Cool Cats!

Just what is it about the cold-weather that brings out the crazy in the cat? Any pet owner, be it dog or cat, will attest to the fact that when the weather turns chilly, cats and dogs get just a little bit frisky!


This morning was a perfect example. We had our first cold spell of the season; we broke a couple of records, it was that chilly. But instead of our cats cuddling up next to us in a nice warm bed, they woke up acting crazy. They run from one end of the house together, knocking over anything in their way. Jumping on and over each other going just 50 miles an hour running in circles, they are overflowing with energy. I looked over at my husband, and we wonder; what next?


Where did my cuddly little kittens go that like to curl up under a warm blanket? Instead, I have these little Tasmanian Devils that keep running from one end to the house to the next, looking for trouble. They’re getting into things that have been there for months that they’ve never even noticed. They’re pulling blankets down, knocking bowls of water over as they race by in a whirl. They’re terrorizing our older cat, who’s looking at them with a smug smile on her face. But, I noticed that the older cat has a little spring in her step as well.

And I know  when we had our dog it was the same thing; he would jump up in the air, run around in the yard rolling over and over in the leaves, happy as could be.


But as the day wears on, and the sun comes out and warms the air, I notice that all is quiet in the house. I search for my little trouble-makers, and find them in the sunniest spot of the porch. There, my feline friends are curled up together, sucking up the warmth of the sun.

They’ve worn themselves out and are enjoying their afternoon nap.


A Different Kind of Halloween

It’s Halloween night, and I’m having second doubts!


For some reason this year, I guess for many reasons this year, we decided not to celebrate Halloween. There’s no spooky ghosts in our front trees; there are no Halloween lights, and no witch at the door to welcome our little trick-or-treaters. It all sounded perfectly rational when we made the decision to let Halloween pass us by this year. Now, on all hollows eve, I’m beginning to think we were crazy. We’re missing out on all the fun. The fun of watching the little kids come to the door begging for their tricks or treats. Or watching the teenagers try to play it cool, not wanting to admit they still want to get their candy, too.


Instead were huddled in a dark house; the shades are drawn and the lights are off. All in the fear that people will know that we are home, not answering the door. (I feel like the Kranks, who skipped Christmas.) We cringe at the sound of laughter as the kids skip up and down the road outside our home, praying they don’t walk up our sidewalks. It seems silly to worry about what the neighbors think of how you celebrate your holiday. Let’s be honest; it’s a silly holiday to begin with. Mostly just for fun and a little bit of fright. Maybe it wouldn’t bother me so much if it wasn’t a  holiday that in the past, I go all out for. Witches would swing from the trees, lights glow from pumpkins and ghosts blow in the wind.


Well, I’ve made the decision. Now I have to sit here with my husband and our kittens, pretending not to be home.  I hear the children giggling and laughing as they start to walk up the dark path to my front door. A word of warning from a vigilant parent and they go to the next house, leaving us behind. Well, you can be bet that next year my house will be decorated the hilt! You’ll be able to tell that our house is ready for Halloween from down the street. Yes, next year I’m going to makeup for this year’s mistake.

In the meantime everybody have a happy, spooky Halloween!