And then, there’s Riley~

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He's called the crabby old man cat for a reason.  According to the vet Riley is around 17 years old.  Pretty old for a kitty.  He is the only boy out of 4 cats, yet he has a stuffed lamb as a girlfriend.  Don't ask.
 
He's never been one for cuddling, or much of a lap cat.  He has always been more of the stereotypical ‘aloof’ cat, content to ignore the humans in the room unless they can be useful to him.
 

Now, as he's gotten older, he has become my shadow.  When I am sitting, he is sitting next to me, sometimes on me which is unheard of with him.  Used to be he would nip when he decided he was done being petted, now he will sit and purr and keep asking for more with his eyes - forever.


Makes me crazy that this crabby old man shed-machine is on me, all. the. time.  But on the other hand .. how soon will I be wishing he was still here to 'bother' me some more?  So I pet him and baby him and let him sit on me, and laugh when he sits on the back of the couch and head butts my head. 



I mean really, crabby old man cats don't last forever, y'know?


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Okay so I’m crabby.

I’m not too incredibly crabby. Just a bit cranky. I thought – I’ll get into the kitchen and get my lunch ready for tomorrow early. After that I’ll get my tea ready, my meds ready for morning and I’ll be able to enjoy a few hours without thinking about what I have to do next.

I made my container of roughage err salad, I had chopped up all the lettuce last night, made sure I mixed in the carrots and everything. I cut up a new cucumber, boiled a few eggs and crumbled them. I had all the ingredients so I made it with no trouble.

My tea on the other hand, was another story. I make 2 travel mugs, one is lemon tea and the other is Tetley. I drink the lemon at home while getting ready for work and the Tetley I drink at my desk when I get to work. I had NO EQUAL. Use real sugar? I DO! The Equal is to stop me from using 7 teaspoons per mug. I like it sweet, okay?

Yeah, and then I have no apples. I wanted an apple in my lunch! So while I do enjoy my whining time I decided to do something about it instead.

“ANDY!!!!!”

Yes, I yelled for my son who is now getting me some Equal, a gallon of skim milk, and a bag o’ apples. Yay me!

My meds are ready, set in their cup with care and in a little while with goodies – my son will appear!

Okay, enough of that crap. I might not be so crabby once I have my makeup off, moisturizer on, and my head snuggled deep in the pillows.

Listening to my forensic shows as I drift off. Sounds soothing, doesn’t it? I think so!