I always think of the song by the Bay City Rollers when ever I type the word Saturday… weird, eh?

**sigh**

Music is a huge part of my life, I associate things with particular songs all the time… Saturday just because it was a catchy, if annoying tune.

I’ve finished up my coffee, it is a two cuppa day. I am foggy this morning, I don’t like the feeling. And I hurt in all the “right” (read: normal) places… that is my cynicism kicking in there.

**yawn** (multiply by five or so)

Damn. I may need to go back to bed.

Bubba man is waiting for me, and the barn landlady has gone back to her life in Alaska ~ so that leaves me as the primary care taker again. It’s okay, just when I am so drained I can barely type that it is a “PHHHHBBT” :P situation.

Nearly done with the storage thing, I’ve made an amazing dent in the thing. One more huge box to sort out, and it is only half full, consists (I believe) of all the camping gear I own ~ considerable amount thereof actually. Family tent may go up in the yard to use for the summer… I love to go camping… and if I put the thing in the right place in the yard, I can see the stars all night.

Bud is going to be getting impatient, I suppose I need to rock and roll to the barn duties.

**sigh**

Can you stand a critter story this mornin?

yes?

Good…

I am a horribly displaced person… as in ~ I displace most everything I need at least once a day… Therefore, I employ various types of reminder things, from daytimers to cork boards where I pin everything on with whatever kind of sharp pointy thing is handy.

Yesterday, after a very long day of sorting, I came home to eat dinner.

I sat down in my work chair, the desk calendar open in front of me, the cork board on the left, kind of behind the chair…

Little Cat started bothering me. Normally, she says hello, and then goes on about her kitty business.

Last night though, she kept jumping up, and then down, looking back at me, talkin up a blue streak…

Naturally, I finally got up and followed her. I didn’t bother pushing my work chair back under the table, I was going back in a few…point of fact, I seldom push it in at all…

So, L.K leads me around to the other side of my work table… She jumps up in my chair, (regular TV/knitting/handwork chair) and sits.

Taking my cue, I lift her up, and we sit.

Communing for a minute, I scratch her ears, chin, brush her back…she has had enough, and jumps down.

Me? I’m confused. I sit, wondering…

Little Kitty goes across the room, and sits ~ she is a delicate cat, very lady like and proper looking.

She hunkers down…

**butt wiggle**

**eyes dialate**

**more butt wiggle**

**front paw lift**

Me? Still confused. I see NOTHING to attack, and am beginning to worry about my slipperless feet…

**butt wiggle**

**LAUNCH!!!!**

That nutsy cat goes tearing across the bedroom at maximum warp cat speed… goes UP the work chair, and launches her scrawny ass off the back of the chair… AT THE WALL.

ME??? Holding my breath, I’m waiting for a huge crash.

**WINCE, SHUDDER**

And the cat lands, all 20 claws neatly grabbing…

THE CORK BOARD.

**SCHTIG**

Dead stop, dead center of the board.

Hanging there, she tips her head straight back and says,

“Merouf?” (read; “you like my trick mom?)

I am beginning to think that I am in a LOT of trouble…

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