“Always lists to be made, as if writing items in neat vertical rows might stave off randomness and chaos.”

Today is cloudy at times but warm, in the low 70’s. It is a perfect day for errands. I have 4 stops. I’ve numbered them based on geography. I’m doing a loop starting at the library and ending at Agway.

The morning I watched the interaction between Henry and Cat1. Henry was sniffing the cat’s interesting end so Cat1 turned around and almost whacked the dog who jumped away, but Henry didn’t care. He kept harassing the cat who kept whacking Henry with his paw. Henry thought it a game. I’m not sure what the cat thought, but Cat1 didn’t run away so maybe he saw the interaction as benign.

I did go out to dinner last week, but other than that, I haven’t been anywhere or done anything. I don’t count errands. I’m thinking fun things to do. I know it’s time. The signs are here. When I woke up, I went into the bathroom and ended up cleaning behind stuff. I took everything out of a basket and washed tops and covers. I also cleaned picture frames. When this weird cleaning frenzy starts, I know I need to change my routine before I spend the whole day cleaning odd nooks and crannies. I’ve already been eyeing the three baskets here in the den under the table, a monumental task. I need help, a diversion, entertainment, company.

When I woke up this morning, both Henry and Cat1 were on my bed. The cat was by my head and the dog by my feet. They are still beside me but on the couch. The cat is sprawled between me and the arm of the couch with its paws hanging. The dog is curled. Both are sleeping. They are living the good life!

When I was a kid, we always had a dog. I know my mother had a dog but my father had no pets. His parents weren’t pet people. My aunt gave us our first dog, Duke, the boxer. We got our first cat when I was in high school. At the time, my father was working all week in Maine and coming home only weekends. He said the cat needed to go before he got home. He didn’t like cats. My mother said keep it. He’d adjust. He did, and from then on, my parents always had cats, but only one other dog besides Duke, Beebe. I’m a multi-pet person, usually two cats and a dog.

I need to finish Coffee so I can get going. Where is that list?

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4 Comments on ““Always lists to be made, as if writing items in neat vertical rows might stave off randomness and chaos.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I understand about the weird cleaning frenzy that causes one to focus on odd nooks and crannies in the house. I’ve been eyeing the side table next to the TV for a couple of weeks as well as contemplating vacuuming the cellar walls! So far I have managed to restrain myself.

    My parents had dogs and cats and other kinds of pets when they were young. My mother also had a fox cub. She wasn’t really one for animals when she got her own house. Ironically the house my parents bought came with a cellar cat and a garage cat and then my father brought home a dog. My brothers and I brought home wild things we found so there was the skunk, the raccoon, the pigeon, and the turtle. There were rats, hamsters, guinea pigs, fish. I brought home kittens and a puppy. She weathered them all, stoically, if not happily.

    It’s lovely up here today. Warm, partly sunny skies and a cool breeze. I should go out and whack some weeds. Maybe later.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I hope I can have the same restraint. Maybe all the running around today, I finished all four stops on my to-do list, will keep those frenzies at bay for a couple of days.

      We had hamsters, a chameleon, a box turtle and parakeets. My parents wonderfully welcomed every new animal. They spoiled Shauna, my first boxer. My mother made dog biscuits, and my father always made her special dinner plates like corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day.

      Today was lovely down here as well. I was surprised at so little traffic. I thought the lovely day would bring people out on the roads.

      Have a wonderful evening!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Cat 2 is still hiding? Must be quite boring alone under the bed.

    • katry Says:

      When I got Fern and Maddie, they were both 5. Fern was out right away, but Maddie was hidden in the same bedroom where Cat2 hides. She hid for months, maybe even as many as 6 or 8 months.

      A couple of years ago Maddie was sleeping in the den. One of my friends asked if I’d gotten a new cat. Nope, Maddie in her old age had finally decided to stay out in view.

      Cat2 comes out from under the bed. At night I can hear her (?) running around upstairs. It is so loud that Henry looks up at the ceiling. The small braided rug in the hall is often in my bedroom. I think Cat2 surfs on it.

      I catch glimpses of her before she runs under the bed. Last night I saw Cat2 and held out my hand. She ran under the bed.

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