So Much Makes Sense Now
I usually sleep with a glass of water by my side of the bed. Sam sleeps right below me in front of my nightstand, and Guinness sleeps curled up right next to my left side. On occasion I fail miserably to meet his expectations in regards to how the household should be run. An event such as this occurred early Friday morning around 4:30 am - only a half hour before my alarm was set to go off. You see, his food dish was half empty (he fails to look at the "half full" side of things), and he was convinced he was about to starve to death. Needless to say, he wanted me up and he wanted me up NOW. I ignored him and pushed him off the bed. That was a mistake because the next thing I knew, I simultaneously heard a thud and had water splash all over my face, the bed, and the floor, with some of it falling onto poor Sam. Guinness ran and I locked him out of the bedroom for the next twenty minutes out of spite.
The following morning as I was meandering through the kitchen in a fog, rummaging around for a cup of ambition to start the day, I stepped into a puddle of water nearly slipped and fell on my rear. Our kitchen is tile, so when it is wet it is slick!!! Guinness has a tendency to play in his water when he gets bored, and I scolded him. He looked at me expectantly and sat in front of his full food dish. I knew what he wanted - he wanted to go outside. Unfortunately for him, we have had some bald eagles flying around our house and as beautiful as they are, they are also predators, and Guinness, I'm sure, would be a fantastic meal for them, so he has been staying inside during the daylight hours, much to his dismay.
As I walked out of the kitchen, I heard a crash come from our utility room. I turned around and as I rounded the corner to see what had happened, I found that Guinness had tipped over his litter box, spilling litter all over the floor, making my utility room look like Mt. Vesuvius erupted volcanic ash over Pompeii all over again.
In any event, I was snapping photos last night and I got this shot of Guinness:
The following morning as I was meandering through the kitchen in a fog, rummaging around for a cup of ambition to start the day, I stepped into a puddle of water nearly slipped and fell on my rear. Our kitchen is tile, so when it is wet it is slick!!! Guinness has a tendency to play in his water when he gets bored, and I scolded him. He looked at me expectantly and sat in front of his full food dish. I knew what he wanted - he wanted to go outside. Unfortunately for him, we have had some bald eagles flying around our house and as beautiful as they are, they are also predators, and Guinness, I'm sure, would be a fantastic meal for them, so he has been staying inside during the daylight hours, much to his dismay.
As I walked out of the kitchen, I heard a crash come from our utility room. I turned around and as I rounded the corner to see what had happened, I found that Guinness had tipped over his litter box, spilling litter all over the floor, making my utility room look like Mt. Vesuvius erupted volcanic ash over Pompeii all over again.
In any event, I was snapping photos last night and I got this shot of Guinness:
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| He looks like he is possessed by an alien. Maybe he is an alien - who knows...it would explain so much... |
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| Or he could just be your typical cat...jury is still out as far as I am concerned... |
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