King of the Macrame

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Only Sixteen.”
Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen. If you haven’t yet hit sixteen, tell us about the person you want to be at sixteen.

Well Charlie is about 3 years old which in Cat Years means he is about sixteen.  And like a teenager, he has unbridled enthusiasm and the ability to get into many interesting scenarios.  Not all of them are good.

We went away for the weekend, leaving three cats locked in the house under the care of a neighbor.  Three bored cats including one teenager who was mad he could not go outside and patrol the yard.  What do bored cats do–they squabble and fight.  And Charlie lost.  We came home to find  a cyst growing on his neck.  Anywhere else on his body and this cyst would have exploded. But it turns out cats have extra thick skin at the neck because they fight.  And his cyst did not explode.

Probably a good thing since it would have imploded inside, leading to an even bigger vet bill.  750 dollars for surgery was not in my budget for the month.  Ouch.  We will be watching expenses.  Anyway Charlie left in the morning, a cat with a big swollen lump on his neck and came home a cat with tube under his chin and a cone around his head.  But that doesn’t stop him from doing all the important things like begging for milk in the morning or ensuring my macrame strings are all tangled together.

A friend told me a story about his two cats.  The bigger one, Fluffy used to terrorize the smaller cat Plato.  Then Plato had surgery and came home with a cone.  Big terrifying cone, Fluffy was scared.  And from that day onwards, the balance of power had changed in my friends house.  Plato was in charge.  Now I don’t think that is going to happen in my house.  Sally has always been a big scary cat that takes no guff from anyone.  If she wants to be first for food, she gets first eating rights.  And Sophia is crazy.  Even the dog is terrified of her.  But Charlie, he is king of the macrame and he’s going to spend his day defending it and sleeping upon it.  Even I won’t be allowed to work with those strings.

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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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