07 January, 2007
Simon Sunday: Sometimes...
Awwwwww!
Originally uploaded by Planet Vicster.
...he gets by on his gorgeous looks.
I'm in the sloppy stages of a head cold, and, after a lengthy photo stroll around the Navy Base yesterday, my sinuses were kicking up a major fuss. This time, it felt more like allergies than cold, but whatever it was, I had had quite enough of the sneezing (or trying to sneeze) and, in desperation, took a Benadryl before going to bed.
Which means that I'm utterly worthless today. Which meant that, though I managed to serve His Highness his breakfast reasonably on time this morning, I really needed to go back to bed. That did not sit well with His Highness. I desperately needed to sleep off the Benadryl, but Simon was determined that I should be out of bed and paying attention to him. So he abused me with his tail, he slobbered on my face and he repeatedly got on the dresser (which he knows is absolutely verboten).
Three hours of minimal, fitful rest, many harsh words and Simon's naughty deeds later, I gave up and got up, cursing like I do when the Benadryl leaves me evil-tempered.
I decided to have an English muffin; Simon tried to stick his paw in the butter because he thought it was Chevre goat cheese, which is his New Favourite Food in the Whole World. "Simon, CHOOSE LIFE!" I told him, redirecting his paw before it landed in the middle of the butter. He immediately went into the living room and bit Billie, because, you know, it's ALL HER FAULT. That got him a very loud lecture, punctuated by a couple of blasts from the compressed air can, on how he is certainly NOT allowed to bite his sister, ever, and especially not when HE is the one who is being naughty.
I had to quickly inhale the English muffin and barely rescued my cup of tea from his prodding paw. At this point, I was too exhausted to yell or lecture or do anything more than roll my eyes. When he realized he was not getting any muffin or tea, Simon went and took a nap (he had, after all, had a very busy morning).
I happened to notice the noisemaker from New Year's Eve sitting on my stereo speaker. As soon as he was sound asleep, I let loose with an almighty "PFFFFFWEEETTTAAAAWWWWWTTTTTT!!!", causing Simon to shed one or two of his nine lives. He looked at me like, "WTF do you think you're doing?"
I smiled at him and said, "NOW, we're even."
Labels: Billie, cats, furkids, Simon, Simon Sunday
~~ victoria on 12:47 PM ~~ 2 comments
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I think Mr. Simon and Francine are cousins. She is forever pawing at things that she ought not to paw, climbing on top of furniture when she feels ignored and when reprimanded will take it out on Kitty.
I do like the "Choose Life" bit quite a lot.
Sounds like you have the same cold I had. It gets better after two days or so, but I'm still coughing a month later!
By
Tim, at
7:42 PM
yes, the furkids can be such terrorists and thugs, then they turn around and act all cute and snuggly and, suckers that we are, we forgive *everything*!
re: the cold. I've been fighting to make sure it doesn't move into my chest, because then it WILL hang on for weeks and weeks! I think yesterday's major episode was allergy-driven, though. The Benadryl helped clear things up, but I couldn't do a dang thing today. I'm hoping the haze will have lifted by tomorrow.
By
victoria, at
8:09 PM