And the shits and giggles associated with multiple cat ownership and the introduction of two new cats into our happy family home continues.
Apparently, because I was at Starbucks marking advanced qualitative interviews and didn't actually witness the events myself, there were ructions.
Initially, things started out amenable enough.
Jasper started by frolicking in our room, capturing Goblet's attention.
Meaning she was sitting on her Throne, aka the Goblet box, on top of our dresser her eyes wide, pupils dilated, watching him attentively, waiting for him to make his move.
And he did.
Jumping on her, he wanted to play, and she was willing to do so, so long as there was nothing untoward happening.
And then the untoward happened.
Of course.
Kittens don't have the brain capacity to know when to stop.
Nor do some adults I know, but that's another story.
Jasper misread Goblet's acquiescence for an invitation.
To burrow under her and attempt to suckle.
Suckle Goblet.
Who was probably unaware that she even had the physical capabilities to do so.
And stunned that Jasper did.
The resulting kerfuffle was a stunned, overwrought and feeling-completely-violated Goblet who disappeared into Emily's room, seeking sanctuary from a cruel kitten who had the audacity to inform her of her biological capabilities.
Jasper just went downstairs looking for other amusement and entertainment, unaware of the shit storm he'd just created by just being his special self.
And I missed the whole thing.
Damn you marking! Damn you!
In spite of all the work Stephen and I have to do this weekend, we decided to take a time out yesterday afternoon and just enjoy the day.
A lovely, unusually warm October day. . .around 23 degrees, breezy, the kind of day that just screams come outside because the weather isn't going to be like this much longer.
Probably not even into Monday.
So we showered, and off we went.
Arriving downtown on a Saturday afternoon, we were able to browse through stores we usually only encounter on Sundays when they are closed.
Going inside these stores was very enjoyable.
And of course, reminded us that we were in no position to be able to afford any of the goodies proffered.
Looking was just as much fun.
And a lot more affordable.
Not that we didn't purchase anything.
Just not things we didn't need.
For example, Stephen has been on a quest for size 13 slippers for months.
Size 13 slippers are, indeed, hard to come by in Fredericton.
Almost impossible.
Our luck changed, however, when we encountered a shoe store downtown, went inside, and lo and behold, didn't they have a pair of Foamtread slippers. . .
. . . .the slip on kind, not the ones you actually have to take the time to put your feet into, in a size 13.
For only $56.00.
But at this point, more would have been paid if only to cease the whinging and whining about not having slippers.
The little things.
Really. . . it's the little things that made the world go round.
I just hope that this pair of slippers doesn't succumb the same fate as the other two pairs of slippers he's had in the last two and a half years.
Hopefully, now that he has outgrown his puppy faze, all slippers will be safe.
We also purchased a wrap around your head light thingy for Stephen to wear when he takes the dogs out after dark.
Which will be happening more frequently, as the sun sets completely by 7.30.
We get home from work at 6.00 pm and by the time supper is over its 7.00 pm.
Making for a short walk in daylight.
Clearly something had to be done.
Hence the Stephen light that wraps around his head.
Hopefully the little woodland creatures who may inhabit the farm space under the cover of night will be as frightened of the night light as they are of the sun.
Title Lyric: Golden Slippers (no artist)
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