Squeak

Good morning.

Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love my kitties; actually, I love most every kitty I see.  Today I want to tell you about my 19-year old kitty whose name is Squeak.  Squeak is a pastel calico with light green eyes although sometimes her eyes are blue.  I’ve always thought she had some Siamese in her.

sc0027f188When I worked at Paducah Community College, now West Kentucky Technical and Community College, I had a student worker who came to me and said she had found three kittens and could I help her find homes for them.  She brought them to me and they were the sweetest things; I wanted to keep them all.  But, one of my friends who worked at the college, said she would help find them homes.  I decided to keep one and the others were taken to a farmer who needed barn kitties.

I named this kitty Squeak because she didn’t meow, she squeaked and still does. She has never had much of a personality and absolutely no sense of humor at all. She has never tried to get along with my other kitties and they just stalk her and torment her to death.  I have to say, though, she asks for everything that happens to her.

Now, I said all of that to tell you about this other little kitty named Princess who came to my house one day.  She was a petite little thing; she was tortoise shell with long hair.  Squeak and Princess never liked each other.  Some days she would be sitting at the door waiting for me to let her inside and Squeak would just sit there and give her the evil eye.  Princess would literally climb the screen door trying to get at Squeak. But sometimes Squeak would screech and jump at the door and try to scare Princess. Most of the time, that would catch me off guard and I would jump.  I kept telling Squeak, “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna let her in and you’ll be sorry.”

So, one day, Squeak was sitting at the door and here comes Princess.  Squeak waited for her to get up close and of course she screeched and jumped at the door. Scared me half to death, so I just opened the door and let Princess inside.  She chased Squeak to the bathroom and beat the crap out of her.  When she finished, she walked back into the kitchen, looked at me with satisfaction, and went back outside.  Squeak never jumped at her again.

Princess finally got to where she would leave and be gone for long periods of time and would come back for a day or so.  I always felt like she had found a good home and just wanted to visit.  Then, she was gone for two years and I knew she either was happy or something had happened to her.

I still have Squeak and she still has no sense of humor.  My other kitties still torment her but she gives it right back.  I know her time with me is limited so I try to keep the fussing to a minimum.

See ya next Wednesday.

 

 

Taking the Beds Apart for Spring Cleaning

Good morning.

I think I’ve mentioned spring cleaning in one of my earlier posts but today I’m gonna go into more detail of just what we did when we helped do spring cleaning.

When my mom and dad built the new house, it was a treasure for them.  They both worked so hard to be able to build the house of their dreams and neither of them wanted anything to happen to that house.

So, spring cleaning would last a couple of days with Mom, Mawdie, Cheryl and me doing everything, and I mean everything.  First, we were gotten up bright and early and rushed through our cereal; we couldn’t waste a minute.  The next thing we did was strip the sheets from all the beds and then take the beds apart.  Each piece was taken outside to air out.  Next came the mattresses.  Taking the mattresses out wasn’t too bad although they were quite heavy for Cheryl and me.  We could actually drag them across the floor.

Once we got the mattresses outside, we had to go back and get the box springs.  Did you ever have to lift box springs?  Well, I’m here to tell you they weight a gazillion pounds.  It would take all four of us to get them outside and they had to be lifted and carried.  We also knew that if we even thought about dropping those springs on Mom’s hardwood floors, we were dead.  And we didn’t just get them outside the door and let go – no, we had find a tree and prop the springs against it.

Imagine having to take out three sets of box springs – not fun.  Cheryl and I were worn out by the time we got that done, but we were far from finished.  So after we got them against a tree, Cheryl and I had to take a broom apiece and start sweeping all the lint and dust from the springs.  And I might add here that my mom was a clean freak so there was very little dust or lint.

After we finished sweeping the springs, we went back inside to help move the furniture out of each room.  Then came a fun part – we had to get on our hands and knees and spread wax on the hardwood floors.  After the wax dried, we got to use the buffer and that was actually fun to do.  But, we had to be careful not to hit the walls or scuff the baseboards.  When we finished buffing the floors, they looked so pretty.

By late afternoon, we could start bringing the beds back inside.  I tell ya, we were dog tired after working all day and then had to drag those puppies back inside.  We really had to be careful bringing the springs in after the floors were done.  And you have to remember, freshly waxed floors are slicker than snot.  And, that was just the first day.

The second day, we had to dust every single knick-knack (and Mom had a bunch of those too) and put them back on the tables in just the right order.  We didn’t have to work as hard the second day and usually we were done by noon and we could go outside and play the rest of the day.

Yeah, we worked really hard but you know, when it was all said and done, we were very proud of our new house too.

See ya next Wednesday.

Isabella

Good morning.

Today I’m gonna do something a little different.  With the help and encouragement of my little sister, my son and my daughter-in-law, I have written my first book for children named “Isabella Learns That Bullies Aren’t Always Bad.”

Test Cover - Take 3This book is written on a second grade level and addresses the issue of bullies.  If you have read my blog, you will remember that I had a bully on the bus that I rode to school. I took care of my bully; however, that solution is not acceptable today.

Bullying is a major issue now and our children have no clue as to how to defend themselves.  But Isabella tries to understand why the bully in the book is being so mean to her little sister Chub.

We have published the book on the Kindle platform on Amazon, which you can view by clicking here.  I had a lot of fun writing this book and am working on the second book now.

I hope that you will check it out and tell your friends about it too.  We are also putting together a hard copy of the book and I will let you know when it is available.

See ya next Wednesday.