Stuck in the Closet With You
I had that song going through my head all day, but I couldn’t remember the lyrics so I googled it. Turns out that 1) It’s “Stuck in the Middle with You” and 2) I hate it. It’s all Crystal’s fault. She looks really repentant, doesn’t she?
Yesterday, Middlest was looking all over the house for something — under the bed, in my closet, etc. I finally asked him what he was looking for and he said, “Crystal.” I told him, “She’s hiding from you,” which is often true because Middlest likes to pick her up and hug her and love her and squeeze her… Anyhow, he was still looking for her at bedtime when the Hubs started yelling at him to GO TO BED ALREADY and I interjected, “Actually, I haven’t seen her all day….” Now, as much as Crystal may be the Antichrist in cat form, we do adore her and this led to a house-wide cat hunt. We were starting to worry that she had somehow escaped outside, when the Hubs finally found her in the downstairs hall closet. Apparently the kids grabbed their coats in the morning, on their way to school, and she had slipped in there and gotten stuck. She’s not much of a meower (too grumpy — all communication is in the form of growls, hisses and lashing tail), so there she stayed. Fortunately, neither she nor the closet seem any the worse for wear.
I’ve been working on a new project:
It is kicking my ass six ways from Sunday. More updates to come.
By the way, my computer has developed issues and I’m currently unable to comment on some blogs that have word verification or OpenId. I’m working on the problem (by which I mean, I’m hoping to bully the Hubs into working on the problem for me) but in the meantime, rest assured I’m not ignoring you….I just can’t comment!