Thing 1 and Thing 2 are very bad kitties

(Thing 1 in grey, and Thing 2 in the tiger stripes)

From the time Spaghetti walked in from work we both could smell it...

Cat urine. Thing 2 is the first to blame for this smell, she pissed all over the sectional we JUST threw out. Weeks ago. Replacing with a new leather couch, and chair. There is piss on the couch.

Spaghetti is NOT happy. At All. No shit, neither am I and I start freaking because I know damn well the look in his eyes says that Thing 2 has only a few hours left to live here.

I can't handle giving away a cat. Or a dog, or any pet for that matter. It kills me. I rescued Thing 2 because no one wanted her. And now he wanted me to do the same. I couldn't do it.

I didn't have a choice. I mean, the couch is less then a month old! He tells me she has to go RIGHT. NOW. I freak. I go upstairs and find Thing 2 I hold her and I sob. I sob and freak out in front of the kids. I couldn't help it.

This cat may have pissed on yet another piece of furniture, but this cat is also my email buddy, during both pregnancies she would sit with me and my daily baths, dipping her tail in the bath. She is a pain in the ass, but she is my cat, damnit.

So after rocking my cat and sobbing like she was already gone. I look at Spaghetti with swollen eyes, and tears on my face. I ask if they could live in my art room?

Fine.

And so I moved them. First the cat tower, then the litter box, the food, the cat cubbie tent, the water jug, and then the cats.

There new digs aren't so bad. The art room is a pleasing purple and lime green, there is a window that gets minor light, the room is 1/2 the house in size, they have TONS of counters to roam, and tables to lay on.

But the pissing did need to stop, and both cats are to blame in one area of the house or another. Thing 1 does her damage in the bedrooms, so they are always closed off. It will be nice to have our doors open for a change. That will be really weird getting used to.

I will miss hearing them wrestle in the hall at night, or getting the run of the house when the dogs are locked up. But it is this or they gatta go. I am glad Spaghetti let them stay.

Well more time for me in my art room. Now I just need a laptop down there and I will be set (I have a fridge, food, art supplies and my cats)

It was just an insanely upsetting day. Plus I have to douse the new couch with cleaner in hopes that the smell was caught soon enough.

So as I stand there smelling like cat urine (since I was scrubbing the couch between sobs) the house is a mess, the kids didn't nap, and I have dishes around the counter top Spaghetti forgot to mention that he was having 3 of his friends over for a BBQ in an hour... oh the insanity of it all... oh and that in a few months we are going to babysit his parents cat (Thing 3) in my art room with my cats) for 12 days... oh no he di-int...

Oh and yes the kids are down in bed now. And yes the wine coolers are tasty. And yes my best friend will be over right after work.

Nashville

Nashville, Tennessee
April 3rd - April 7th 2009

The Mc family is leaving this Friday morning, when Spaghetti gets home from his night shift, to hop into the IL's mini van and zoom away 7 hours and 53 minutes to Nashville, Tennessee.


Spaghetti's cousin, Nikki, and her very musically talented husband, Loren, moved to Nashville last fall. It only makes sense. Loren currently plays guitar, banjo, mandolin, and sings for the country rock band "Drew Davis Band" they toured with Hootie and the Blowfish all summer, promoting there first CD "Crossroads". He also sings the opening song for "Suite life of Zach and Cody" on the Disney channel. Oh and did I mention he did work for the show "Alias" oh and in the first season of LOST when they show Charlie playing guitar, that is Charlie's hands, but Loren playing the music, some work on video game sound tracks... oh I could go on and on. Let's just say Loren is on interesting guy. From the stories of music, to his personal love of diving (not a shocker he's certified to dive over 100 feet, wreck dive, and I do believe some sort of medical dive too?) Alright enough on Loren.

Nikki herself, is a beautiful and sweet girl. She needs a bit of Loren to feisty her up a bit. She teaches 8th grade students, now in Nashville. She hand makes beautiful jewelry and has a big yellow lab named Belle.


