After spending nearly an entire week away from work, boredly skimming hours of TV, knitting, reading, coughing, making homemade soup and smoothies, sniffling, doodling, medicating, and sleeping, the Jacksons are finally back to work. We also got into the game Skip-Bo, which I was really excited about, until Dan defeated me twice in games much closer than the Utah v. BYU game Saturday night. (I have to say it like that, because it's the only I can feely okay about it. Yes, I am 5, and yes, that's why Evanses don't play many games. We are not now, and will probably never be mature enough to lose gracefully.) Go Utes.
We also got to know our adolescent kitten much better, which is wonderful, because after spending almost a straight week with him, I am fully relieved to know that he is NOT a normal cat as I have feared, and full of weird cat neuroses as I had hoped. For example, Jeoffrey ONLY drinks the purest of pure waters, preferably from containers made for humans. Even when I wash his water bowl, fill it with clean water, and set it out for him, he will take a couple pitiful pitter pattering licks of it before turning up his nose and returning to his previous obsession with Dan's orange plastic State Fair Cup on his nightstand, which enrages my beloved to a point of hilarity I cannot express here. Occassionally, he can be appeased by my new morning ritual of filling a tiny mexican ceramic bowl at the bathroom sink, and letting him drink there while I "make myself up for the day".
The cat loves animals on television, and cartoons. he is obsessed with the cursor arrow on my laptop, he comes when he's called, and he absolutely ADORES fetch. He will bring you a catnip mouse and wag his tail until you throw it. If you should fail to notice that there is a catnip mouse, he will proceed to bring you the feather toy, the teddy bear, and if truly desperate every one of the scrunchies from my hair drawer until you notice, and then you WILL be expected to throw each and every one of them. He snores when he naps, and he almost always sleeps with his feet in the air, belly exposed, and delicate white paws curled. His favorite morning pastime is to crawl behind the window slats in the bathroom and watch our neighbors hens which feed on our backyard worms every morning.
What I think this means is that we will never have a need for a dog.
Ahh work, why must you pull me from my boys??