Finally, the plumbers and repairmen are gone. Some of you have asked about the "toolbelt/butt-crack" element. Thankfully our service professionals have not worn low-rise workpants. Charmee is an "audience participation" kind of guy who will stick his nose down the backs of pants if given the opportunity. The last guy who showed some bun-cleavage got some whisker tickling from Charmee. You should have heard the guy shriek ... He sounded like the daycare kids next door. You've got to hand it to Charmee ... He's sneaky.
The guy today who was repairing drywall (the holes that the plumbers knocked in the walls to replace a houseful of pvc plumbing with copper pipes) didn't even realize that we were in the house. He got down on his knees to fix a hole behind the guest bathroom toilet and Charmee ran right up his back and sat on his shoulder. I was watching from the bed across the hallway. Boy, this guy was startled and said something that sounded like "Dios mio!" (... I don't speak Spanish, but I sure do love carne asada and carnitas). I had to keep my snickering to a minimum ... When he looked my way, I pretended to be cleaning my hind leg.
The temperature hasn't gone down much and we had the windows open (grandma and grandpa were here while Mom was at work earning what she calls "the little bucks"). She works nearly twelve hour days and comes home exhausted. It will be better when she gets the kids into a firm routine and can come home at a more reasonable time. By the way, she says that I cannot blog on Thursday (sorry, regular readers) because she's got a fifteen hour day at work. At least she gets to come home EARLY on Friday ... I just have to convince her to leave the work at work. Any suggestions that might be convincing to Mom? I've tried begging, kneading her lap, meowing pitifully (kind of degrading), and gacking hairballs in her shoes. Perhaps the Feline Americans and I can stage a protest of some sort. Mom hasn't taken a sick day in more than five years, but leaving at a reasonable time should be workable for a cat with my obvious persuasive capabilities, right?
To cap everything, I've got a wonky eye today. I hate wonk ...
DaisyMae Maus
5 comments:
That 'wonky eye' doesn't sound like much fun!! Hope it's better today.
~M&K
Sorry about the "wonky eye." That really doesn't found fun.
As for your mom, did you try pooping on her pillow? I know that's an attention grabber. However, if your mom is the only worker in the house, be careful. Her job may be what brings in the Stinky Goodness. You don't want to lose that, do you?
My mama would come and do some of the work for your mama if she could!
You guys have such fun with the worker beans!
My Momma stays away for nearly 12 hours each day too. I miss her lots. I try to keep her wif me, but efurry morning she leaves before it's light and doesn't come back until the light of day is nearly gone. I sleeps lots and wait for her til she comes home to be wif me.
*ABBY
Our humans work all the time too but sometimes they do it at home and we can at least sit next to them. Or bite their ankles so they get up and feed us. Sorry to hear about the eye -- Alberta, Sky, Blackie and Charlie
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