Eclectic Muddlehood

How's this for a perplexing beginning? I am a great many things, but none of them are me. At least not in my entirety. This is the little corner where I attempt to make the whole greater than the sum of its parts as I muddle through being a wife, a mother and a woman... among other things.

Location: Virginia, United States

Here, in no particular order, is a short list of my parts from the mundane to the pretentious, some or all of which may surface in future attempts to work on the whole: wife, mother, doula, childbirth educator, writer, yoga student, homeschooler, amature organic gardner, kitchen witch, all-around foodie, spiritual truth-seeker, daughter, clutter-bug, complusive list maker, bibliophile, homemaker, friend, homebirth/natural birth advocate, impulse shopper, wine snob, knitter, artist, lover, sensuist, and email junkie (There may be more later, but that's it for now.)

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Pimp Daddy Cat and His Kitten Harem

So we got a kitten last night, which on the surface might not seem like that big a deal except for the fact that we already have three other cats. How we accquired this particular kitten definetely requires some blog-style elaboration. A somewhat flighty, but gentle-hearted friend of mine got this kitten, Genevive, for her three year old daughter against her husband's wishes. This is the same friend, by the way, who asked me to fish-sit her goldfish, brought the tank to my house while she was on vacation and then never came back to pick up the fish. My daughter named the fish Bob and he stayed with us until his untimely demise. We're actually on Bob III, but that's a different story for another day. So, her husband who is a big, tall manly-man except when it comes to cats I guess, decides he is allergic and begins stomping around the house in the evenings after work fake coughing and sneezing and just generally being a pain in the butt. She politely ignores his immature antics until two events occur close together that compell her to feel the need to remove the cat from the house. She got pregnant and is now scared to clean the litter box herself (because we all know her hubby's not going to do it) and her daughter tried to bake the cake in the oven! Crispy kitty anyone? She calls my house on Friday to see if I know anyone who will adopt the cat. I am not home. I am basking in ignorant bliss during a heavenly prenatal massage. But my sister and daughter are and they both immediately decide that the kitten should come to our house. "We have three cats already," my sister cajoles. "Really, what's one more?" I told her my husband was going to freak at the idea. I forgot that my husband was spending the afternoon at a bar with his boss celebrating the recent successes of the close of their fiscal year. I picked his snockered behind up at 9:30 that night and told him what his outrageous sister-in-law had done. He slurrs "We have three cats already, really what's one more?" I told him to go take a shower because he stunk. Meanwhile our daughter is jumping on the bed yelling "Where's Genevive? Where's Genevive?" Genevive arrived late last night and I told my friend, under no uncertain terms, she may not get any more pets because our house is now full up on animals. Now we have Anya (4 months), Genevive (7 months), Amethyst (4 1/2 years) and the lone male cat, Chase (6 years). While the female cats are busy posturing and hissing and swiping at each other in typical cat fight fashion, Chase sits back and admires the view. Who can blame him with all that fine looking tail he's living with now? If the other cats at the shelter could see him now... This is me temporarily throwing that whole breathing idea out the window.


Blogger Maggie May said...

I was still wondering where the third cat came from but now Genevive! Thats going to be a full house come summertime, I can't wait. Who names a cat Genevive anyway. You are too funny. But the other chica's husband get props for acting up so much his baby loses her cat!

6:18 PM  
Blogger Rose Child said...

The 3rd cat was P's idea and we got her for L to play with (aka torture daily) about 3 weeks ago. I came home tonight and was tripping all over cats on my way to the kitchen for midnight cereal. But they sure are cute!

12:09 AM  

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