And now, a pictorial of how I spent every spare moment of daylight this summer:
and won't bring the ball back anymore. I do this at least three times a day. (My right arm looks like Babe Ruth's at this point.)
If I DON'T do this, the puppy becomes the whiniest, paw-iest, most annoying animal on this planet.
Unless, of course, you've met my cat Thomas.
(Shown here in the pose I call Frat Boy 101.)
Coop and I are completely exhausted and it's because we haven't had a night of unbroken, uninterrupted sleep since May. Our dang cats have started in with either a) kitty aerobics or b) the most annoying and LOUD meowing/yowling or c) some combination of fighting and/or fur ball expulsion every single freaking morning at 5 AM. If not 3 AM.
Every morning one of us gets up and throws the cats in the garage but we can never go back to sleep. It's been the longest summer of my LIFE, especially when you add in the fact that we can't let the cats out before 9AM because if we DO, they invariably come back with some small animal. In Edward's case, it's usually alive. (Coop says that Edward really wants his own pet.)
(Edward, after the entire house has been woken up, in what I like to call his "$%&#(@ Cat!" pose.)
In Thomas's case, it might just be a tiny bunny--the most innocent and defenseless of all creatures. Thomas is clearly well-fed. He's fat and slothful and spends most of the year working on the 24-hour nap. But in the summer, he turns into... this Vicious Bunny Murderer. And he's FAST. No, really, I've seen him run and while it's not a visual I recommend, he IS fast. There's no denying it.
(Be vewy quiet. He's hunting wabbits.)
We have put collars on the cats with bells on them but all this seems to do is wake us up even more often to the sound of eight tiny reindeer throwing up fur balls on the hall carpet. Which makes the dogs bark.
So, the sound track of the night goes something like this:
Thump (cat jumping on bed)
Thump (cat knocking glasses off on floor)
"OH, FOR PETE'S FREAKING SAKE!" (or, you know, some variation of that.) (Ahem.)
On the other hand, all this time I've spent up at night has had its positive side: I'm knitting a blanket.
If y'all are looking for me, I'll be doing something less frustrating that has nothing to do with yarn or pets.
Like parenting, maybe.