Meowy Catsmas

The damn cats have been here for exactly a year. Oh, joy! And tomorrow is also the 1st anniversary of the release of my first kidney stones. Thank God that’s over.

My little Grinch didn’t want to put up a tree this year. She was concerned for her cats. I was concerned for the glass ornaments.

We managed to get our 5 foot, fake, pre-lit tree out of the box today. I usually set it on top of a small skirted table. An accident waiting to happen, right? My brilliant idea was to screw the base of the tree to the cheap table. That was a small project. (Never the right tool when you need it.)

Later, as we worked in the other room, the meowing turned to crying. “Go check on the cats, please,” I said. Moments later, she screams from the living room, “Dad. You have to see this!” The tree looked like a blind man trimmed it with a chainsaw. One cat was on the skirted table, at the base of the tree looking up at his brother. Oh, brother. The other one was tangled in the wires, hanging upside down from his haunches.

It took the two of us, one at each end, to push him backwards past the wire to freedom. He wasn’t grateful. He was still trying to hang on.

The tree stands sturdy, all lit, gathering gifts in its entire naked splendor. (Ornaments would be too risky this year.) A full, plastic, quart-size squirt bottle stands nearby to defend the tree from would be feline climbers.

Damn Cats and Meowy Catsmas.

ciao, Pete

Efficiency Expert







At It Again

This is not worthy of 100 words, but the damn cats were at it again.

I bought 2 bottles of red wine for a pair of holiday parties I was attending Saturday. Upon returning home, Friday, I noticed only one on the high counter where I had left them previously. Where was the other bottle?

Damn Cats!

I didn’t expect they had carried it off. Therefore, I naturally looked down to the floor. There it was, on the hardwood floor . . . unbroken.

Damn Cats!

I’ll post it anyway. See, only 97 words.

ciao, Pete

They Ate My Nuts!


This is the second in a series, which I’m sure will be epic, about my daughter’s damn cats. Actually there was one, up to this point, unrecorded incident which spurred the outcry, “DAMN CATS!” It was a small incident where they broke a favorite flower vase. But that was what started it all.

Snacking on peanuts and other tree nuts is one of my favorite things. I always check the label and get the lowest sodium ones. Often I buy a variety of nuts: almonds, hazelnuts, cashews, etc. and mix them myself.

Lately, I mixed a small batch of honey roasted peanuts and roasted hazelnuts. I munched a few handfuls after dinner and left the bowl on the kitchen counter. I left about a cup and a half in the bowl that night.

Next morning, the bowl of nuts was empty. I swear it was half full when I went to bed. I asked my daughter if the cats were in her room all night, as usual. She said, “Yes.” What the heck? I noticed three hazel nuts on the kitchen floor. What the heck? Am I NUTS?

I double checked. “Were the cats in your room all night?” “Yes”, she came back. “But, I did let them out early this morning.”


ciao, Pete

Can I Stop Now?

Can I stop writing NOW?

This is my 20th post during the month, and my 3rd one TONIGHT. I had some catching up to do. (I do like the scoreboard.)

Well, I have to thank, once again, the lovely, talent and omniscient hostess, Deborah Drake. I’m thinking about blogging more than I ever, ever have. I think a seed of a good habit and practice has been planted. I will need even more encouragement, to nurture, water and fertilize this belligerent seedling. I can’t wait until the end of this paragraph, where I will close a very creative chapter of my life.

Thank you, Weather Girl.

ciao, Pete


Gasping for Air

Day three of my challenge is getting my blessed phone and PC to work. Not a laughing matter any longer. NO MS Office, which means no Outlook, Word, Excel, etc. The contact list in my phone now shows 12 people, down from 1200.

What the heck!

I’m gasping for air. I need tools to work. Right now I am empty handed.

It makes no sense to ask, “Why are we so dependent on technology?” It’s a drug, an addiction, a convenience but is it a necessity? The best technical tools provide data storage, information, entertainment, productivity tools, platforms for artistic expression. But are these tools absolutely essential?

I’m frustrated. I going now.

ciao, Pete


What the Heck to Write

Here it is, day two and I am wondering if I made the right decision. Can I do this for 29 more days?

I’m distracted because I am in techno-Hades. I’m screaming at my phone because it drops calls. The contact list does not sync with my PC. (Mac users chuckle here.) My Microsoft Office 2010 blew up. I can’t reinstall it or uninstall it. I’m stuck without Outlook, Word and Excel.

Now what?

So I am writing this on the website. No cut and paste today. I’ll figure this out but I’m burning up productive hours messing with technology. Where is Mercury, by the way.

I hope that was one hundred words. I don’t have the word counter in Word.

ciao, Pete