite a trip ;-)

In other news, my exam seems to be going really well, and I think I'll get a great grade!!!

Breathe in, Breathe out, or, the Downside to Pulling All Nighters (All Reason Flies Out The Window)

I'm not going to describe what scene is going through my mind, but if you've seen Hannibal and remember the guy in the wheelchair at his home, you might know what I'm talking about.

I only saw a small portion of Hannibal (and it was on TV, no less), but it was so utterly disturbing that I have had a loss of appetite for two days. And for the past two hours, while I read about subject-matter jurisdiction and such through my notes, that scene has been replaying in my mind incessantly.

I swear if I hear a noise I'll scream.

So I tell myself, "There's been nothing in the paper lately re: a person like that... Besides, why would he try to break into MY house? ...all the doors ARE locked. (are they? Do I dare check? What if I check and when I glance outside there's someone standing RIGHT THERE??? I should check... but really, they're probably closed... you're wasting time...)... And now I know why some people never leave their homes.

So I sit here, trying to study, but panicking, and still so utterly disturbed and mortified by the scene I witnessed. Do people like that really exist? Have I passed one on the street? Does he live in my neighborhood? Is he in my house soundlessly sneaking up right behind me as I type this?

Breathe in, breathe out. Focus.

Should I check the doors?