kids

this happens to pretty much everyone at some point in their life. the parents, or the mother at least, say that they can't wait for you to have kids, because they'll turn out just like you, and then you'll know what you put -your- parents through as a kid. my own parental unit has said this to me once or twice. i don't plan on having kids, even after i'm married. but the cats are turning out to be children enough.

when i was very young, i stole the cheese grater out of the kitchen cabinet. now, i don't remember doing this, and i obviously don't know why i would have done this. but the story goes that i took the cheese grater, and hid it in my room between the bed and the wall. my parents, unable to find the cheese grater, eventually bought a new one. when they used it in my presence, i said i had one just like it, and retrieved the swiped grater from my room.

that's the set up.

this morning, i planned to wear one of my shorter skirts to church, since the weather is nice enough for my legs not to get cold. however, to wear that skirt, i needed to shave. no problem, except that my razor had disappeared from the shower. now i often get up in the mornings to find the cats have knocked the razor from the edge of the tub, but the razor has always been in the general area of the bathroom. not this morning. it was nowhere to be found.

i broke out a new razor and went to church, putting the razor in a drawer to prevent it from joining its missing cousin. however, i can't just leave a razor somewhere in the aptartment. someone might get hurt, and it's bad practice to have hygene tools tucked into odd corners. so once i'd changed clothes, i spent some time scouring the apartment for the razor. no luck. the dang thing had vanished without a trace.

i remembered the story my parental unit tells me from time to time, and got the new razor out. i called the cats. i waved the razor in front of them, and set it on the edge of the tub, then stood back and watched. charlotte, the little minx, grabbed the razor like a new toy and carted it across the hall to the office, where proceeded to drop it and bat it around. shortly after she began, the razor ended up under a bookshelf far enough back so she couldn't reach it. and what do you suppose i found when i looked under the bookcase to get the razor? m-hm. two razors. and a plastic jack. and a jingle ball.

i swear. i can't leave anything lying around without it becoming a cat toy.

ah well. happy birthday tw, if you're reading. and happy tax day to everyone else.

love and peace

*no, i don't make it a habit to encourage play with sharp objects, and no, i wouldn't hand a pair of scissors to a kid and tell him to run laps. i'll be keeping my razors in the drawer from now on, just to keep little paws and noses nick-free.