Marvin came back from his trip today, and took his cats back.
Several minutes before he got here, Tallulah jumped up and started looking for him. How do dogs know things? Also, how big of a kitten whisperer is Talu? She seems like she'd eat a kitten in one snap, but kittens all seem to know better.
Finally, swinging bachelor Marv arrived and Talu was a gracious Southern hostess. Yes, I DID get a new rug in the dining room, and you know what's smart? A white background on your rug that is in the thoroughfare between the muddy back yard and the rest of the house. Alllllways thinking. That's me.
Just when everybody was finally getting along, it was time for the fun to be over. Note Henry is up by Anderson's special canned kitten food. I'll bet that orange beast gained five pounds while he was here. Not to mention the mouse carcass calories.
Yes, I DO wonder why I have pots and pans. We got those as a wedding gift 13 years ago. Note how shiny they still are.
To thank me for watching his cats, Marv offered to feed me, and naturally I was not one to turn down such an offer. "You wanna go to the Home?" he asked. There is this awful dive-y restaurant near my house, and it has been open since 1965, and the food is terrible. We used to love going there. It was always full of sad old couples and we figured we'd be one of those one day.
Instead we got to be a not-so-sad-not-so-couple going to the Home. Oh, and it's not even called the Home. It's like Our Place or Your Place or Your House. I forget.
There's a weird door/window thing in the back, which we figure used to be for black people. Here in the South, they used to make black people get food at the back door. The South. A place where the lovely flowers in springtime try to make up for a lot of heinous offensive crap in its past.
Here is Marvin. Did you ever think you'd see him on this blog again? For some weird reason, he is still READING my blog, which strikes me as bizarre. "But doesn't some of the stuff I write now make you…feel bad?" I asked. "Sometimes," said Marvin. "But we've both moved on."
"Okay, shut up! Shut up shuttin' up about how you've moved on!"
I really do not want to hear his sordid details. Which is why I can't believe he wants to read mine. I mean, it's just ooky. Please, for the love of God, move on, but don't LET ME HEAR about it. Ugh!
After our delightful dinner at the Home, we had to go to the grocery store because Marvin was out of his staple items: MSG-filled frozen waffles, fruit juice because he's 12, cat litter because he stole my cats.
When we got outside, the terrible rainstorm had just begun to clear up. There was a beautiful rainbow going all the way across the sky. "Oooo! Take a picture of me with the rainbow for my blog!" I commanded.
Of course, with the passage of time, Marvin had forgotten how to take pictures with my iPhone and so here I am, barely clinging to civility, that light, light almost invisible rainbow giving up on us in the background. The Steak-n-Shake looks good, though.
Apparently, Marvin had as much fun with me as it was possible to have, so we came back to my house and got his cats in their carrier, which by the way was relaxing and easy and enjoyable. That I am not writing to you with stumps is something of a miracle.
Roger was sad to see Henry and his new hero in life, Winston, go. Now he has to go back to being alpha cat and it kind of sucks.
I did not go to see fireworks because it is kind of raining. But I had enough fireworks this weekend with all the cat/dog jostling for power. It is good to have my peaceful home back in order again.
Not to mention leftovers from the Home.
P.S. I just looked at last year's 4th of July post, and when you see the look I am giving Marvin at the Stop sign, you too will wonder how this marriage failed. Also, Marvin and the red font. Dying. Is it sad I heart myself so bad?