In any case, I have officially moved from Hawaii to the suburban St. Louis - Illinois side to be exact - and have encountered a bit of culture shock. The people here don't sound the same: I hear very little Pidgin and get confused looks when I use phrases such as "da kine," "choke," and "puka" to name a few. The people are pink, not brown, and shaped very differently. However, they are very nice and helpful, which is a welcomed similarity.
Currently we are living with a friend while we build a house. As all of you know, that has been a drama in itself, which I will go into later. Right now I am on the loveseat with Tux curled up next to me and Nubbin on the back. They were recently allowed out of their prison (read: the unfinished basement) and allowed to be in the house when we are here to supervise them. Although, they seem to get into trouble anyway. For example, while I was putting groceries away yesterday, someone had found a boutonniere from Bub's (Little Brother's) wedding. It had been pilfered from the dresser in our bedroom and was halfway down the stairs. This morning Nubbin was in rare form. I hadn't even had my coffee - it was still brewing - and she was already in trouble.
I am allergic to cats, among other things. However, as Husband (aka Moose Man) is gone a lot for work, I wanted another warm body to keep me company. I do not have the time or patience for potty training a dog, so I told Moose Man, "Your pick: A cat or chinchilla." He picked the free stray cat. Then we got another stray cat. For the most part, they work well together.
This morning Nubbin greeted Landlord and then Moose Man in turn. She is quite social. After the boys left, I had the coffee brewing and tried to turn on the TV for a little BBC news and see what Robert Mugabe (aka Beelzebub) was up to. I could hear the telecast, but I could see nothing. I take that back: I could see the obnoxious, blue "DVD" display. For the life of me, I could not get the damn thing to work. You need a master's to work this stupid thing. Or at least a PhD in Physical Education. Please keep in mind, at this point I have not had any caffeine and I am not a morning person. It's not yet 7 AM. Naturally, my horns are coming out and my leathery wings are starting to unfold.
Then Tux and I hear a BANG! She has been the good one this morning, amazingly, and has stayed right by me. I look at her and say, "Where is your sister? We need to find her." We head to the kitchen/general area from whence we hear the clamor. I open all the bottom cabinet doors and call her.
No Nubbin.
I am starting to get worried. Maybe she slipped into the garage with the guys and is trapped in there? Maybe she got outside? Then Tux hustles over to Landlord's door and starts scratching at it. Yep. Nubbin had somehow sneaked in The Verboten Room. Landlord is allergic to cats.
I opened the door and immediately started scolding her. She ran down to the basement like her ass was on fire.
I sit down and start to have breakfast. I am reading an article in The Economist that's almost a month old because it went to the address in Hawaii and then had to be forwarded back to the post office box here. *sigh* Then I hear a scratching.
I look up and Nubbin is in the downstairs bathroom and has opened a freakin' drawer and is trying to get in it. I had consumed half my first cup of coffee when the flames came out of my head. Again, she was a breadtruck, hauling buns down to the basement.
I finish breakfast and my article and shuffle into the living room to try to work on the *^$!@#&% TV to watch the news. I hear it, but cannot see it. I hit the "Menu" button. Nothing. I hit the "Exit" button. Nothing. Neither "Guide" nor "Info" was guiding or informational. Help just gives me the same two phrases over and over: Is the DRK on? (I have no idea what a DRK is, so I say NO.) Did that solve the problem? I hit "No" which leads me back to "Is the DRK on?" I start punching buttons at random.
And I hear more scratching.
I went into the kitchen and Nubbin is on her back, hind feet in the air and is trying to open the laundry room door. I had closed it because Tux kept getting behind the washer and dryer and that is just six kinds of no good. Also, Nubbin had been playing a mad game of floor hockey earlier with something I figured she shouldn't have been playing with.
Finally, the kitties decided it was naptime. Nubbin went to the basement to sleep on her Tower O'Boxes and Tux decided to curl up under the coffee table.
Like my friend Bud Girl says, "You got 99 problems." And 45 of them are kitties.
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