Love Me Hard…All Night Long

For those that are regular readers of this blog, you’ve probably noticed two things. First, yes, it has been a long long time since I, CCL, have blogged. This is a direct result of too much work, too much travel (for work, which stopped being cool after year two. I’m now on year five) and not enough rest.
The second is that when the cats come back to my house Ms. Roxie often keeps me up all night long. She meows with such sorrow and melancholy and runs across me every hour. Then, once she gets tired around 6 or 6:30, she stretches out on the edge of the bed and falls asleep. Well, due to a congruence of events, the cats were alone for a period of week and I brought them back to my house.

That first night, Roxie didn’t meow at all night. Instead she bit me – hard. On my nose, on my chin. Now if you don’t have cats, these are actually called love bites and not all cats do it. Roxie has done it before but never with such frequency and never so hard. She loved me hard all night long. It was her way of showing how happy she was to see me and that she was snuggling with me.
Jean-Claude just rubbed against me and slept on the porch. He was happy to see me, but in true JC fashion was just cool about it.

With Roxie I’ve learned that in order for me to get a good night’s sleep two things have to happen. Since she’s a light sleeper, during the day she can’t go into those deep sleeps that cats get. Also, she needs good solid play. I have to make her run up and down the stairs for about ½ hr for her to get worn out. Even with this, it’s a 50/50 shot if I’m going to make it through the night.
I might have to start keeping her up even more during the day. Anyone have any other suggestions?

What Is It You Want Anyway??

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There is so much to be said about being clear about one’s goals. A lot of people really don’t know what they want and they rely on outside sources and other people to tell them what is best. Problem is sometimes other people, even loved ones operate or tell us what is good for us as it serves their best interests – and not ours. People, particularly those we love, often fear our need to change or to grow. Why?? It means change for them or as well and sometimes it also means the new and improved you can no longer fulfill their needs. There is nothing wrong with putting yourself first, showing yourself love and adoration. It can be the start to loving, giving and growing to your fullest capacity.

August Blues

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As I write this the House of Representatives is preparing to vote on the debt ceiling bill. A deal was approved last evening…but I digress as this blog is apolitical. Still, usually around this time members of Congress are planning their trips home to their districts but this time with so many other political elements, alliances etc. in place, the members like the rest of us are suffering the summer blues, hot weather and hot water. The rest of the world is watching and waiting.

Roxie’s Theme Song

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Jean’s Claude theme song is “the theme from Laura” which I sing to the melody “Jean Claude, la,la,la..lalala..Jean Claude lalalala LA…..Roxie’s theme song is Party Days. She is a party animal.

It’s A Guy Thing Right?? I Won’t Try to Understand

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Jean Claude Giving Instructions

When author John Gray pioneered the whole “Men Are from Mars” thing, I’m sure he didn’t have cats in mind. Still Jean Claude, the male Bombay cat, is decidedly male. Going to his chair at night, retreating to his cave – and just in general while a true gentleman acts like a dude, truly. If there is no food in his bowl he is in your face, agressively looking in your eyes. When a stranger comes to the door he growls like a dog. He is very protective of CCL and me. He enjoys his solitude and will sit on the lawn in my backyard quietly watching the birds. Roxie, of course, ( a true [priss puss) just runs wild. Jean Claude doesn’t chase after the birds, he’s too cool for that but he has been known to get really wacky when exposed to large quantitites of catnip – I guess a bourbon won’t do.*

*no we do not give the cats liquor