I try to get creative to save my energy. It's driving The HairyButt Gang nutz! To do laundry, I shove the basket of dirty clothing ahead of me with the walker leg all the way to the laundry room. They think I'm chasing a horrible creature and bark at this 'basket thing' that smells like mom and has invaded our home. To carry the empty basket back to the bedroom, I put it over my head. Ohmigosh! The 'basket thing' is trying to eat mom from the head down! Bark! Bark! Bark!
I needed to re-stock the bathroom tissue in the master bathroom, so I went to the linen closet for more rolls. I could only fit two rolls in the carrier I made for my walker. So I stuck one roll into my athletic bra and two more rolls down my pajama pants to save making several trips. Now mom is horribly disfigured- bark at this horrible disease that attacked mom while her head was inside the closet!
I lay in bed with my feet up on a big, fat pillow and read cuz I'm having troubles with swollen ankles. I move my feet around under the covers to try get that retained water moving. The HairyButts are convinced that there's some kind of tall, wiggly monster under the blankets and sometimes they find it necessary to attack and destroy rather than just growl at it. It's gotta be the 'basket monster' that sneaked into 'our' bed and is eating mom from the feet up this time, right? Bark! Attack! Bark!
Since the front porch is where I feed my kitty and there's two steps I cannot go outside to get her bowl, fill it and return it to her- the way I've served her meals for about ten years now. So I stand in the open doorway and pour the food into her dish from waist height. Buttercup keeps looking at the sky wondering how come it's started raining kitty kibble. She looks at the sky with hope in her eyes many times a day- maybe it will start raining kibble again??? The bluejays have found her dry cat food there on the porch and chase her away so they can steal her food. We put a motion activated frog yard ornament next to her feed bowl hoping the croaking noise would frighten the bluejays away. Buttercup is quite disgusted to be serenaded by the frog while she's trying to eat her meal.
When the ferocious wheelchair is on the prowl, it appears to be carrying mom off against her will- running a crookedy path thru the house with mom grumbling and complaining every inch of the way and running over canine feet and tails every chance it gets (and getting stuck every few feet requiring some backing and and forthing and cussing). Where is it taking her? Will she ever be back??? Bark. Bark. Bark.
There has never been too many dull moments living with my HairyButt Gang, but they are getting fewer and further between. Give me strength..... LOL
Leslie & The Furbabies in MO.