This is my life…


24 hours and a day. Yes, that is how long I have been waiting. For what you may ask, well I will tell you soon enough.

I’ve got company coming over in four hours. I need to clean this place up and whip up an enormous batch of royal icing for our gingerbread houses too.

2:20 a.m. Coco was in my face wanting food.

5:00 a.m. She was back again crying…for what, well lets see, I put fresh water out, some wet food this time and then brushed her to settle her down. Why? Am I nuts? Do I spoil my cat beyond ridiculous? Well to answer simply, yes I do, but it all goes back to the beginning of this post.

You see…Coco gets constpated. Poor kitty. She also has this weird habit of only going at the same time as me. I know what you are thinking and no, I am not constipated too, thankfully, but nonetheless, as soon as I sit on the can there she is in her box throwing sand all over my clean floor.

So, this morning she finally decided to drop the mother load of poops…Yay!
Yes, I am relieved, (as I imagine so is she) but anyone who knows about long haired cats will know the rest of this story. I’m trying to clean my house and instead I’m opening windows, scooping sand and drum roll please…chasing a spoiled cat who has a lump of poop on her butt!

Yes, when I am not putting out flames on her and Mama I get the glamorous task of scooping shit before breakfast. I think there is going to be a lot of Prosecco in my day.

Look at this little angel…how can you possibly say no to her?

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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3 Responses to This is my life…

  1. katecrimmins says:

    It happens. I had a cat that I used to shave around the butt so it didn’t get messy. Yep we are nuts.

  2. Kate, I try and trim her often but she sees the scissors and runs and hides! Not any easy task to do alone either 😦

  3. CJ says:

    Such a luxurious looking pelt ! I’d run, too, if I saw you coming with scissors!

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