I got a chance to see my fur brothers this weekend. Here's one of them.
Click to enlarge and get a good look at his terrible dandruff problem.
I have become a crazy cat lady hobo-style, i.e. due to Ken's allergies I can't have cats so I have to take my show on the road. I actually keep that rainbow ribbon in my purse to play with other peoples' cats. Technically I only need it on weekends, but I like to carry it around with me all the time because seeing it makes me smile.
As soon as I pulled the ribbon out, my fur brothers flipped their lids. They pounced all over it. Even the lazy one (above), who spends most of his time begging for food and/or tummy rubs, actually got up and trotted after the ribbon when I pulled it to the other end of the house.
Thank goodness for the cats, because they made an awkward family dinner slightly easier to get through. Ken and I have been at odds with my step-dad on account of his being involved in some shady business with some unsavoury business men, and because he tried to get us involved in his shenanigans. I have to honestly say that I've been avoiding my step-dad for the past few months, because I just don't want to even listen to him talk about his schemes. He's all excited about meetings he's had with people whom I consider to be obnoxious and hateful.
The truth is that I've lost quite a bit of respect for him. He's focusing a lot of his energy on acquiring money and power, when he has enough money and power already to serve all of his needs. He's intent on squashing some people he considers to be his enemies, at the expense of the people who he calls his friends. He's not being nasty to his helpers on purpose per se, but he is being astonishingly thoughtless about other peoples' needs, priorities, and feelings. I still care for him, of course, but my willingness to help him is at an all-time low.
Our dinner conversation was stilted, but we got through the evening, so that's something. It's no worse than it used to be when I was a teenager, I suppose. Actually, it's better, because I'm now an independent adult who can go home at the end of the evening to relax...
... and pick cat fur off my clothes.