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About Me??? (First Attempt)

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I was born April 2nd 1968 in Topeka, KS. No, I don’t know where Toto went, but I do know where Toby* is, he’s currently chasing K2* (one of my cat’s) up and down the hall. Yes, this is usual for them at 2am. We live with no rules… well, unless we have something we have to do. Or my daughter does. Or…

Well anyway, at 2am we have no rules and live for the moment until bedtime (somewhere between now and 4am).

*Toby is my dog. He is half Chihuahua half Mini Pin and will be 2 years old in Feb. He’s a black & tan with one erect ear and one ‘folded’ ear. His actual name is Toblerone because he kind of resembles the package/box the Toblerone candy comes in, long and high to a point at the top. He sometimes looks like a rat running along with his longish body and arched back, other times like a deer curled up in some brush with their long necks and delicate heads perched on them.

*K2 is one of my (and my youngest daughters’) 3 cats. The only Male, he’s a beautiful, fluffy orange tabby. I call him the ‘weirdy’. But there’s a method to his madness. He can find joy and amusement in everything at any time in any place. I’ve seen him walk by a blank wall and suddenly spar with it, then scamper on his way. He can hear a Coke bottle open from a week away and come running looking for the lid. He’s in the litter box right now and he’s having too much fun digging, I can tell. Forbid anyone else is in the box trying to relieve themselves, this is when he has them as a captive audience to reach in and bat at them, like he suddenly forgot they were the same 2 cats he lives with day in, day out & some strange animal is now bumping and scrabbling around in the covered box purely for his amusement.

You know, I almost reached down and pet a chewed up stuffed (and with squeaker still intact! A record after 6 weeks!) turkey of Toby’s. I saw it out of the corner of my eye just as I shifted in my chair and assumed it was a cat, a dog, a cat or a cat, and see how well they have me trained? They don’t even have to make a sound or nudge me, as soon as they’re in my vision my hand drops to pet.

I’m doomed.

Whoops. So much for about me blather. Guess I’ll have to work on that tomorrow. Actually, later today.

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