Do you ever say something to someone who happens to be the exact inappropriate audience for your particular observance/remark?
Last night I came home from a disappointing softball loss. We were up 14-8 going into the final at bat and the other team essentially stopped swinging the bat and walked their way to a win. I'm not quite sure why some teams are so willing to take borderline pitches for walks in a co-ed slow pitch softball league. Swing the blippin bat.
Anyway... my legs have been bothering me more and more during the games. There are times they tingle like they are falling asleep but the biggest ache is in the back of my knees. I'm thinking if my legs continue to bother me after softball is over I may go to the doctor and have them looked at. So I'm moaning to the boyz about how much my legs are hurting and I look down to see the one paying the most attention to my rant is Thompson.
Ever since I adopted him, Thompson has been an inspiration to me. The loss of a leg hasn't slowed him down all that much and most of the time it doesn't occur to me that his disability does make him different from Theo and Diego. But while Diego's walk/run is a swagger and Theo's is a saunter, Thompson has to get around with a clunky clop. It's normal for a cat to have smooth, fluid, graceful movement. That isn't possible for Thompson any more. And as much as he tries to keep up with the other two, he really can't. Yet if Thompson really wants to do something, really wants to get somewhere, he will. And he, more than the other boyz, makes sure he lets me know how much he appreciates having a safe home to live in. He doesn't like visitors or the unexpected. The day to day routine, my showing up every evening (he's always the one waiting for me in a window) to provide food and face rubs, all that is his life now, Thompson lets me know matters.
So really Thompson didn't need to hear me whining about a few aches in my legs.
Diego-san and I had quite the chuckle. He was watching me fold some laundry that was fresh out of the dryer. 
"Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony, side by side on Theo's face oh lord why don't we?"
Do you ever say something to someone who happens to be the exact inappropriate audience for your particular observance/remark? 
Diego-san's burn is mostly a memory. The fur around the wound is starting to cover it up. So my curiosity getting the better of me (a trait I picked up from the boyz) I just had to see how Diego figured out how to remove the collar he was supposed to wear. Hoping not to traumatize him too severely I sweet talked him into sitting with me and gently placed the collar back around his neck. He was having none of this and immediately began to squirm. I tied the collar and watched as he first tried to grab the collar with his front paws. This didn't give him much leverage so he lie down and began using his back claws. In a matter of seconds he was able to grab the collar and force it over his head. It was all so quick I could barely get any photos of his great Houdini act.
It was a seven cat day for me today. In addition to spending time with the boyz, I also was responsible for feeding my friend A-'s three cats. Then I had dinner at my dad's house and he was babysitting my sister's cat, Sylvia. 
It's been hot and humid around these parts the past few days. Thankfully it is supposed to be quite pleasant this weekend. The dog days of summer? Nope. It's the open window daze for kitties.
I think the boyz are glad that the weekend is almost here and they can get some serious napping in. During the week they can only get some semi-serious napping in.
I trained a group of around 75 people yesterday for my job. Afterward a couple of people who have heard me give public speeches came up and said how good I am at it. It always stuns me when someone says that because like most people, public speaking is about the last thing I would voluntarily do. Of course before I have to speak to a group I always rehearse my schtick in front of the boyz. Thompson is the only one who doesn't run from the room screaming which is kinda the same ratio I get when I actually have to do the public speaking.
Well at least one cat thinks I'm a decent smelling human. Theo decided to take a nap snuggling with my pants. I'm not even sure I'd want to do that.
I went upstairs to see the boyz either playing a 3-D version of tic tac toe, or they were playing a peaceful game of monkey in the middle...
At the beginning of the week Diego's burn was very red and I was worried that it was starting to blister. Today I looked and almost all of the red was gone. Now I hope the shaved off fur grows back quickly....
Saturday is laundry day. It's also time for Thompson to make sure the other two boyz are clean.
I think Theo has decided the best way to keep me home is to keep me in bed. His bedtime routine has started earlier and earlier this week. Last night he was doing his best to coax me into getting ready for bed at 6:30 p.m. 
Thompson is our talker. He usually announces when he is leaving a room and when he's arriving in another. When I'm preparing meals he lets me know that he knows I'm preparing meals. He hops with a grunt and greets with a mrrrw. 
Diego-san didn't get to play much with his birthday toy, a tube shaped rolling scratching post. Theo took an immediate liking to it and kinda claimed it as his own.
It's Diego-san's sixth birthday. Other than his involuntary imitation as a birthday cake candle, I think he would say he's had a pretty pretty good year.
