this dang cat

Our little peach just turned 9 years old. Seems like just yesterday he was the size of a beanie baby, sniff sniff.

He has taken to moving things around once again. Back in our old place he would get fixated on certain things- slippers, the mousepad, the drain cover- and move them around the house. He hasn't done it much here, until recently.

He's started moving the baby's toys around. When we wake up, there's usually some playthings in our bedroom doorway. One day it was a little beachball and another cushy ball. Yesterday it was the cushy ball & a stuffed bunny. (I'm surprised the bunny wasn't boiling in a pot of water on the stove...)

I wonder what this means. I guess I should know better than to try to get into the mind of a cat, particularly our cat. I can only hope that this is a sign that he is coming to accept the presence of the baby in our household. She's starting to chase him around, and he still seems to want nothing to do with her. He has whacked her in the face a couple of times, but I think he meant it with love. Right?

Smelly Butt Jones

When we were little, there was this cereal. It wasn't one of the mainstays, like your Cap'n Crunch or anything. It was called Ice Cream Cereal, and it lasted only a short while...probably because it was gross.

Anyhow, they had this commercial. It was a catchy little jingle, sung by a man named Ice Cream Jones. So we, as kids do, came up with our own little version of the song. I believe it went something like this:

"My name's Smelly Butt Jones,
I like to drink your toilet water,
I like to drink your toilet water,
and bring you kids,
my butt skin CEREEEAAAA-LLL"

(Sounds better when you hear it live...and you're 8)

Well, for some stupid reason my brother Joey and I thought we would write this gem down, you know, so we wouldn't forget the lyrics. I believe we wrote it on the back of a white McDonald's napkin. And for some other stupid reason, we thought we'd place this napkin under my father's pillow.

He sooooooo didn't get the joke. We got in trouble.

To this day, I don't know why we put it under his pillow. Or why we thought he would think it was funny. I love the way a child's mind works:

"No, NO! I got a great idea! Let's put it under Dad's pillow! Yeah! He'll totally love it!!! He'll probably hang it up on his bulletin board at work!"

Huh?