I am perplexed!?!? Just what have I done to turn off my loyal three readers??? I mean, geez, the previous post has been up for a week and nothing! Not one commment!!! I'll bet it's the "fight or flight" syndrome that kicked in when I typed, "multi-level marketing" isn't it???? Well let me tell you peeps that not only am I not going to mention it again, I wouldn't sell you something if you wanted it!!! So there!!!! Though I would be happy to give you a sample to try, but beware, the stuff works and you'll feel better, with more energy and you'll also be more alert. Just let me know. That was the last time I'll mention it. Relax.
Well. Now that that is out of the way. GTB and J-Boo, whom I haven't blogged about in some time now, are finding life pretty tough these days. But DO NOT feel sorry for them! Don't you dare!! It's all their fault! If they weren't so darned stubborn and goofy, their lives would be a leisurely walk through the path of life.
Here's why:
Last week I requested that the Orkin guy spray the apartment for roaches and fleas. Now please understand that we don't live in squaller. In fact, you'd be hard pressed to find a crumb on any counter at any time. However, the neighbors don't hold themselves to the same living standard and when the apartment adjacent to use became more than the landlord could handle, they were booted out. Here's where the problem landed on our doorstep and therefore caused the cats great displeasure.
It seems that when someone is evicted for filth, the apartment is gutted and it gets new carpet, paint and anything else that was trashed by the previous tenants. One would think that this is a good thing, right? Nope. You are wrong! You see, the 5942594305643926502 (approximate) roaches that were having a party-type feast there night after night, are now about to be displaced. During the day, they hide. So, when the maintenance people spray pesticides as a precaution, (or in this case a correct assumption), the 8 legged lovelies travel through the walls to escape death and they wind up in the next apartment, ie: our humble abode. Here we were, living clean and pest free existance for 8 years and one night, a week ago, I killed two JUGUNDA roaches, (that's not Swahili but rather an accurate description of the American cockroach), and four German roaches. This to us is a freak-out moment!!! So the next day I called Orkin.
Now, back to the story of GTB and J-Boo. I digress.... GTB hates anything in his life that remotely resembles change. If you so much as move a chair, clutter a counter, (even momentarily), he just gets all squirrelly! He sulks. He attacks his sister. He meows loudly for no reason, (I mean, he's not like dying or being tortured or something). He just freaks! J-Boo on the other hand, just hides. She'll find a corner, under a chair, or even out on the patio. Somewhere where life is the same. Somewhere where she's comfortable.
So, the Orkin guy came today. But before he did, I spent all yesterday cleaning out all the cupboards in the kitchen and put all the dishes, pots and pans, in the den, on the dining room table and all over the counter in the kitchen. As you can imagine, GTB and J-Boo didn't take this well. (By the way, do you have any idea just how much CRAP you can save and not know it's there??? I found stuff I haven't seen in 8 years!! Frankly, I don't even remember some of it at all!!!)
Last night GTB spent most of the night on the patio. When he came in, you would have thought by his actions that there were two snarling, growling and barking pitbulls on the counter! He kept looking up at the clutter, fully expecting it to jump at him at any moment. Have you ever seen a cat eat with three feet off the floor, just in case he needed to bolt for the patio??? Now that's a funny sight! J-Boo spent all day yesterday and last night under a chair in the dining room. Her philosophy is "if you can't see it, it can't hurt you." She'd eat and then go back to the corner. She'd poop and then go right back to the corner. She loves safe places.
Today, while the Orkin guy was here and for three hours afterwards, GTB and J-Boo spent their time on the patio. They weren't pleased. When I finally opened the door, J-Boo had a few choice cat words for me, (good thing I don't speak cat), and GTB just laid there and glared. Jenny was the first cat in the apartment and ever so slowly she walked around making sure that no one that shouldn't be here was. GTB seemed to understand this and after a few moments, he also came in. Note: I'm firmly convinced that they communicate on a non-verbal level, but I can't prove it. I gave them about an hour to 'chill', then I did what any good parent would do.
I PUT ADVANTAGE ON THEM!!!!!!!
Now understand, this stuff totally pisses off both of them. Jenny got it first. She hissed when she finally figured out just what I did, (I'm nothing if not sneaky). I haven't seen her since. I'm pretty sure she swore at me as she was leaving. I know it wasn't nice, whatever she said!!! GTB got his when he was sleeping in the den. He's harder to sneak up on, so I had to pet him, then hold him by the nape of the neck, (which alerts him to what's about to happen), which turns him into a whirling dervish of pissed off cat!! I won though. It's on him and I escaped with only a glare. I don't trust him though. I'll probably wake up tomorrow with scratches. It's happened before. But the good news, no roaches. No fleas. Mad cats and peace and quiet.
Life is good.
Toodles....
