I expected to get caught in the rain as I carried home a ten pound (not a twenty pound but ten pounds will do the job for
one week) bag of kitty litter in my backpack from Kroger's up on North Decatur. It was humid and raw out. A big bank of scarey
looking grey clouds massed on the horizon and eventually obscured the sun, but not a drop fell. It still hasn't rained all
evening. Now that I'm inside, I can say: "We need the rain." We always need the rain here in Georgia. It is just
getting soaked in it that is no fun.
I have a conference in the morning and have to get up very early to get to work early to get in a van and ride out into
the wilderness of rural Georgia. Rural Georgia is not one of my favorite places. Since I am a person who thinks Atlanta is one of the
best places on earth, that should not come as one bit of a surprise.
I don't have to cook tonight and I guess that is a relief. I have no appetite for supper. This happens sometimes. Caffeine consumption
is the main culprit. Cherry Coke, even the bottle I had around 10:30am this morning, is a potent appetite suppressant.
Whoever said the sugar in it doesn't keep you, never watched me go all morning with only that in my stomach. In addition, the caffeine
knots up the gut killing off appetite, even at night, and I am a night eater. Please no health lectures folks.
Right now I fear I will sleep through my alarm clock. I fear it even though I sleep with lights on. I can even sleep with the big
hundred watt bulb blazing. I can sleep anywhere. On my way to the conference tomorrow, I will crawl into the back of the van. The farthest seat
back is on top of the engine and has its own heater. I'll pull my coat around me and I'll go to sleep if my colleagues don't chit chat too loudly.
Right now, I need to put out the trash. That would not be a problem, except that I want to put on my in between coat and I left
it on the day bed. That is a bad move because Lysistrata, my classic brown tabby female racing kitty with a racing stripe, has decided
not to race, and instead curl up in a ball and enjoy her after dinner nap on the middle of a coat that smells of her human mommy.
Lysistrata is awake now. I can see her head up and her ears forward. If I meow at her, she turns to me. Her green eyes are glowing. Hertzel, my
green eyed white boy of joy kitty, is fast asleep all curled in a neat little ball. This morning he showed no interest in breakfast. I hoped he'd eat
during the day. The food dishes were empty when I got home and he sat by them and demanded his supper which he ate. I guess even healthy
cats go off their feed occasionally, and Hertzel was a cat that saw canned cat food four times a day when Georgia, who lived to be eighteen,
was old and frail and wasting away. Hertzel ate the same food as Georgia, but Hertzel just never got fat. Even today he prefers
his Kit 'n Kaboodle.
Please don't try to sell me expensive cat food. My two cats are young and healthy and eat nutritionally
complete Purina or Friskies chows. I like Kit 'n Kaboodle because it comes in big hard pieces that don't make a lot of crumbs at the
bottom of the bag. My cats don't like the crumbs. They get them because I do not like to waste cat food, but they prefer
nice whole pieces and they like their dry food very fresh.
Well, I still have a ton of things to do. I guess I better get this blog posted and get cracking, and yes, I think it
is windy enough out there, that I am going to have to disposes poor Lysistrata. In case any one is curious it's: "Lysistrata
oh you gotta pet the little pretty kitty!"
