Thursday, January 19, 2006

Cat Scratch Fever

This is just a little picture of me and my interesting night last night.



I had a good night at work, spent some time at my grandparents, and then joined some girls from work for shakes, fries, and great conversation. I got home and couldn't sleep. Nothing new. I tried to lay quietly, but it didn't work. So after tossing and turning in bed, I got up around 3 AM and decided to blog. I wrote my silly little post, and then thought I would head to bed. At this point, Mia was sleeping in the computer room, and I thought Maggie was still in bed with Corey. I scooped Mia up, and we turned out the lights to head for bed. On the way there, we saw Maggie sitting in the hallway. Naughty Maggie gets confused, and if people are up in the middle of the night, she thinks it's daytime. I thought it would be best to take her to back to bed too before she started sprinting around like a banshee. When I scooped Maggie up, she meowed, which startled Mia, who then started struggling. I got them under control and headed for the bedroom. SMACK. MEOOOOW. RRRRRRRAAAAR. SCRATCH. OOOOW. (That was me running into the closed door, Maggie meowing, Mia yelling, then both scratching my lower neck/upper chest, and me saying ow.) Now Corey was awake, Maggie had to run and hide, Mia was mad, and I was sore. Shortly after, Corey and Mia went right back to sleep, Maggie played run around the house really fast, and I tossed and turned until 4 or 5. And now I have cat scratch fever.

8 Comments:

At 7:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Get that titty tat some benedryl stat before she turns into a Teddy Nuggent!

 
At 7:34 PM, Blogger tanyawells said...

"LOOK WHAT I CAN DO" (said in a high pitch voice like Stewart from Mad TV.)

 
At 5:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cat....Man......Dew...........


Yeah, You!!!!!!!!

 
At 1:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

that dream sounds very realistic.

 
At 3:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think that in a politically correct world you should not use the phrase running around like a banshee. My forefathers are banshee.

We prefer running around like a drunken in-jin on the reservation that has no running water but does have tax free smokes and liquor to stock up the casino that chief drinksemsilly runs and keeps all the money from!

 
At 3:45 PM, Blogger NPE said...

Nice story. I think that the cats and Corey are conspiring to get you out of the house.

 
At 6:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ooooh, I like your new picture. It looks fancy.

 
At 8:07 PM, Blogger tanyawells said...

New pinture...thanks Nate

 

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