Weekend, where did you go?

Ok, the weekend flew by me somehow and I got absolutely nothing accomplished. I don't really count mowing the lawn and laundry as getting things done. I had hoped to work on the "quillow"  (I'll post pics sometime) for Bruce's cousin this weekend and organizing my craft / cat / office space a little.  I did go look at a table that I saw on Craigslist to use for crafting.  It was at a thrift store and looked much better in the picture. I could work with it, you know, a little paint or varnish, but they were asking way to much for it and right now I have no idea what I would do with all the stuff that is currently occupying it's intended destination.  I'm mulling it all over. I'm sure I could negotiate a lower price. 

For whatever reason, a few weeks ago Bruce decided he can't live with our kitchen floor anymore. Not that I blame him. I've owned this home for almost 17 years and am quite sick of seeing the 1970's linoleum myself. We picked out vinyl stick down "tiles" and brought home a single one to see how we liked it. We agreed that it works for us, since we can't afford to update the whole kitchen. Last weekend, with no warning or discussion, Bruce started trying to scrape up the old stuff. Trying is the key word. That stuff is seriously stuck on there. They must have glued every square inch of it. After trying several of the methods we found online, we gave up for the time being. Today he bought a pneumatic scraper. We'll see how that goes. We didn't get to play with it yet. Here's what will be coming out... eventually...  Doesn't this just maky you feel groovy?  Ha ha!

 

As I was typing that last paragraph, Bob was outside, crying to come in.  Bruce let him in and instantly, Bob threw up. Not a hairball. Not cat food. Seriously EEWWWW! I'll spare you the details. So I cleaned it up with Clorox bleach cleaner.  I come back from putting the yuckiness in the trash and all of the other cats are out, sniffing the spot. Now they are taking turns rolling around on the spot. What is it about bleach that makes them so wacky? It's a similar reaction to catnip. Does anyone else have a cat that does that?  Maybe Bob was letting me know he didn't want the grass cut. I think he enjoys pretending he's a "big cat" in the wild grasses of the plains.

 

  Actually, I think he was telling me to put his food back on the porch. For the time before he was allowed in the house, he had food and water on the front porch. He's still allowed out, but only because he sits and yowls at the door until we let him out. He refuses to use the litter boxes and will hold it all day or night, which I know isn't good for him. Last week I stopped putting the food out. I have carried him in to where the food is and even played traffic cop (some of the other kitties aren't quite adjusted to him and are less than friendly with him), so that he could eat in peace and get used to eating inside. Guess I'll put some food out for him (and his friend, the Opossum). It's funny, I have heard Bob chase off other cats who appear at random, that come near the porch, but I've seen him lie there and watch, while the Opossum eat, and then drink out of his water bowl. No hissing (from either party), no screeching, just cat and Opossum sharing the same space.

Speaking of cats, I got a free Kindle book from Pixel of Ink on FB today. They offer free books EVERY day!!!  I got my Kindle for Christmas and haven't bought a single book yet! But I digress... The book is called The Cat Manual.  It's adorable and funny. It's a book for cats, that's been handed down through the ages to tell them how to handle living with humans. If you are owned by a cat, I suggest reading it. It's not very long, but very enjoyable. 

On the downside, I am getting a sore throat. I'm guessing from mowing the lawn?  Maybe I was breathing through my mouth?  All I do know is that it's June, in Florida and I cannot understand a sore throat.  Hmmphffff!  I will try the warm salt gargle in a little bit.  A sore throat!  Hmmmphhhffftt!