Okay folks, and yes I really did just use the word folks because it's a good word and I can. Anywho, today is one of those days. You know the kind where you wake up late and have three million five hundred and four things to do and only have time for two of them, so you get a short post. Sort of.
And to go with the day, its a random post about biting. Yup biting. And cats. And milk. And yes, they all go together. And I'm writing one more sentence that has nothing to do with anything just so I can use the word and a few more times. And, and, and. And I like it. So there.
Anywho--again, my cat is spoiled. Really spoiled. It's my fault because he's so cute and fluffy and meows when he purrs and luvs me. (When talking cats you have to spell loves wrong, it's a rule.) He also luvs milk, as in stalks us for it.
It all started when he was a baby. Read about it HERE. The problem is he's not a baby anymore and still luvs his milk and will bite our tender sit down spots to get it. Yes, you read that right, he bites our tookuses (or is that tooki?). Not hard or anything, just a nip when we're standing in the kitchen to say, "I require milk and you haven't blessed me with it even after I meowed all cute and fluffy and purry and nice. I even did it a couple of time because you are a human and therefore dimwitted. So now I bite you. Give me milk. Now."
What do I do when my rear end is so abused? Ummm, I give the white, fluffy, demon his milk. Yes, I know, it's all my fault and I'm training him, or he's already trained me, but it's habit. It's a reflex, a no brain function-open-the-fridge-door-and-pour-the-milk-on-autopilot reaction. Oh, and it's lame. Just saying.
Now that you've read all this I'm sure you're asking yourself what does this have to do with anything. Stay with me here, it's like writing. Surprise!
A lot of times we do things that are lame and even a little self defeating when we write. Like what you ask? Oh, how about hopping on the internet to find that one fabulous word in the thesaurus only to end up checking the email nineteen hundred times and browsing Amazon, and checking the news, weather, or whatever just because we really don't want to pound out those pages?
Somehow I don't think I'm the only one who does this. What's wrong with it you ask? Well folks, we're getting snipped on the behind every time we do it. Oh, it's not a bad bite, just a nip really, but when we add all the little chomps together that's one sore fanny. And a lot of milk.
So, today I vow to only check my email twice. And to crank out some pages without surfing the net. I even vow to not use the thesaurus because that just leads to a sore bum.
What do you do that bites?
Oh, and I lied. This is not a short post. Oops.
9 comments:
I'm just glad it's house cats and not lions you've got over there! I don't know about you, but biting off more than we can chew is a common occurance over here. I love the writing analogy - oh, and the 'tookuses'! Ha ha! Great post, even when you're time-challenged!
Funny, I thought the word was Bum. Until your repeated use of the word And, that is.
I would put that cat in time out for biting. And (haha), I do that to ours whenever she indulges in her annoying habit of jumping on me with grappling claws while I am in the kitchen.
Heheheh... Yes, it's the internet that pulls me in! Ergh. *mustgetbacktowork* :-)
I luved it and you because of your imaginative, clever writing skills. We've all been there and done that. So that makes it 'Normal' to treat our pets, especially cats, as the royal beings they are. And what's a little bite to the bum? Most of us--well, me mostly--can use a little trimming on our tucasses. Hmmm! Have you noticed when you start questioning the spelling of a word, it never looks right again?
Jonene,lions would be very bad. How would I ever sit down again? And wouldn't that be a lot of milk?
Cherie, he's been in timeout. Not working.
M. Christine, the internet is like a black hole, always sucking me in.
Irene, I could use some trimming, too. He he.
Congratulations, Leisha! You’ve been given The Versatile Blogger award. (Check Scribblers Cove.)
Too funny! My dog begs shamelessly for a long time and then scratches my arm and barks at me. And I give in, too... :)
But, I know what you mean about this applying to writing. I don't surf the web willy-nilly, per se. It's blog hopping that usually gets me off track (kind of like I am right now). I have to tell myself, "no more". But, I don't always listen...
Fun post, and it gave me a good laugh. Loved the analogy ... seems like there's always something that easily distracts us from our writing (she says as she sits reading a blog instead of putting words to paper).
Jonene, thanks!
Donea, we do love those little furry ones don't we. :)
CL, well at least you're wasting time at my blog. LOL. I feel so honored. :)
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