And then there was chaos....

This morning was not the best morning. I woke up a little later than I should have...it seems when I wake up at 3 in the morning to tinkle, it jacks my whole schedule up. I really think that Lucas and I are going to have to come up with some kind of agreement about when it is acceptable for him to stomp my bladder and when it isnt.
So, by the time I got up and fed the cats, the bad morning started to unravel.

My little Haylee Bug didnt eat which is beyond unusual for her, usually, shes the first one in the food bowl when I drop that spoon of friskies in...I am wondering if maybe she wasnt hungry, or maybe she didnt like the flavor of the morning...but shes usually not picky. Then I shut Smudge's tail in the dresser drawer, and she cussed me. Then Muff and Merlin managed to knock the speaker on themselves, and it landed on Jeremy's playstation. I guess I'll hear about it if the damn thing is broken. Little Missy wouldnt get out of the bathroom sink so I could wash my face and brush my teeth. Jinx and Merlin were fighting, and Samantha kept trying to beat up Bjourne. It was like a zoo. Then I go to put Bjourne in the kennel and he gives me that sad face, and I felt like a terrible mother, then I get outside and Bailey is looking for treats that I dont have, because I was rushing and forgot them...its drama...
I suppose that since I have talked about my cats, that maybe I should introduce everyone to them...I will get pictures of them posted soon....

Samantha: She is 17 years old, and is basically an old crotch. She wants to eat, sleep and occasionally be petted, but for the most part, she wants to be left alone. I love her though! I took her with me when I left my Mom and Dad's.

Smudge (SKA-mudge as Jeremy calls her.): Shes the second cat I adopted because she was hanging around my parents house, so my sister scooped her around this time last year and brought her to me. She is black and white, with a black smudge across her nose...hence her name. She has an attitude...she likes to give me this look when I call her names like "Oh, no she didn't" and I can just see her head bobbing with it! I think in a past life, she was a black woman who didn't take any crap. She likes to beat up on Little Missy. If their dry food dispenser is empty, she will smack it and run and then rub up against us, fussing the whole time. She only talks when shes irritated with you.

Little Missy: The name says it all. I have a co-worker to thank for this addition. She was a beautiful calico that was just roaming around outside when my co-worker decided that I needed to adopt her. So, after some conjoling from me, Jeremy agreed we could have 3 cats, but no more. So, I took her in, and we found out that she had tapeworms so bad that eating wasnt helping her much...I took her to the vet, and she had a place where her back paw had literally been ripped away. The vet wrapped it and gave me some anitbiotics and we took her home. 2 weeks later she looked like she had swallowed a canteloupe. And I realized she was pregnant. No good deed goes unpunished. After a month and a half of feeling these babies moving inside of her I was already attached. She gave me three beautiful babies, and I kept them all. Jeremy stayed with her all night after her water broke while she was in labor. After she had them we took her in to get her spayed, and to repair her leg, and we found out that she had cancer in that leg. So, far, it hasnt come back, so I think we are doing good! Shes a talker, she doesnt like for me to be mean to Jeremy, and she gives me an earful if she catches me.

Jinx: He is Missys kitten. He is white and orange...almost the orange of a creamsicle, and he has satan in him. He got his name, because in the beginning, no matter what, we were keeping him, and Jeremy and I thought that at the same time. He is a pig, loves canned cat food, chips, milk, chunky monkey ice cream, and doritos. Hes a trouble maker but hes getting better.

Haylee-Marie (I call her Haylee-bug): Looks like Missy only shes not a calico. She has black swirls throughout her grey and white coat, and she had big expressive eyes. She loves to cuddle and eat...every now and then she gets into trouble. Shes kind of timid and shy, but shes sweet.

Merlin: He got this name because when he was kitten, you would see him and then you wouldnt. He was really good (and still is) at disappearing. He is a beautiful cat. I dont think a camera could catch it as much as you see it in person. He must have had a different Daddy, or he looks like Daddy, I am not sure. He has long hair (the other 2 and Missy are short haired) he has a silver/grey coat that has some coffee color running through it, and his coat is as soft as silk. Hes got the most beautifil eyes...they are amber with emerald green bursts around his pupils, and his face is sculpted...almost as if someone made his face in a mold. He really is beautiful. He carries his tail and his head high, he has a unique meow, and sometimes, I think he thinks hes royalty. And his paws are huge! He is going to be a big cat when he gets to be full grown. But he walks like Missy, silent and prissy.

Muff: This little fella came from Wal-Mart parking lot, eaten up with fleas and tape worms when he was only 8 weeks old. Hes orange and striped like a tiger, and pretty much my baby. He likes for me to hold him and he likes to curl up in my arm at night. We are still getting to know him and his little quirks. He develops new ones everyday. He has a fettish for Jeremys socks and my panties...you have to watch him. Right now, he puts them under the Christmas tree, and if you try to take them from him, he growls and runs with them. You have to wait until hes finished with them. Hes in his destructive phase right now, so I am trying not to kill him.

Bjourne: He is a siberian husky/lab mix, and he is my baby. I spent months searching pet finder for the perfect dog for Jeremy (at that time, I was not a dog person.) And I found a readhead siberian husky. We got in the car and drove to VA Beach, only to discover that she had an injury and couldnt be moved. So, Lynda had her husband come up with Bjourne. As soon as they pulled up, it was like love at first sight for Jeremy. Bjourne lept out of the kennel they had him in and ran to Jeremy. He came from a shelter in Cacapon West Virginia, where he had been hit with the but of a pistol on his head. He has a scar on his nose that was still healing when we took him, he had a cut above his left eye, and one inbetween his eyes. But he was so loveable and so trusting of us right away. We spent thirty minutes in the Hardees parking lot, and I didnt want to leave him. Lynda let us take him, and I donated $125 to her rescue, but that didnt cover his neuter, his shots, his travel from WV...but I got him. And I am telling you what, my mom is terrified of dogs after seeing her mother attacked when she was a child. And at first, Bjourne was only 10 months, so he was still a puppy, and he walked up to her and put his head in her lap and let her pet him...shes fine with him now. So is Dad...even though when Dad first saw him, he said "Thats not a puppy, thats an elephant.." Bjourne is 70 pounds of hard muscle, and oh so protective of me and Lucas. I love this dog, and I can't help but indulge him. I make babysitting arrangements for him if I am going to be busy after work. My parents will take him or Jeremys parents will take him...and they both say he is so well behaved. I really love this pup.

Bailey: He is a three year old german shepard that I took in to foster (and I guess I am keeping) in August. He came from a backyard in Alabama 2 weeks before Hurricane Katrina hit. He was about starved to death. His balance was off, he was so sick that any food we gave him went right through him. He had never been socialized, he didnt know what treats were, and hes still figuring some of them out. I am thankful that we agreed to foster him, or he would not have survived Katrina. He stays in the yard on a tie out in the doggy condo Jeremy built for him, includes carpet, and hes happy. Hes putting on weight, but hes still got a ways to go. He prefers being outside then being inside, and I have come to appreciate and admire his good qualities. Its not his fault that he was rough when we got him. Hes a beautiful red and black, and his winter coat had come in so beautiful. I think we have basically decided to keep him.

Well, thats my brood. As soon as I can get them loaded out of the digital camera, I will post pictures here of them...until then, I have to get some work done.