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Inspirational Video 7

I can’t help it, I love funny cat videos.  I’m not sure why, probably because our cat is, EVIL. He likes to go into the bathtub after someone has showered and drink the drops of water from the tap. I know if we turned the water on he would run for the hills…that’s why this video makes me laugh.

Update of Juicing Fast-Day 2 of 10:

Energy: Good

Mood: Good

Physical Symptoms: None

God Bless, Julia

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Cat Love

I have a cat…I even like my evil cat…but seriously, this guy needs a date. I watched this video with my jaw on the floor. I like going on Pinterest…I’m sure it only has one category, DYI and Crafts…it’s the only one I look at anyway. Now, let me just say, this guy is sooooooooooo family,( LGBT code word for fellow LGBT members). The only men I have ever known, who love their cats that much, AND would be this OCD, AND have a space in their house to do this…are gay…he needs a boyfriend. If you are this guy, and you are reading this?…call me hun, I’ll hook you up, I know lots of single, lonely, OCD, interior design guru, GAY men…hell, my next door neighbour fits this profile. For all my straight readers…don’t worry, you can laugh, it’s funny as hell.

God Bless, Julia

Temporary Insanity

Do you ever have days where you wake up angry with the world?  I’m not sure if it’s dreams that I don’t remember, maybe it was the hot flashes and sweltering heat, or, just maybe, it was because I was fighting for space in the king size bed with the evil CAT.  Why does the fur covered animal find it warranted to lay beside me taking up half the bed. It’s a king size bed, you would think there was enough room for two adults and an 8lb cat.  As I try to move away from him, he moves closer…It’s like playing tag when you are semi conscious. 

I’m sure the cat is thinking…wake me from my nap will you? Let’s see how you sleep tonight! The cat sleeps all day, now I know it is so he can keep me up all night and then, at 5 a.m., start meowing in my face for food.  He flicks my face with his tail, whines in my ear, paws at my face…I’m sure he thinks I should be grateful his claws are not out.  So I drag myself out of bed, hoping that I will get peace and quiet for another hour until I am supposed to get up.  I feed Satin, he sniffs it, and WALKS AWAY.  Evil, he is just EVIL.

God Bless, Julia

Animals Under Foot

Bernice and I are dog sitting this week…the little guy’s name is Rambo.  Don’t let the name fool you, he is really just a marshmallow, covered in a lot of fur.  I knew that our own pets, Wilber (miniature dachshund) and Blu (the infamous evil cat), would have an adjustment period but it’s been three days now, and the two…or three…sides are not even at the negotiating table.  Anytime someone moves, warning shots are fired…there is growling, meowing, yelling…and it takes a few moments for everyone to realise it wasn’t the start of WW3. 

Blu, I know, is planning his retaliation already…he keeps glaring at us with a look like, “really?…two of them? You will pay for your transgression? mmmoooohhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa!  I imagine the cat sounds like the evil guy from the Mike Myers movie, Austin Powers  We thought yesterday that the fighting had begun…according to Claire’s reporting in the field, Blu allegedly attacked Rambo…they are all fine, Claire’s imagination can be quite vivid…but the cat is evil, remember. 

As far as Wilber is concerned this is just an opportunity to get more food.  For Wilber, the good part of not being very smart, is that he forgets that there is even another dog in the house…until he walks by.  If Rambo stayed long enough then maybe they could set up an alliance against the cat…but, he goes home on Monday, and then the house will return to the cat’s dictatorship again.

God Bless, Julia

It’s Calling My Name

The garden is calling me…it’s using foul language…I wish it would shut up.  I’ve been neglecting the garden for the last week.  It rained for three days last week which is very unusual for the prairies.  The rain meant I got out of the habit of going out each morning to tend to the garden. It takes six weeks of repeadily doing something for it to become a habit…apparently that only applies to good habits, because the bad ones seem to only need three days.  So in order to keep the garden from embarrassing me in front of the neighbours, I’m going to have to drag myself outside. 

Three days of rain also means the grass is now almost up to my knees…I admit I am vertically challenged, but it’s still high.  I don’t have a lot of grass, I prefer to have as much of the space as possible dedicated to growing.  The dogs area is grass and as he is only nine inches high…he takes after me…I’m affraid he’ll get lost out there…I will have to call in a rescue team.  Now I wouldn’t mind losing the cat out there for a few hours…remember, he’s evil…but he is bigger than the dog, so that won’t work.  I could let it go for another week but then they would have to send in a rescue team for me…I guess I better take care of it.

God Bless, Julia

Wilber and Blu

We have a dog in our family…Wilber is a minature dachshund…he is very cute, but when God was handing out brains, well let’s just say he was only given half a share.  I know, you’re thinking that’s not very nice, but it’s the truth, and I have evidence.  Two nights ago I was watching him growl at his toy, when he quite obviously passed some gas.  He turned and looked at his tail wondering what was going on back there…he sniffed it and then shook his head because, apparently, it did not smell very good. If that was not enough evidence, about one minute later he passed wind again…this time he barked at his tail.  So I wiped away my tears from all my laughter…he’s so entertaining.

We have a cat in our family…he is cute…but mostly he is just evil.  I know, you’re thinking that’s not very nice, but it’s the truth, and I have evidence…he sets the dog up to get in trouble.  He sneaks into Claire’s room to steal one of her stuffed animals..he brings it downstairs and leaves it in the dog’s kennel…then he sits on the couch and waits for the fireworks.  However there is one problem with his dastardly plan…the dog is not allowed upstairs where the bedrooms are, so he could not have gone upstairs to get the stuffed animal.  To be fair, we fell for it a few times, then we caught Blu in the act…evil I’m telling you.

God Bless, Julia