Tag: cats

My root canal turned out to be a non-issue. He gave me a prescription for Vicodin, but I had absolutely no pain when the Novocaine wore off, so it was completely unnecessary. We’ll be saving that little stash for a rainy migraine day, I think.

Since I don’t want to try eating anything too toothsome just yet, I decided to make Cincinnati chili lentils with rice. I’ve been craving lentils, and they lend themselves really well to the seasonings in Cincinnati chili. Yum!

Alsotoo, since I had the afternoon free, I did my taxes. Once again, I-File (Indiana’s on-line service for filing state taxes) told me that I owed a huge amount of money. H&R Block said I get $250 back. I think I’ll go with H&R Block, since they have no dog in this race. Just to be on the safe side, I also did my state taxes by hand, and as far as I can tell, H&R Block is correct. I don’t know what the hell I-File is thinking, but apparently it’s smoking crack.

(Henry is having a rare nap. She’s kinda cute when she’s not rocketing around the house, scratching on doors and windows, or biting me on the head.)

Usually it’s Polly who sleeps on top of Henry, but occasionally, it’s the other way around. I don’t think either one of them are the least bit bothered by being squashed by the other.

I’m also really glad that I bought the cheap PVC-and-nylon kitty jungle gym that sits behind the couch. They spend a lot of time hanging out there. It gives them a good perch to keep an eye on things, without lying on the couch itself, which is Harriet’s territory.

I don’t know why they both have to cram themselves into the same bed–there are two of them–but apparently it’s comfortable.

Have I mentioned how glad I am that, when I was looking for kittens, I got littermates? They do fight sometimes, but only when their play gets out of hand. Otherwise, they are best friends. They usually sleep in a heap, and on occasion even squash themselves into the same bunk in their cat tree.

I was surprised that Polly climbed into the dishwasher. Neither of the cats are very interested in what goes on in the kitchen. I don’t think they’ve ever gotten up on the table or cupboards, and they have absolutely no interest in people food. Polly did seem curious about the squash bits on the potato masher, but she didn’t try to taste them.

On the other hand, they are not the least bit shy about stealing the dog’s bed. Again. I’ve pretty much given up on Harriet having her own bed, because since the kittens arrived, she hasn’t been able to sleep in it. Poor puppy.