6 posts tagged “boo”
My new bff, Mike from my class at Thunderbird mentioned that I should put a funny picture of me and Boo on my blog. And I went, "Oh yeah. My blog. Bwahahaha, I still have that, don't I?" And explained that I'd been slacking on my blogging because of all the traveling to the West Coast (4 of the last 6 weeks) and you know, that MBA thing I started. And Mike responded with this gem:
"I have a lot of sentences that start that way. I used to _____, _____times per ____ but then I started Thunderbird. That applies to pretty much everything. Except coffee."
And then he told me I could blog that for free but this time only. And then compared his witty banter to dealing coke - the first one's on the house to get me addicted. See why I *heart* him? Now if you'll excuse me I must return the vortex of accounting that is trying to drown our entire class.
I will post that picture of Boo soon. Along with wedding planning adventures. And congrats to Jon & Ericka on their engagement - we love you guys!
Happy Birthday Dave! Dave's birthday started at 4am when Boo woke us up crying and trying to reach something in the far corner of the closet, behind my crates of winter clothes. Dave and I are very heavy sleepers - she was crying very loud. Dave graciously got out of bed (cursing) and moved the boxes so Boo could fit in the closet and look around. We promptly fell back asleep.
After I got home this afternoon, the discussion about what Boo was chasing began. Dave, based on prior history assumes it was a whole bunch of nothing. I guess mouse, because there's no way she would make that much noise if it were really nothing. Walking out of our bedroom, I picked Boo up and said "My poor Boo, Dave doesn't believe you that there was a OHMYGODTHERE'SAMOUSE!" And a little black and brown rodent ran straight from the hallway PAST MY FEET into our bedroom. My scream scared the crap out of Boo who immediately ran downstairs. Blink. Now what? Dave asks me how to catch a mouse. "Get the cat?"
We pulled out a flashlight and begin looking for the mouse. Not that we have a single. clue. as to what we're going to do if we find it. We find it in the far corner of the room, and immediately freaking out ensues. I throw on my nearest pair of shoes, and Dave goes to chase the cat into our bedroom. "Watch the mouse" he says. Watch it do what? Scare the crap out of me? Boo comes running into the bedroom and straight under the bed. Dave pulls out a broom and a small trashcan. Now we're armed you bastard. Dave shoos the mouse under the bed. With the cat. Sweet - all done, right? Boo comes out from under the bed and leaves. She cries. WTF - you're a CAT. there's a MOUSE. You woke us up because you wanted this mouse so badly so freaking catch it for us! The mouse runs out from under the bed, along the side wall and - into the closet right where Boo had it trapped the night before. I decide its time to catch the cat again. So I grab Boo and shove her into the corner of the closet the mouse ran into not a minute earlier. And my cat, the great hunter curls into a ball and bawls as if we're trying to take her to the vet. Holy. Moses. We couldn't have put her CLOSER to the freaking mouse. So we let her go and decide this apparently is a job for the humans. The giant humans with a broom, flashlight, dress shoes and plastic trashcan. We start poking things in the closet, hearts racing waiting for this little brat to run out. Suddenly he does and makes a run for the door! Ruuuuunnnn Freeeeeee, free as the wind.....
Sorry. This mouse story is geting dramatic. He doesn't fit! He's too fat from living in our warm little house not being caught by my cat to fit under the door. He darts back under the bed and meanwhile I'm simultaneously trying to jump onto the bed and also fence him in with my feet. Its amazing I didn't land on my face. So now its clear that me, Dave, our weapons, the mouse and Boo are all trapped in our bedroom. And the mouse and Boo are back under the bed together. Not finding each other. I say "I think its time for us to leave and just let Boo figure out there's a mouse in here and catch it. All this racket is freaking her out." But we forget that the mouse has the brain the size of a pea. And he decides to make a break for it again - straight at my feet. But this time I have the trashcan and SHOINK it goes, right over his little butt. We did it! We ransacked our entire bedroom and trapped the mouse under a trash can! Mwahahaha ha. ha. Uh. What do we do now?
Dave says "Uh. I know he's little but put something on top of that trash can." Good point. Maybe its a freakishly strong mouse. I choose a giant law book. We decide to shimmy the trashcan to the edge of the carpet and then onto a note pad and then flip it over. Ingenius! Dave refused to look in the trash can until it was outside. Aw. He's cute. Now go throw him far far far away. Dave then proceeded to wash his hands surgeon style - up to his elbows.
As Geeky pointed out to us - Boo is a pretty, pretty princess - she can't catch mice! My Dad described her as a pointer, "Look. There's mouse, someone get it!" I'm so glad we have a cat to do that for us. sigh.
The other night as we were getting ready for bed Dave went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water and was gone for an indorinately long time. He looked very grumpy when he returned and told me it was the cat's fault he was gone so long. He found her staring intently under the stove, her butt in the air flicking her tail back and forth. Boo's been known to have been a good hunter in her younger days, once even trapping a baby squirrel in my step-mom's shoe so Dave decided to investigate. He got a flashlight and joined Boo on the floor. So there they were, butts in the air staring intently under the stove together. They searched and searched for the evil stove monster and came up empty. A whole lot of nothing. I'm pretty sure this is the part where my cat fell over laughing at the dumb human who she tricked into searching for things where really there was nothing.
Now whenever I ask Dave where Boo is he says, "She's protecting us from the kitchen." Not that he's bitter or anything.
I spent the last week cat-sitting for my friend Angela's two cats, and it was nothing less than an adventure. It was so much fun to have a kitten around, and it was also exhausting. Her youngest cat Xavier is ridiculously curious. And also liked to climb into the toilet. INTO the toilet. As in, all four paws sitting in the part of the toilet that had no
Their favorite time to play was all night long. When they finally got exhausted Xavier would come sleep at my feet or on my side. My cat? My cat slept on my head. Like protective head gear. Protecting me from the evil evil 4 pound obscenely soft kitten. Plus. She could keep an eye out and see everything from her perch on my pillow.
When the kittens finally left yesterday, Boo came running down stairs and looked at me as if to say "They left? You mean you weren't keeping them forever?" and I just looked at her and said "Nope. Not forever." And she said "OH THANK GOD. I'M TIRED." And I said, "I know, Boo. I know."
While laying in bed watching cartoons and trying to wake up this morning:
"Cat. You and Dave have adequately tortured me this morning, so you can stop anytime now."
"LOVED, dear. Loved. We have adequately LOVED you this morning."
"Oh, right. Sometimes I get your love confused with torture."
My cat Boo, is insane. No, really - she's a little nutty. Most cats think that they're ruler of the roost, but Boo takes it to a whole new level. Boo is freakishly needy, but only in that princess, I'll need you when I feel like needing you dammit! kind of way. For example, its not that she actually wants to sit in my face for hours on end. She just wants to know that she COULD sit in my face for hours on end if she wanted to. Its her bed, she just lets me and MD sleep there cause she's nice like that.
Her recent trick is that she suddenly, after 14 years of life has decided she likes all people food. She has always loved milk, particularly after I ate the cereal from it, but now she loves everything. Mostly tuna, turkey and especially cheesesteaks. Thats right, my CAT loves CHEESESTEAKS. I wonder if she's confused and maybe thinks shes a dog. If I should somehow tell her that she is, in fact a cat and therefore should only like cat things - fish, maybe chicken, and milk, and thats it. Potato chips and popcorn - NOT CAT FOOD. And half the food she doesn't actually like, she just wants to know I would share it with her for her to disdainfully spit out - as IF I would feed her that rubbish.
