lisaviolet's diary

Monday, March 23, 2009

catstuff
04:54 PM - 03/23/2009

The topic: So, we’re both in the office
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and I hear one of the cats in the litterbox. I turn around and watch. I call Brian’s attention to the cat in the box.

It’s Oliver. And he has his head and two front paws inside the box, in the litter. His back end, tail, back legs and paws are on the outside of the box.

He’s squatting and he’s pooping. I always wondered why he pooped outside of the box and not in it. Now I know.

Technically, he is in the box.

It was sure stinky.

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catstuff
04:31 PM - 03/23/2009

The topic: In case you’ve forgotten
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what Skippy looks like, here are some pictures.

On the bank, in front of the doghouse:

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Laying on the bench by the pool:

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Going to check out the morning kibble toss leftovers:

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Eating some of that kibble (he'll come running when he hears me toss it out):

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Drinking out of one of the water fountains. I would venture to guess if it weren't for the water fountain, he'd probably never come inside during the day:

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catstuff
04:16 PM - 03/23/2009

The topic: For those of you who don’t know
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and don’t pay attention to the pictures at the top of this page, I feed the cats at a quarter til eight (Pacific Daylight Time - which sucks) most nights.

And on lots of those nights, I’ve got a camera going so you can watch.

Isn’t that just the most exciting thing you’ve read today? Bet you can hardly wait!

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otherstuff
07:55 AM - 03/23/2009

The topic: Stupid PMS
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Not the premenstrual, but the poor me. Gah, it’s so annoying. Sitting here thinking about Brian not liking his job, but thinking to myself “even though he’s doing basically the same thing over and over, he’s doing it elsewhere, he’s meeting other people and he’s talented at what he does.” What do I do? I sit here all day long, washing the same laundry, cleaning the same litter boxes, vacuuming the same floor….I’m bored with my life.

So, he’s in the office yesterday, I’m in the other room flipping through channels. PBS has a three hour program with Dr. Wayne Dyer. Interesting. Back in the seventies, I lived with my first boyfriend. While he wasn’t physically abusive, he could be pretty mean with some of the things he said. I belonged to a book club and he was reading some of the info on the books and told me I should get this certain book, because I was so messed up. The book? “Your Erroneous Zones” by Dr. Wayne Dyer.

I ordered it. It came. I read it. I lost weight (I’ve always had a weight problem). I felt better about myself. I got a new job. And I left him. It was a hard thing to do, it was a scary thing to do, but I did it. And I never regretted it. (He did. Told me “I should have never told you to get that book.”)

The show was probably halfway done. (And I came to believe that there was actually only an hour of show, the rest was the PBS “give us money, please, give us money” crap. I ended up turning it off and I set the recorder to get it last night and I can watch it and fast forward through the pleas for money.) Anyway, the part I did see, I found very interesting. It was about your passion. And one of the things he said was to have a good life, to not complain about the things you have to do to live. Find the joy in your life and things will come to you.

After I’d turned it off, I started thinking about this. And my boring, joyless life. I asked Brian “what kind of joy can I find in cleaning the same litterboxes day after day?” Then it hit me. I said “you know what? I’m living my childhood dream. I’ve got lots of cats. I just never knew it would be so much work.”

But you know what? Being a model is a lot of work. Being president of the United States is a lot of work. Being a writer is a lot of work. Just about anything worth doing is a lot of work. But the results are what make the work worthwhile.

So, I’m gonna try to quit bitching to myself about my boring life. Because it’s really not so boring after all. I’m living my dream. How many people can say that?

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