My time in the sinuses. October 9, 2008 ~ 2:57 pm
Posted by Julie in : Da Cats, Rick , trackbackHey, you know what I got for my birthday? (Aside from that really cool Monday Night Football Steelers win over the Ravens in overtime that happened after midnight and thus technically on my birthday.) A cold! Actually, Rick got the cold that Monday when we were watching the game, and after I spent all day in the car with him driving back on my actual birthday, I got it too. Thanks, honey! He got me other, less germy things too, so I won’t complain too much. Also, the entire world and everybody on the internet has it, so it was probably inevitable.
Today is the first day I sort of feel like myself. I am very very sleepy, but I can think more or less coherently, and I have a drive to do things for the first time in a week and a half. This morning I actually emptied the dishwasher and reloaded it with the Leaning Tower of Dirty Dishes that had been sitting in the sink. And tonight I’m going to the laundromat, but that is more out of desperation for clean socks and underwear instead of a desire to be cleanly. I even have a desire to drink alcohol again, which must mean I am getting better. Because for a whole week all I wanted was juice. Lots and lots and lots of juice. I revert to a five year old when I am sick, and I rocked the Juicy Juice like a preschooler at snacktime.
Things happened in that dim time while I was on my sickbed, but all I can really remember is that Rick tried to teach Freddie his right from his left in an attempt “to evolve the species.” Rick also started making toys for Freddie out of pipe cleaners, which Freddie loves above everything on earth (including Humpy) and which invariably end up underneath the fridge. Freddie then moves through the stages of grief, piteously crying at the refrigerator, digging under it in denial of the fact that his paws won’t reach the toys, and finally attacks the refrigerator in rage, pounding on its door. He never does get to the acceptance phase, though. And Rick, cruel cat father, laughs at him and won’t retrieve the toys, claiming that Freddie plays with them by the fridge on purpose because it’s more fun to play in the “danger zone.” For someone who swears Freddie is stupid, I think Rick ascribes way too much intellect to the cat.
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Did you get any pictures of the pipe cleaner toys before they ended up under the fridge?
Glad you’re feeling better!
Rick basically just makes them into little circles or springs, but by the time Freddie has chewed on them, and pounced on them, and drooled on them, they are just sad little pieces of hardened pipe cleaner.