So tonight I was winding down. Had a bowl of Kashi and raisins and a stack of catalogs to flip through. Ellie was lurking around, being obvious about being attention starved, so I grabbed him and walked back to the bedroom.
I set my bowl of cereal on the bed with the catalogs and stood there with Elliot to make sure Mama was accepting him. She walked by him earlier in the living room twice without so much as looking at him, so I figured it was okay.
Then I set Elliot down. Then Mamacat tore out of her little nest after Elliot. Up on the bed, where she knocked the cereal over, then onto the filing cabinet, where she knocked the Fresh Step over. She made a few more stops, I'm sure, but it all happened so quickly...
Ellie made an escape. I was left with a spilled bowl of cereal, a wet bed, wet (just clean) sheets, a wet blanket...
I'm very tired. And my room smels like a mixture of cat litter and Fresh Step. I'm a little frustrated with this room tonight. It's tiny and I feel like I'm always stepping around things, knocking things over.. It's annoying. And Mamacat acting a tornado like tonight is not helping. But, eh, I'll figure something out. Organize things better. Or throw it them away. Maybe glue hooks onto everything, including the cats. Heh.
Mamacat must've sensed my frustration as she is now sleeping soundly beside me in bed, where I am laying on a towel and mismatched sheets. She's a suck-up. But a cute suck-up. :)
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"
