Mr. Goodbar wants me to go through my photo’s today and par down. He says that I especially have too many photo’s of our cats.
I disagree. strongly. It’s important that I document their every precious cuddle, curl, and sprawl.
I will reluctantly comply.
He wants me to repeat: “I am a digital hoarder” each time I delete a photo or an email.
I love where our relationship is headed now….
We’re not in Candy Land anymore folks.
Mr. Goodbar has a new name… so I am happy to use them interchangeably as I see fit (naturally)
His new name is “Big CAT” not ,
Big Man
not
Big Dog
but
Big CAT
Do you want to know how this new name was acquired? Of course you do, and guess who’s gonna tell you? (It occurs to me at this moment that he may forever regret moving in together)
So, last night we are on the bed and like clockwork our two cats Blue and Bella climb into their usual positions. which, if your a Ragdoll Cat (the best kind of cat who are not like cats at all but instead rather act like small dog’s) would be right up next to us as if they too will recline beside us watching back to back episodes of Bones. So – the four of us are in position when Mr. Goodbar gets affectionately bit as they will sometimes do as the sheets and covers move and they think – represents a play opportunity. It happens a few times and Mr Goodbar says:
“OW!”‘ a few times…
and then the next thing I know the CAT says:
“ME-yelp!” and moves location.
“What the heck was that?” i ask making sure the cat is ok.
“I had to bite his ear….” says Goodbar without blinking ….
“So he know’s who the Alpha Cat is….. ” he continues…
“You know- like the BIG cat in the house ” he finishes.
(Oh, yeah, – now we all know who the Big Cat is… beware!)
“MEE- ROW!” BIG CAT… “MEE- ROW!!!”
