Daily Archives: September 14, 2014

Happy Sunday Morning

I made a promise on this blog Friday I think it was. I promised to go to the gym at least one day this weekend, possibly two. I kept that promise yesterday.

I went to the gym for the first time in nearly a year. I did 30 minutes on the elliptical and I did the Body Flow class. Today my muscles are doing this:

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Nonetheless, I am currently sitting at the Starbucks next to Gold’s Gym in South Arlington. As soon as I am done with this blog, drinking ample quantities of their dark roast coffee, and drinking some water, I am going to head over to the gym for yet another punishing workout.

I have been afraid to get on the scale. I think I’m going to cut myself a break and give myself a good solid week of working out before I brave the big, scary scale. I need to be a bit stronger for that.

So, I have been asked to tell some more stories about my cat. I haven’t really talked about her or shared pictures of her in a while. I have been trying to get some pics of her sitting on me, but she’s quite uncooperative. She’s kind of like my six-year-old niece. When she knows we want a really good picture of her, she does everything she can to sabotage it…looks the other way, moves, makes a strange face, ignores you. I think they are in collusion with one another to ruin all fun pictures.

Anyway, here is my cat sitting on me looking very unhappy.

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And yet another pic of her sitting on “her” chair.

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When I moved into this apartment, a friend of mine gave me this extremely tacky yet fun purple shoe chair. I love it. One, it’s purple. And I love the color purple. Two, it’s so obnoxious. I mean, look at it. It goes with absolutely nothing, and yet it works for me.

Anyway, almost as soon as the chair was brought into the apartment, Naomi claimed it as hers. I think she sees it as a giant scratching post. She sits on it, sleeps on it, sits on the very tip-top. She even barfed on it once.

If I every TRY to sit on it, she throws a complete fit. I was talking to my mother on the phone while sitting on this chair and Naomi attacked me and meowed ceaselessly until I moved. My sister came over once and tossed a jacket on the top of the chair. Naomi went bananas. Finally, I had to tell my sis that she put her coat on Naomi’s chair. So, my sister moved her coat. She can sit on MY couch, but I cannot sit on HER chair. Typical cat.

She has had a rough time recently. I had to take her to my sister’s place twice this summer so that my sister could watch her. One, I went to the beach for a week. And this past weekend when I went to Pittsburgh.

You would think I’m torturing the cat by the way she reacts. I have to fight her to get her into the cat carrier and she meows all the way there and all the way back home. I can understand. Being a rescue cat, I’m sure she’s used to people putting her in cat carriers and just dumping her on someone else. It is a gut wrenching experience.

She’s good once I get her to my sister’s place. She actually likes it there. And despite her growling, I think she actually likes my sister’s cat, Oscar:

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And Oscar loves Naomi. In fact, my sister told me that when Naomi leaves, Oscar meows and walks around looking for Naomi. Sandy bought Oscar a squeaky toy that is similar to one that Naomi has. Sandy tossed it onto the floor for Oscar and the cat ran downstairs meowing looking for my cat. I feel kind of bad for Oscar. I think she’s kind of lonely.

And Naomi punishes me for taking her away from Oscar. Once I get her home, she sits on the little shelf I have in my bedroom closet and glowers at me for at least a few hours.

On the upside, at least Sandy and I know that if anything happens to one of us, the other can take care of the cat without disrupting their lives too much, because you know, it is all about he cats.

Anyway, I think I have procrastinated enough. Coffee is almost gone. Time to hit the gym. Have a happy Sunday!

 

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