That Dang Cat

As many of you know, I have a cat named Zarrah. We lovingly refer to her as Satan. I would like to affirm that she is the Devil. Ok, let’s back the story up. Aimee and I also have dogs. My dog's name is Patrick, or P-dog for short, and Aimee's dog's name is Tucker, aka Chuck (story for another time). Patrick sleeps in my bed at night and Tucker sleeps in Aimee's bed at night. The fish, Carney, has his own aquarium, and the cat, Satan has the rest of the house. So this means that the cat has the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the hallway, and sometimes the garage when her stupid ass won't come inside. Well as Aimee and I were sleeping last night, I hear this gentle scratching at the door. This gentle scratching I heard sent Patrick into a fit of rage. No Patrick is normally a sweet dog, loves everyone, loves to play, you know the type. So anyways, this gentle scratching sets Patrick off, he's pretty protective of "his" room. I open my door and there is no cat. So I go back to bed. Well little did I know that the cat was playing the same game with Aimee and Tucker. So back to bed, a little while later I hear the scratching again, Patrick goes nuts again, open the door...No cat. I am starting to get pissed. Satan scratches on Aimee's door Tucker starts to bark. Damn cat. We play this game for a while, and then the scratching turns into the cat flinging her body again the door. I swear she could have given herself a concussion. Well by this time, Patrick has given up all hope and doesn't even raise his head to bark at her anymore. This is all well and good, at 6:00 AM. So I get out of bed. It's hard to sleep if your cat is flinging her body against your door. So I get up, just to walk into the living room to find Satan having a fight with a cinnamon stick Santa from the tree. I was like No Ma'am!!! We do not fight the cinnamon stick Santas. She ran under the Christmas tree. I look under the tree, only to find that she taken a tampon out of my purse which was on the end table and put it under the tree. It looked like she and the tampon had had a fight sometime during the night, and needless to say...the tampon lost. Satan runs out from under the tree and into the bathroom, where upon she beings to worship the bathroom gods. I have to tee-tee so I go in there my self. Now I don't know about y’all but we have a big bath mat, not a big bathroom, but a big bath mat. As I am sitting there trying to tee-tee she decides she wants to worship the bathroom gods under my feet. I don't consider myself much of a morning person anyways, but at 6 AM while I am trying to tee-tee I do not appreciate this damned cat under my feet purring. Then Patrick got pissed because the cat got to be in the bathroom with me and he didn't. Aimee had to be at work at 6 so she is in there too trying to put in her contacts, then Tucker wonders in I guess cause everyone else is in there. So my morning started off with two adults, two dogs, and a cat in the bathroom. It was not a pleasant experience.

The Importance of Mom's

Ya know you never really know how important Mom's are until they aren't around to help you out with things. Case in point...I have been sick this past week, especially this weekend. All I could do Saturday is lay on the couch, I felt that bad. But I am getting ahead of myself. Friday night after I got off of work, I went home and my roommate was already there. I told her that I was not feeling well and she said she wasn't either. And we both looked like hell (I thought I should add that in there). She said I think we need some medicine, so at 9:30 at night, she and I load up and go to United. We would have gone to Wal-Mart, but the Wal-Mart here in town never has the stuff you need, and the close at like 8pm. So to United it was. We go inside and are practically shunned by everyone, no one speaks or anything, so we go to the medicine aisle, and I get my stuff Benedril (sp?) and Mylanta to mix together and gargle with. Well taking Aimee to pick out medicine is no easy task. I stood there forever waiting on her to pick out what kind of cough syrup she wanted. She wanted the kind that makes you go to sleep, cause her coughing was keeping her up. But they apparently don't make an adult kind that makes you sleepy and doesn't taste like ass. So I told her to get kids kind, well she got this article that Dymitap(sp?) has something in it that has been known to cause cancer, and she would just as soon have a cough. Now, I watch the news, and I have not heard anything about this medicine causing cancer, but if I ahd of talked her into it and then she came down with cancer I would have felt bad. So I was so tired and felt so bad, that I put my medicinal products onthe floor and sat down myself. Now I don't know if yall have ever tried to buy cough syrup, but if you sit on the floor at United it puts you right at the cough syrup eye level. I don't know if its the same at Wal-Mart, maybe United is trying to market to a different level of people (no pun intended). Well Aimee thinks this is a good idea so she sits down too. We spent 45 minutes in the dang grocery store trying to find cough syrup. She finally settled on Vick's. Which she had already told me was the kind that tasted like ass, and she didn't want ass flavored kind. I couldn't blame her for that. So, we left the grocery store with more medicine than we have ever had at our house. So the moral of this story is when you are sick you need your Mom cause she won't pick out non-cancerous but maybe ass flavored cough syrup and it won't take her 45 minutes. WE should have just called out Mom's.

One of My Favorite Christmas Decorations

Ever since I was a wee baby gator I have always had a favorite Christmas decoration. This may sound silly but it just wouldn't be Christmas without this certain piece of decor. For as long as I can remember my Mom Gator had a wooden manger scene. The figures are (as in most manger scenes) Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, this little crib thingy that Baby Jesus sits on, a tree, a camel, a donkey, a sheep, a manger, a star, and stick that holds the star above the manger. But the star has been MIA for a few years. Also I don't know where the wise men are, they have never been in on this manger scene. This manger scene must have been made before the wise men got there. I don't know. When I was little I would sit and play with this manger scene for hours. And every year (never failed) my Mom Gator would put out the manger scene. Well my first year of college, and my first year in my house was a sad one. I did not have the manger scene with me. This is because it is not my manger scene its my Mom Gator's. Then last Christmas my Mom Gator gave me the best before Christmas Christmas present ever. She sent the manger scene home with me. She sent it home in a ziplock bag with some baking soda cause apparently it was kinda stinky. Well every year (both of them) that Aimee and I have been in this house we have put out my very special manger scene. In fact it is sitting on the tower of the computer right beside me.