Nuthouse

I have been cleaning most of the day, heavy-move-the-furniture behemoth on your knees with a bucket cleaning. It is satisfying, and I have found the missing dvd Neverending Story and twenty-five cents. The cats are delighted in new spaces and flat surfaces, perfect for cat surfing. Run run run run hairpin turn slide. Crash. Fight.

Fight over the new spaces, everyone wants territory, no one likes to share. I have no buddy cats in the household, each individual believes it is the cat of cats and due obeisance from the others. Many times therapy sessions have been held where I make them smile at each other and share their feelings which goes poorly and ends in war. They count every nuance, every petting, every word until the angst levels froth into crisis mode. Slap. Hiss. Growl. Wonderful.

In a Disney world, Snow White got the cottage clean Because Forest Animals Helped. Cinderella got her dress Because Mice and Birds Sewed. I have to keep Snowbelle from jumping on Tulip causing her to panic and cough up dinner. Min will turn and give Snowbelle the what for beyond what's necessary, Kai will bite Tulip, Snowbelle holds nothing back from slapping Kai silly, Martian hates Snowbelle with good reason, Min is jealous of anyone going near Martian, and no one likes the vacuum cleaner except me.

I brought a live lobster home once and it scared everyone. Maybe I need to get another to keep order around here, the Lobster Squad. Armored and pincered, lobsters are the cat police in this house until they run out of oxygen and can't breathe. Then you pick Officer Crustacean up off the floor, rinse the cat hair off, then do all the stuff that supposedly finishes off the dazed animal before you stick him in the pot. It didn't convince me, no matter how primitive you tell me that nervous system is.

I've done the lobster cooking experience and won't do it again; like hamburger and chicken, I like my meals pre-dead, preferably cut in familiar shapes. No farm girl 4H sell my steer to the highest bidder for me. I'll find something to eat that doesn't fight back or have eyes, and has a happy name, like Cheerios. See how that works? When I bought frozen Japanese squid, the company had put a hat-tipping squid on the package. Happiness lucky! I wasn't fooled, but the thought was there.

Oh I am tired tonight from scrubbing and moving big furniture. Tomorrow I want to find wires so the cd player that I bought a year ago can get hooked up. Then later I'll knit while watching The Neverending Story. Neverending Storeeeee, la la la, la la la, la la laaaaa. Whoa. I am tired.

Sleep well, sleep peacefully, dream deeply, love mostly. Good night.