A day in the life of a cat

Ever wonder how great it would be to be a calico, Siamese, or alley cat?  I am going to guess that life from 12 to 12 and wonder what they do.  

Midnight to 1 AM

Awake and looking out the window for potential strangers, and if any will immediately embrace and purr at.

1 AM to 2 AM 

Wander the house and look at shadows, possible toys, litter box (just checking), and close eyes for a few minutes.

2 AM to 3 AM

Look in the bedroom and see the owner asleep, sleep for 45 minutes

3 AM to 4 AM

More of the same

4 AM to 5 AM

wake up said owner with either whiskers in face or ears.

5 AM to 6 AM

owner awake reading paper and watching news on TV.  insist on kitty treats until demand is met

6 AM to 7 AM

Watch owner get ready for work and inhibit his every ability. Whine, meow and follow into bathroom.  Lick up remaining water in shower and sink.

7 AM to 8 AM

Sleep 

8 AM to 9 AM

Sleep, pee in one of two litter boxes

9 AM to 10 AM

Sleep, interrupted by birds, back to sleep

10 AM to 11 AM

Price is Right

11 AM to Noon]

Wait for owners' lunch break and knock over kitty treats

Noon to 1 PM

Tan fur, and chase birds 

1 PM to 2 PM

Sleep, poop 

2 PM to 3 PM

Sleep, in new location

3 PM to 4 PM

Wait for owner

4PM to 5 PM

Need loving from owner

5 PM to 6 PM

want treats no loving

6 PM to 7 PM

sleeping or playing depending on the stressful day

7 PM to 8 PM

sleeping

8 PM to 9 PM

sleeping

9 PM to 10 PM

sleeping and stretching

10 PM to 11 PM 

following owner to bed, then roaming the house

11 PM to Midnight

Being the most lovable cat in the world that I would not trade for anything.

The ironies of life.

Spring has sprung and new life always seems to emerge and excite us.  The lilac bush is enjoying the rain as well as the once again green lawn.  Flowers, and vegetable gardens will soon emerge and give life to a otherwise grim winter that we incurred.  The first sounds of lawn mowers and trimmers bring out the sense of excitement and enthusiasm of summer to come.  At what point does this excitement of yard work turn into the chores of the summer?  The fall leaves lead us to yet another chore, yet we are enthralled with this enjoyment that we currently have.  Life is a seasonal and yearly ironic chore.  At some points we are flush with enjoyment on a task and at another we are obligated by the chore with the same task.  Life is very much the same way.  We go through the same motions and rythms of daily obligations of work and usually we end up with the same results.  However in this economy, the same efficient results could lead to a loss in a job.  Irony is, the way I put it, the absurdity of a real logical situation.  Its dumbfoundedness is without reason.  Why do I love planting things but hate the end of tending to them?  The way I see things irony can lead to happiness.  How do two 90 something women outlive their neighbors even in their own bad health?  Maybe irony means an omen for things to come, because two women I know should not have been able to do those things.  

Lead your life in the right way, and irony will lead to positive unexpected consequences.

Hopefully,

whoisamerica

the boys of summer

In baseball to hit 300 is wonderful. to pitch at 3 era is wonderful as well. Everthing I love about baseball and statistics don't compare to the real world. I need to bat 900 and have an era of 1 to have her back. To only garner one out three chances doesn't work in the real world. To give up a 3 run average is great but a woman still hates that. Women deserve 900 averages and less than 1 era's. No matter what the woman wants out of a man they always want a better perfection. That is is the striving factor in wanting a woman. I don't fault women for this, only strive to show you the anticipation you want. Sometimes you wat more than we can give and we give more than we know.
Love,
Your admirer

Maturity

Do you ever wonder at what point you reach maturity? Is it turning 18 and turning in a draft card? Is it 21 and drinking 21 shots or close to it? Is it graduating college? Is it owning your first home? I am 29 almost 30 and I now found out what maturity is. It is not about a job or mortgage. Its not about age or shots, its about relationships. I now know that I was immature for my first 30 years. Immature is not about selfishness but about non-compromise. At 30 I now realize my mistakes and look back at my twenties. Fun but immature. I want more out of life now more than ever. I realize my problems and now want to seize the missed opportunities. I hate to say shit happens and forget it, but it can be a new start. As long as I learn from my first 30 years and see that I can create a new 30 years I will be happy. Memories are as great as you can reasonably tell them. Sometimes memories of the past can be easily overlooked in storytelling but not so easily forgotten in truth. How history of one another is made can always be looked at as a series of events that could have gone a different way. For better or worse.

The Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent

We now have a president who enjoys the company of communists in an open manner. He sits back as communists lambaste the United States and his response is to make a joke in reference. Back bone is lacking and reverse thinking is evident. A man who aspires to become known in history to be likened to Lincoln has a long way to go and learn about history. Obama, why did you accept a communist propaganda book from Chavez. You may want us to believe that Chavez deserves an open arms hug in the western hemisphere, but do you really expect us to take the blame for all of latin america's historical problems. Open the history books and realize that the current mayor of Curacas, a political rival of Chavez, has yet to step foot in office because of Chavez's thugs. Do not embrace the sandinista Ortega. The old saying of learn from history is lost on Obama. His ideas are all about appeasement at any cost.

The little things

the little things in life are precious. That sounds so cliche but it is true. When you wake up in the morning and shower it is always better to kiss a woman goodbye than a cat. When you come home at lunch it is always better to see a woman at home at lunch than a sleeping cat. When you come home at the end of the day, it always better to see that the woman has a plan for dinner rather than a cat sleeping through it. I miss her enormously. What I love about a woman is she always wants more. The divide between us can become the undoing, but also become our doing. What a sleeping cat won't do I will for her. The things that I miss, chicken noodle soup, inspire me to be a better man. Maybe my role should go further and my efforts at that have been less than stellar, but I am better than the cat that I know. Trying at perfection should be worth a shot.

arguments

I found myself in a situation tonight in which I genuinely had no desire to express my opinion and sat in, literally, an argument. What this showed me was my own stupidity of continuing arguments only for the sake of proving a point. Arguing only gets you so far in life and sometimes that far is too far before you realize that the point is gone and the one's you love don't care about your point. Walk away from a heated argument, that is what I did tonight and I feel very good about myself. Not that I thought my point could not have been heard but there was no point in it being heard. I feel that the more you know, sometimes , the more it hurts you in the long run. Stubbornness hurts a lot of people in the long run. I know how I feel on opinions but I took the high road today and stayed out of controversy. I haven't always done that, I saw why I should today. It's embarrassing. My opinions have led to me having the situation that I am currently in; single.