Today was my “day off.” Narda came home Friday, and today, she took Malka from wake-up until dinner (where I took over).
Cougar, Quincy, and Juno MADE SURE that I stayed in bed with them for MOST of the day. I felt guilty for about 5 minutes. Malka woke up at 7:30, Narda got out of bed, Cougar pads over to me, and plops down in the crook of my armpit, purring in my ear. I seriously could NOT get up. Quincy settles into the space between my legs, Juno meaows at them both, and takes over Narda’s side of the bed. I follow the lead of my feline companions, and go back to sleep. Until 9:30am. (BLISS!) Narda and Malka come into the bedroom, Malka is placed upon the bed, where she spends the next 10 minutes trying to hug Cougar, by putting her head on him, then pulling back and giggling. It was seriously just way too much cute to handle. So I got up.
I make a breakfast of (gluten-free) pancakes, eggs and coffee for Narda and I, Narda gets Malka down for a nap around 10am, and we enjoy a lovely brunch together. Around 11:30, I feel the lull of a full belly, a sleeping baby, and a partner who has work to do to prepare for class tomorrow, so I do what any logical person would do. I return to the ever-demanding job as a cat pillow until 2:30 or so. At this point, Narda takes Malka out to help with her errands, and I tackle Malka’s room. I do paint touch ups from the spots where I had taken down the magnet boards, I sort through her clothes, and pull out all of the ones that no longer fit, are out of season, etc. I put up her growth chart, tidied up her room, and did some de-cluttering.
I then loaded the dishwasher and made Malka’s dinner, Annie’s rice-pasta mac and cheese, where I snuck in some steamed broccoli. My girls came home around 4:30, and then went back out at about 5:00 for another quick spin around the block. I felt the lure of the felines once more. Quincy was sitting on the couch, nodding off, giving me hints and suggestions. So I gave in. I went back to the bed for half an hour. I mean, really, what else could I do?
Malka had a lovely dinner, with her broccoli and mac and cheese, and then went to bed. And then Narda and I had sushi for dinner. And now I have to go, because The L Word is on, and as much as they annoy me, because it’s such a SMALL segment of the lesbian population; like a train wreck, you can’t help but watch…
5 thoughts on “I blame the cats!”
Sounds like a GREAT day – and plenty achieved, despite the luxury of not getting out of your pj’s all day ;o)
I often say that I am not a woman who runs with the wolves, but rather a woman who naps with the cats. This is not to say that I don’t get things done, but that the pattern of my activity is much more feline than canine. I often find myself pinned between kitties.
I call it “The Cat Nap Attack”. Talula is ever so skilled at convincing me that a little cat nap will solve all of our problems.
Sounds like a perfect day and certainly much deserved. *hugs*
Yep, it was the cats.
They forced it upon you.