Friday, October 11, 2013

Mrs. Maples to the Rescue...and another kitten poop saga

Kittens grow to fast.  I don't think I can use the word kittens anymore.
They are hilarious and awesome and you should meet them.
Moo is basically a dog.  You can do whatever to him and he doesn't care.  Last night he had 3 small boys (my nephews) huddled around him, dangling things over him and the 1 yr. old strongly patting him on the side and he was not traumatized in the least.  Meanwhile Richard Parker is under the couch. He's the smart one.  Moo is needy.  Moo meows in the morning until we let him out of the bathroom.  But then when we do let him out, he hops on the bed and comes meows or purrs in my face.  I have to hide my head and hands (or he'll nibble on them) completely under the covers for him to EVENTUALLY settle down.  And it's only me.  He doesn't do this to Joe at all.  And we can't let them just be in the house at night because (like last night) they wake us up in the middle of the night wrestling or playing on the bed.

Moo




Richard Parker.  He sits funny.  I think he's double jointed.








There is also another poop issue... but with Moo now.  I've started letting them outside some.
Here is Moo.  Looking like he is innocently playing in the empty flower pot.


Ok, in this pic he is just innocently sitting.  But the next week not so much.  Innocent until he jumped out and boom... he had pooped in it.  He had the whole backyard to pick from and he chose concrete.  I don't think that is a normal cat choice.  Poop violation #1.

Poop violation #2:  Fast forward a week later and I find day old poop in the corner of the screen porch.  Maybe that was my fault.  I may have left them on the porch for a few hours with no litter box.   

But then (Poop violation #3),  4 minutes after I cleaned it up, Moo poops in the same spot (again, instead of the great outdoors).   Dammit cat.

Poop violation #4:  I'm on screen porch, to supervise there is no more pooping on it.  The concrete pot is in backyard.  I look over and Moo is in the pot with his front paws perched on the rim.  Oh no.  HE POOPS IN THE POT AGAIN!

Who has to clean up cat poop outside more than inside their house?  But tonight I took them to the way back of the yard and Moo successfully pooped in a pile of pine straw.  Super.  Now, I'm the cat lady who blogs about her cats' poop.


In other news, today was homecoming at OHS.  We have a half day of classes then a field day type carnival the rest of the day.  It's been pretty tame the last two years.  However, today I witnessed/had to be a semi-intervening teacher for 3 crises.  But I'll tell it like Mrs. Maples really saved the day.

Crisis #1)  A skirmish between two girls starts to build near the end of the carnival.  Me and a few other teachers are nearby.  I intervene and diffuse the skirmish by talking one of the girls down.  (But really another teacher did as I watched)... I did give a few final words of encouragement though.."It's not worth it [girl's name], not your senior year homecoming."

Crisis #2) Minutes later I am walking by the bathroom to the stadium when I hear a commotion in the girls' bathroom.  I enter to find two girls crouching on the floor. One of the girls is short of breath and a little hysterical.  She has overheated.  I grab wet paper towels and call for help.  (But really another teacher was there first bending down, telling her to breathe and a second teacher was getting the paper towels.)  I offered moral support and held the girls glasses and cell phone until the nurse arrived.

Crisis #3)  Fight in the stadium.  As students are filing into the bleachers to watch the pep rally a fight breaks out at the top.  I am the only teacher around.  I break up the fight, jerking both girls up by their hair, and take them to the administrators.  (But really the cross country coach was the only teacher nearby.  The rest of us came running up the bleachers when we saw the crowd.  I stood in the aisle to block other students from trying to get into the fighting section and yelled at them to sit down.)



Also this month.  Joe turned 32. 

 Presents are real exciting at 32.  Time magazine, candy, and almonds.
 I also got him some adirondack chairs.





Finally, it's fall.  Joe is the one with the eye and desire to decorate.  We did this last weekend: 



Our old realtor saw it and text Joe:  "Emily sure does have the house looking good" 
Yessssss.