Swimming In My Head…

diving in the deep end…

Lesson learned – Patrick doesn’t want to enlist…

This is Patrick…

Patrick after a long hard day of napping...

Patrick after a long hard day of napping...

We learned a valuable life lesson about Patrick yesterday.  He doesn’t want to go into the military.

We purchased this outfit for him to wear on Thanksgiving with all of the visitors…

Patrick's military uniform

Patrick

So we put his uniform on him and he tears out of the dining room, through the kitchen, out through the ‘sliders’ and onto the lanai where he proceeds to run into one of the posts supporting the screen.  It was at this point that our older cat Asher thinks that he’s being attacked by a larger than normal lizard and they both somehow settle into this ritual that only cats can come up with – they ran around the pool, one right behind the other 3 times before Patrick ran into the house and up the stairs to his favorite nightclub (behind the sofa in the sitting room).

You would’ve thought that a Saint Bernard was chasing the 2 of them…when we finally caught up with Patrick to help him out of his ‘soon-to-be-donated-to-the-Salvation-Army’ kitty uniform, he was obviously unhappy with us both.

We’re still in the litter box for this one…so, I’m not letting him sleep in the bedroom tonight…because he really may succeed in killing me tonight…

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November 24, 2008 Posted by | Funny, Life In General | , , , , | 5 Comments

The Conspiracy

So, last night we watched one of my favorite shows – Criminal Minds.  They made a reference during this episode that dream analyses were kind of a joke.  Well, wouldn’t you know it…I had some crazy dreams and I remembered one of them.  I’m going to share it now…

Picture this…I’m in Las Vegas at the Venetian, in their casino.  All of a sudden, all of the guests started turning into vampires.  And for every non-vampire, there were like 3 vampires, so there was a pretty steady conversion rate.  Somehow, I became the anti-pire and was fighting them all by myself.

It was sort of a cross between Blade and my real personality, so let’s call me Glade…don’t want to digresss.

So Glade (me) is using chairs and slot machines to fight off the minions and I’m winning until the leader who for some reason was my friend Laura from Miami, scissor-kicks me, knocks me to the ground and is getting ready to bite my neck…

Now, this is where it gets spooky…as she’s getting ready to turn me to the dark side, I feel this tightness in my chest and I’m having a hard time breathing…literally.  I open my eyes at the moment and I kid you not, Patrick, our youngest cat is standing on my chest, looking me square in my eyes.

He’s trying to kill me!  It’s a conspiracy…our cat is trying to kill me…

November 20, 2008 Posted by | Funny, Life In General | , , | 6 Comments