Let’s Get Healthy: Day Fifty (AKA Want A Cat?) #romancefit

Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Amount of sweat: I could wring a good couple of tablespoons out of my hair right now.

I love my cats, I do. We never intended to have five at a time, but that’s just how it worked out and I’m okay with it most of the time.

Today is not part of that time. I am hot and sweaty because in addition to a metric buttload of paperwork and my time with Chuck I 1) went out to three different stores to get padded envelopes and 22g copper wire, 2) went back out in 99°F temps to water the back yard flowers and shrubs, 3) vacuumed the living room/library/foyer, 4) shampooed part of the carpet after Ramón accidentally had a beer bottle overflow in his hand (to his credit he cleaned up the spill with paper towels and those sani-wipes, but I know from experience that beer is sticky and the carpet would soon become encrusted, hence hauling out the carpet cleaner), 5) made a double-sized batch of gyro meatball mix (which was a huge pain in the ass but totally worth it — those meatballs are the BOMB), 6) proceeded to fry/bake the meatballs, 7) learned that the pitas Ramón had brought home had no pocket inside them so decided to dish up dinner ala tapas, and 8) unloaded/loaded the dishwasher.

All this time, I had Jeremy (aka the Orange Lump) and Jasmine (aka Skitty Kitty) glued to my side, my ankles, my lap, or whatever body part they could reach. I did comb Jemma earlier, but that was willingly on both sides and got a buttload of fur off her so totally worth it. But trying to prep food and and cook it with a large orange cat meowing loudly at you and planting his furry ass where you need to walk is not fun. And when you sit down in a desperate attempt to cool off and a small, skittish grey tabby insists on climbing on your lap desk/arm, it is, let us say, annoying. So I am going to take a shower, eat a piece of some kind of cake Ramón brought home as a treat, and go to sleep early.

Without cats, mind you.

About Nicola Cameron

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

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