I Survived Christmas 2014 - I think I could write a novella
and name it that. Between out of town relatives that my moody teens barely
spoke to, unexpected snowfalls, burst pipes, and cat angst and relocation, I
think this holiday has been memorable. Let’s talk about cats because no one
really cares about moody teenagers. It’s what they are. Especially when you’re
down a cat.
Remember how, many moons ago, we added Princess to the
family to solve the problem of the teens fighting over possession of Darth
Jingles? Then the cats didn’t get along. I figured these things take time.
Yeah, well, the cats decided otherwise. Hubby broke up a lot of cat fights, so
that made him extra unpopular with Princess. She was The Girl’s Siamese and
would only lower herself to mingle with the other household peons if we had
food. Although, honestly, the cat weighed a ton. Food was the last thing she
really needed.
In her little kitty mind, Hubby threw down the gauntlet - he didn’t share his morning bowl of cereal.
Not that he didn’t let her have the milk after he’d eaten the cereal, because
that was an established routine. Princess upped her demands and wanted his
Cheerios. Hubby refused. That sort of uppity behavior was not to be tolerated.
She stared right at him, and peed on his socks. It went downhill from there. Princess
targeted Hubby for a week for her revenge potty warfare and probably didn’t
know she was in danger of becoming an outdoor – only cat with snowfall looming
on the horizon.
What saved her? Well oddly, in an attempt to cut down cat
fights at night, we’ve been tossing both feline arses outside all day to work
off some energy. Little did we know Princess went from our house straight to
Mr. & Mrs. Patience’s house and hung
out with their dog. (Mr. & Mrs. Patience have four teens of their own and
all of their kids’ friends and neighborhood teens hang out at their house. They
even feed them. What would you call them?) When Mr. Patience opened the back
door to let their dog in, Princess went in too. She jumped up on their sofa
beside the dog, curled up, and slept all day. We’d wondered why she still had
energy to prowl and cause mischief all night after being outside all day.
Hubby dropped in on Mr. Patience to ask about - I really
don’t remember or care - and found our cat on his sofa! He called me and I came
over to see. I was mortified. Mr. Patience laughed, he didn’t mind cat sitting
our little hellion. In fact, he had a friend over the other day sitting there
on his sofa, petting our cat, and commenting she was going to steal this cat because
it was so soft and docile. Really? Well actually…
So Princess found a new home (with three other cats, two
dogs, and some birds) on a trial basis. She fit in well and they kept her. The
Girl was a little put out, but understanding. Darth Jingles is like a new cat.
She is extra lovey and purring all the time. It’s like she’s either really
grateful we got rid of the interloper, or she’s trying to prove she is cat
enough for the family and we don’t need another one. Either way it works.
Okay, it did work
- until we left her alone Christmas Eve and went to Hubby’s parent’s house.
Jingles has been alone all day before without trouble, but apparently doesn’t
like being left alone at night. That or she knew it was Christmas and the last
two years we’d taken her with us to see the Grandma who likes little black
cats. She likes to play hard to get, which isn’t hard when you’re playing with
a frail woman over eighty. Anyway, we came home to find paper and ribbons all
over the living room, a lamp knocked over and chipped, and ornaments knocked
off the trees. Yes plural on the trees, each kid had their own to decorate.
Whatever, I didn’t even scold her because we did leave her
home on the holiday. Our fault, moving on. She wouldn’t have enjoyed it. We
spent most of Christmas day trying to soak up water from the downstairs
bathroom after a hose came loose under the sink and gallons of hot water
flooded the bathroom, hall, and utility room. They’re getting a Shop-Vac for
Christmas next year. Hubby’s parents are impossible to shop for, and now I know
what they don’t have. Using a Green Machine to suck up gallons of water was,
well, it was inefficient. They also don’t have a box fan, so there’s one
birthday down.
On the plus side, The Girl wanted a white Christmas and she
got it. The winter storm warnings indicated we wouldn’t get snow where we were,
but they were a little off. Only off by about eight inches or so, no big deal.
Enough for her to play in and it’s kept the cat mostly house bound. It’s okay
though. Since we relocated Princess, Jingles has been much nicer, even to
Hubby. Smart cat.