Phew.


Back to me and the insanity of the trip. Maternal Mirth taught me a valuable thing about vacationing with children.

She said to me once "It is not vacation for us mom's. It's simply called relocation" how true that is.


Weaky is the most to pack, he needs more clothes (messy boy!) and special jar food, and formula, and bottles, and teether rings, and Tylenol, and diapers, his alcohol for his helmet, special tooth brush to clean it, he has to be bathed everyday because of it, and his pack and play, and front carrier if we go for a hike... good god, maybe a kitchen sink too.


Bagel is clothes, diapers, sippies, and a pack and play for her. Oh and her hair ties, detangler spray, oh, toys for them. Nikki and Loren have no kids, and NO toys!... oh my...


I checked the weather. It looks like sunny and 70 when we get there, but Sunday and Monday will be cooler and rainy. So I have to pack for mild summer/chilly spring/ who knows what?!


Oh and I have to pack the cats up. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are going to stay with Thing 3 at my IL's house. So they need food, dishes, water bowl, litter box... that is happening today. We will be packing up the cats, and swapping out our Ford exploder, and my MIL's focus for our Pontiac back and to use there mini van for the trip. (don't ask about the swap of the Pontiac and the Focus. Long story) We were going to do the cats and dogs all tomorrow. Hello insanity. So we moved the IL's to today. Good thing I could use an extra day to pack the van


And Ding and Dong will be getting packed up and shipped to my parents tomorrow. They will stay there. They have 3 cats, but they also have an acre of land fenced in. Ahh... freedom for the dogs! They won't have much access to the house. Mostly the workroom, and laundry room. (maybe the kitchen if they are good) It's a big deal that my parents take them. They have a very nice house, and yard. And for my two Buffalo's to be there for a week is SO nice of them!


I have food to pack, a cooler, van entertainment, and everything needed to take an almost 3 year old, and an 11 month old on a 5 day vacation 8 hours away?!?


Insert psycho laughter here.


So I NEED to get off the computer and pack my ass off. We will be leaving soon to get the van. I have SO much to do...

Shredded cat barf

So as I go to my computer I slip in cat barf... I find the rest of the barf, and step over it. I only have a few precious minutes to read email and or blog, before the rest of the house hears or smells that I am awake.

Wiping cat barf from the bottom of my foot, I sit in my chair. A minute later I hear a rustling sound, it was thing 2 climbing into the shredder... well since she slid into the garbage can part, she should be fine right? Thing 1 is watching it all from the cat tower, and in the distance I can hear Thing 3 barfing in the living room...

Sigh... it's going to be one of those days.

Are you chewing on my hair?

The battle for mommy continues.

When I play with Spike, Bagel whines. When I play with Bagel, Spike cries.

(Bagel and Spike playing nice... at the moment)

When I sit by Ding. Dong give me that look. When I play with Dong, Ding comes over sits on my lap (all 60 lbs) and pushed Ding away.

(Ding in the back, Dong right up front, at Queen and Carrots big ass yard)

And normally Thing 1 and Thing 2 don't fight over me. But now that Thing 3 is staying with us for the week, she thinks that I am hers. Well Thing 1 has some news for her. At this moment, as I type this, Thing 3 is sitting between me and the keyboard.

(Lucy in the sun)

And thing one is sitting on the back of my chair, chewing on my hair. Thing 2 is confident that I love her, and is claiming the cat tower.

(Thing 1 in the grey fur suit, and Thing 2 in the stripped tiger suit)

I feel the love here. What better then to be needed by so many creatures at once? And Spaghetti wonders why I need to run away some days. (Usually to scrapbook those I just ran away from!) No really as insane as it gets around her, I really love all the furry and not so furry children I have, that fight for me. I know I have 2 children, but I am the proud mom of 6 (7 this week)

Love you all, Mommy.