If You Were Our Cat …
This is a bit of a lighthearted post today. I am emotionally tired. I have been processing a lot. My mind is becoming clearer each day, but that comes with a mix of emotions. I felt I needed to get some things out of my head and I decided to write a lighter type of post. I sat down and wrote a list of things that are common questions, phrases, statements around here.
So pretend for a moment that you are Mr. Nathaniel Pawthorne.
You are a lovely tuxedo, brilliant kitty, who frequents the halls and rooms of our humble abode. While your padded feet scurry around meowing at all the critters that taunt you through the windows, you may find some amusement in this adult with her three children, as we seem to run similar scripts on a daily basis. I am not sure how the cat is able to sleep in the midst of the entire goings on here, but he does. He gets in the middle of meltdowns and he meows, rubs up against us, head butts, and lies near us when are sad or happy. Notice I did say, near; he is not usually a lap cat. If he decides to partake on a lap-loving adventure it is a rare treat. I do wonder many times what that kitty is thinking. He seems to be a happy fella though no matter what is going on. (He soaked up the sun today and gave me a nice half asleep face for that photo.)
Here are some things you might hear that popped in my head in a matter of minutes.
What is that smell?
What sound it is?
What IS that sound?
My panties don’t fit right. (Three to four changes later) Yes, they feel right.
How many times have you changed your clothes today?
What do you mean you don’t like that, you did yesterday?
Stop flipping off the couch.
Stop standing on the back of the couch.
The cat does not like that.
It is time for school.
Yes, you have to write today.
Why do I have to write?
That’s too loud!
Where are my headphones? (Noise reducers)
Why is it so bright?
Mom, mom I’m hungry.
Mom, mom can I eat this?
Mom, mom I have to go potty.
Mom, can I eat this?
Yes.
Mom, can I eat this?
Yes.
MOM! Can I eat this?
Boo, I said yes already.
OK! I did not hear you. (Even though he was looking right at me and I know he heard me. Lol!)
Do you smell that?
What does that mean?
What did he/she say?
Why did they say that?
Stop jumping off the chair.
Don’t answer the door.
What do you want to eat?
Why are you crying?
What is wrong? (Followed by) I don’t know.
Are you mad?
Are you sad?
Are you happy?
I don’t know.
You cannot have all of your toys lying on the living room floor.
Why?
This is too much chaos!
I can’t eat that it sticks to my teeth.
I cannot eat that it is too soft in my mouth.
I cannot eat that it smells funny.
I cannot eat that it takes too long to chew.
I can’t wear that it itches.
Giggles, giggles, giggles
Will you play with me?
I love you.
Can I have hugs?
I don’t want hugs!
No kisses!
Why can’t I stare into a spinning light for hours?
Can I play the iPad?
The car makes me feel sick.
Can we watch Lego Chima?
Singing.
Dancing.
I like you.
This is fun.
Bickering about anything.
No, I do not want to leave the house.
Can I go with you?
Can you read to me?
I want to read.
Bouncing on balls and a lot of laughing.
What is inside of my body?
Why do I have blood?
Why are you getting in there?
Get this off my hands!
I need to wash my hands.
Mom, mom I need to wash my hands.
Mom, mom! The soap thing is on, why is it on!!??
It’s sticky on my face.
Don’t jump on the trampoline like that.
You are breaking the trampoline.
Oh, no! Don’t run down the stairs.
Did you hear me?
Are you talking to me?
Where is my recorder?
Why do I record?
Where is my clock?
Why do we have to sleep?
Why does the day go by so quickly?
I will stop there.
Yes, all of these can be heard on most days in this house. Oh, there are many more I could add, but I left it to the simple questions … I will not include all of the complex questions, observations, interrogations so forth and so that go on around here.
I have to go do the dishes so I need to wrap this up. It could be any one of us with many of the things I shared. I confess the boys call their undies “panties.” They are far from panties they are boy undies, but somehow the word panties stuck. I really do not have an issue with it. I think it is quite funny. We are just a happy bunch of sensory overloaded, question asking, singing, and laughing silly willy’s. (Daniel’s word) Nathaniel is often heard purring and he talks all the time, so I am pretty sure he is ok with all of this.

























































































