Living with Sneaks

I live with a house full of sneaks, animals that like getting their own way and are willing to be sneaky about it. Let’s start with Elly. She’s learned how to open the gate and is very proud of her new skill. Last night she chose a bad sleeping spot, right in front of the door. So when I got up in the middle of the night and unexpectedly found a dog in my bedroom, she got moved back into the kitchen. Several times we’ve awoken to find the dog sleeping in our bed. I think Bob might be partially responsible for this behavior

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And then there is Mitzi, the white bullet. She can easily go through the cat doors. Nominally she sleeps with Kate while visiting, but last night she wanted to go outside in the middle of the night. Teenagers don’t like being woken up at 2 am and ours is no exception. She didn’t do a good job of securing the dog after a night time visit, so she came wandering into our bedroom last night. The second dog to get kicked out of the bedroom.

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And then there are the cats. All three of them want the prime spot on the bed. Charlie sleeps on a pillow by our heads. Sophia needs to be under covers with her head sticking out; preferably using my arm as a pillow. And Sally likes to curl up somewhere in the middle. Normally she sleeps with Kate, but since Mitzi is a really tough critter who does not like sharing a bed, she camps out in our bedroom. All is fine except for the addition of almost 30 pounds of cat into the sleeping equation. And then Charlie wakes up and gets bored. And that is the end of sleeping for everyone. First thing charlie wants to do is capture my hair. Then he has to check the edges of blankets to find that unprotected foot or hand. Finally he rousts the other cats out of bed. Sally leaves fast when Charlie wakes up, but Sophia tries to pretend sleep. It doesn’t work well as this sequence of pictures proves.

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So then the cats get thrown out of the bedroom and all is quiet for a while. At least until one of the animals figures out how to push the bedroom door open again and start the whole process all over.

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Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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