1. I typed this whole thing out and then accidently deleted it. Gah!
2. I own a very bad cat as seen below.
3. He is really tempermental and moody and pretty much only likes me. Even I don't really pick him up. His name is Cody Pablo but my dad calls him Cody Diablo. No one else likes him. At all.
4. Last Wednesday at about 7:20 before work I am in my kitchen making lunches when the doorbell rings. I peek out the window and there is a random chick I have never seen before. I was tempted to just ignore her but I decided to see what she wanted. I opened the door and she explained that she is my next door neighbor's sister (sidenote-- we wave to the next door neighbor when we come and go and occasionally make small talk with him, but don't know him that well). She says that my orange cat is trapped upstairs in her brother's master bedroom closet.
5. I followed her in disbelief over to the townhouse next door (that I had never previously set foot it). She walks me up to the third floor, opens the bedroom closet and sure enough, there is my cat hissing and spitting. I manage to piece together that the previous night when we were bringing groceries in, he must have slipped unnoticed out the front door. Over night the weather became cold and rainy, so when my neighbor left for work at 5:30 in the morning, Cody bolted in his house. They tried to catch him but couldn't, so they just chased him to the closet. This left me crouched in a pile of my neighbor's dirty laundry trying to coax a furious and terrified cat towards me making "Pssssss psss" noises and saying "Hey Beebs" in a high pitched baby voice. (Sidenote: It worksto get him to come at home, but it just made me look certifiably insane in this setting). He did finally approach me tenatively but wouldn't let me pick him up and I wasn't about to choke hold him and wrestle him down two flights of stairs in short sleeves in front of a stranger. The sister finally just left me alone to figure it out for myself.
6. Thank God Ryan hadn't left for work yet. He was in the shower when the doorbell rang and when he recieved my multiple near hysterical nervous phone calls from the master bedroom closet he got the carrier and brought it over. Cody hates the carrier and it was full on war with claws out, howling, hangers and clothes everywhere and poor Ryan rolling around on the floor in his suit and tie but he managed to stuff the cat in the cage and close the door. Have I mentioned this guy is my hero?
7. The cat fiasco ate up about 30 minutes of my morning I hadn't budgeted for. I barely got Isaac to school on time, and I rolled up to my school a few minutes late. I parked by the playground with my plan being to slink in through the back door undetected. Except as I am getting out of the car with my lunch bag, purse, computer bag and two fly swatters (don't ask), a huge crowd of kids rushes at me saying "Thank goodness you are here! We were waiting for you before we can start walking club!" So I rounded out the morning tromping through the neighborhood with a group of kids in my wedge heels. Not how I would recommend starting off a Thursday.
8. Isaac had a full on snow day yesterday (Monday). Sadly, he had to spend it watching movies at the YMCA cause I had school as usual. Not even a delay for me. Booooooo.
9. So true....
10. Is it spring break yet?!
Happy Tuesday!
