What the cats want

Pretty proud of myself.

First, my morning.  I slept great.  Did not have any possums under the bed.  If I did, it was quiet.  I did step on Torbie when I went to go pee (I have to get up a couple times a night), and felt horrible about that, but she was fine.  She just kind of scolded me with a chiding meow, and moved.  "Hey, stupid, I'm here!". 

Got up late, went to the warehouse.  Got our supplies and took them to work.  Jack is great.  I consider him a good friend.  I told him I want to borrow his pit bull to take care of our possum problem.  He said she would definitely "fix" it, alright. 

Probably make a horrible mess, though, and I wouldn't want to do that to the possum anyway.  If he wasn't married, and I wasn't, I'd have hugged him.  He's genuine good people. 

We put the stuff away and stocked.  I helped Ron.  We came home. 

I took a nap.  I noticed one of my under bed storage boxes had been pushed out.  I automatically shoved it back into place, only then thinking "What if there's a possum under there, and you're squashing it?"  Apparently, if there was a possum, it turned the other cheek and didn't react to my rude invasion. 

I took a shower, I had gotten pretty hot working, and waiting on our ride.  Ron was appreciative today, he kept saying "how much I do".  I told him Jack does most of it, I just help.  The shower felt good, although I had to keep turning it colder.  I could have boiled myself if I had left it on the original setting. 

Our hot water heater is in the attic, which gets very hot in the summer.  I can run the shower at "mostly cold" and still be plenty warm.  It saves wear and tear on the water heater. 

I got out and dressed in clean clothes, then we got some dinner at the seafood place.  It is a casual dining, outdoor seating, place.  They were busy. 

It was pretty uneventful, except I couldn't open my pill container.  I had to take my pills.  I ended up asking the waitress for help, and she did.  I would have hated to miss a dose. 

We came home.  I finally finished washing a clean set of sheets so I could change them, then I changed the fitted sheet, fixed the mattress cover, etc.  I also stripped off the heated mattress pad, which will probably tell you right there how long it's been since I changed my sheets.  So, I did the mattress, fitted sheet, pillows, and I have the top sheet in the dryer.  When it comes out I will be ready to go to bed. 

I called Mom & Dad.  Dad is cancer free, that's good to hear.  I told them about Ron's puffy legs, our pending doctor's appointment, and the latest possum update.  They are both very glad it is my problem, and not theirs. 

The things they don't tell you when you get a cat door.  I am sure I have had possums in the house before we built the catio, especially since this one seems to like indoor living so much.  I just didn't know, they're sneaky and quiet. 

Unless they are under my bed.  Everyone asks how I can handle knowing one goes under there when I'm in it.  I answer that by saying I have had so much scary crap in my head, this is nothing.  And it's true. 

Plus, growing up, my Dad used to take me to horror movies all the time, renting them, movie theatres, etc.  So I am used to scary stuff.  The possum doesn't want to eat my face off (unless I die and am pretty ripe, first).  It just wants to eat cat food and hang out in the air conditioning.  I can understand that. 

That's what the cats want, after all.