Blogging with a Cat

  Blogging with a cat, so different then with a dog.   It has been about 20 years since I had a cat.  They are soooo different then dogs.
   When I am blogging or working on the computer it is normal for Zoey to be laying at my feet.   I am used to stepping over her a 100 times a day.  But a cat...........

     A cat is nimble and also likes to be where you are at.   Which means she sits on the computer desk right in front of the screen.  She wanders around and chases the pointer.  Sticks her face in your coffee and steps all over the keyboards typing her own messages 7ln=D./'][*&&

       I sit there brushing her off the desk and she bounces right back up.  So I crane my neck looking around her and over her.   She picks up my ink pen and I take that away so she grabs the paper.
Meow Meow Meow...........

Zoey sits at my feet and looks at me.  You're the one who decided to keep her.  Now you know how I feel when she attacks my tail.   She seems to be grinning and enjoying the show.

   Yup, cats are different then dogs.   But even with her annoying ways I find her fun and amusing.  She definitely adds to the chaos we have been living with these past few months.   I don't think quiet will be as fun anymore.

Where the heck are my grandchildren and why are you taking a nap?

   So working nights I have to sleep days, got to get the ole beauty sleep.   And yesterday I slept like dream.   I remember waking up and being surprised the kids had been so quiet I was able to sleep well and long,  just like BG, before grandchildren, days.  Hummmm grampa must have taken them to the store.


   I get out of bed and the older grandchild is sitting there lost in a video game.   "Where are the rest of the kids? I asked.   "I dunno" he muttered without looking up.   I looked out the back window,  no children.   "Where's Rick? I asked next.   "I dunno" he said in annoyance at being interrupted from blowing something up twice.


   Slipping into my croc's I went outside and looked around.   Both cars are here.  I listen,  no noise.   The pool is covered, not swimming.  The bikes are all there.  So back in the house.   In the back spare room,  gosh its nice its a spare room again,  I find the ole grandpa taking a nap.  What the heck!  GRRRRRR.   Back outside.  WHERE ARE MY GRANDBABIES AND HOW COME NO ONE IS WATCHING THEM!


    I holler the oldest name and happily get a faint reply.   Come home I bellow like a crazy woman.  Sheesh, from sleeping to hollering like a crazy woman all in the span of 4 minutes.   So 2 of them come into view, the oldest girl was down the street visiting the cute boy she is not to see without an adult around.  Slow burn.


   "Where's your little sister? I ask.   "Didn't she come home? my granddaughter slowly asked, it finally dawning on her that she may be in more then a little bit of trouble.  I like to wake up slow, sip a cup of coffee,  catch up on emails,  not leap out of bed and be contemplating calling an Amber alert!


   "You go right next door and see if she is there young lady and then I want all of you back here pronto".  I pace on my baked dying yard waiting for them to come and my granddaughter once again arrives alone.   "No one answered when I knocked" she said.  What!  WHAT!  By this time Rick had come out looking sheepish and worried that he had done the old man caught napping thing resulting in the loss of my precious youngest granddaughter thing.  


   The both of you,  GO FIND HER.  Being I was still in my sleeping clothes.  My stomach in knots and then sagging with relief when they all came back with the missing granddaughter.  Who had been over next door when she wasn't suppose too.


    They all looked at me, guilty glances and the little one starting to tear up.  I suppose I am sight to see, uncombed hair, wild eyes.  And muttering.  Man, I already raised one family, why the heck am I going through this again.   


  After a nice stern talking too,  do you know there are children that go missing all the time,  I have to know where you all and you are not to be splitting up and sneaking off ever again,  I finally calmed down and then beings I am a gramma,  made them all root beer floats.  So..........  when does school start again?