Herding Cats

While Cortlan is the cat whisperer, I am the cat herder. I herd many forms of cats. The first group of cats are my actual cats. I must defend the goat milk from their wanting paws. Lately I've had to chase them away from the actual milking process, not to mention the kicking motion that is now automatic when I open the back door.  By the way, the kitten named "price-check" was in my car engine when I drove away on Tuesday. I heard a small thump and saw him run away from my accelerating car. I have no idea how he survived, but I did not have to tell my kids to go look for another body. Yay.

The second group is my bloggers on New Patriot Journal. I'm organizing them into a cohesive writing force, but getting everyone situated is interesting. Most of them are agreeable, some intimidate me. I hope I don't have to resort to that automatic kicking motion. On the shiny side, my business cards got here today.

The third group are my kids, or as I call them "Meerkats". They give my house its name and play the part of the naughty kids. Rowan has grown fond of incapacitation lately and wants me to carry him everywhere. "Mama, my legs don't work. You walk for me." Or "My legs are broken, carry me." Funny how he can jump from couch to couch but can't walk to the bathroom. As least he notices when I have makeup on.

The fourth and last group is a temporary gig. We are doing Thanksgiving at my house this year and the day after we are leaving for my Grandma's wedding in Idaho. When my family gets together it's like herding cats. I shall have to write about our family reunion this year that flamed out like a sack of poop. We dubbed it "Camp 2012: It's a disaster!". To understand that, you will need to watch a movie trailer for 2012 and then check out this parody.

I am the crazy cat lady.