Monday, June 9, 2014

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom Is Not A Mouser. But Then, Neither Are These Two.

This is what I've been doing for the past two weeks:

No. Not taking pictures of Genius-the-cat and Simba on the back porch.


Yes. I've been a lazy bum. At least now I am venturing out each day to deposit money in the account of one or another of my spawn. Or to pick up medicine. Or grab a 44 oz. Diet Coke now full of ice, so really, I'm just hydrating myself, what with drinking mostly water all day due to the melting of the 44 ounces of ice.

I do my catnapping inside. In Farmer H's La-Z-Boy in the living room. Not on the corner of the back porch rail, overlooking the Webers, all hopeful-like. And I don't have a fluffy pillow upon which to rest my whiskery chin. And I daresay, my tail is not so svelte. You might say I'm growing fat and sassy. Fatter and sassier.

It's a good gig if you can get it.


Sioux said...

I often find myself "catty" when it comes to the comments I make about certain people, so you and I are of the same species, it seems...

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Takes time and rest to fully heal. Take advantage of it! Nothing is so important as your health.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Yes, I think we sprout from the same branch on the evolutionary tree.

Now is the prime time for relaxing. I only have to provide one meal a day of food which I heat up in the microwave or warm in the oven. None of that pesky sandwich-making that the #1 son is so vocal about. I think he must have forgotten somewhere down the line that I am a short-temper cook.