Among today’s features was 51% humidity, which means (this is for you Arizona folks), that you cannot stand on your front stoop for more than thirty seconds without being drenched in sweat. If you’re like me, your hair will also poof out immediately, allowing you to do a fair impression of Helena Bonham Carter’s Bellatrix Lestrange.
Despite the less-than-desireable weather conditions, I’ve spent much of the day outside: I took Cherry and Ponyboy on a park tour today. They’ve discovered the joys of the underdog, so of course they each needed several before I could collapse on my own swing for a rest.
Then there was cat sitting to be done. I’m currently taking care of four different cats at two different houses, so this evening I had an interesting time biking back and forth between the two, making sure all felines were fed and watered, and pausing for a few glorious moments at each house to enjoy the air conditioning.
Now home, I’ve planted myself in front of my fan, and plan to take care of business until 9 or so, at which time I will drop all work and watch this:
This afternoon, through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly, my young charge asked me how I got ‘fur’ stuck to my arm. Looking down in shock, I didn’t see anything. Then I realized he was talking about my arm hair. I explained to him that everyone has arm hair, but he called me a werewolf for the next half hour.
I’ve never been made to feel so self-conscious by a three-year-old before.
In other news, one of my cat charges went rogue today and bolted out the door as soon as I opened it. She is not an outdoor cat, so I was properly horrified and desperate to catch her. She evaded me for an hour, mewing triumphantly and gnawing on grass. Even a half-opened can of food couldn’t entice her to return to the comfort of central air conditioning.
Finally, head in hands, I sat down with a book to wait, thinking she would come in once she had had a decent romp. Sure enough, she appeared at the sliding door, and slipped in when I opened it.
She then proceeded to barf up two leaves before retiring to the living room floor, where she glared at me, as if the whole ordeal had been my fault.
Because I am now cat sitting for two different people, at two different houses, for five different cats, I thought I should post something that reflects my slow descent into the world of cat ownership.