Chihuahua

An Extinction Level Event or ELE for short is a CATastrophic event that wipes out mankind and its inhabitants.

This is ELE.

Cute? Well of course she is cute, she is a kitty and they are usually quite cute, but do not underestimate the ability of this kitty cat to wipe out nations of people. She has begun her quest by trying to remove our hands and on occasion, our feet while sleeping. She seems to take great pleasure in the nightly toe-biting assaults. It is really a good thing that I am not a midnight snacker because the way she quietly hunts her prey, I would half expect her to be lurking somewhere on the ceiling like the creature in The Grudge.

If you have ever experienced goosebumps upon awakening in the middle of the night with that eerie feeling that someone is watching you…well then, imagine waking to this little bundle of fur two inches from your face looking at you like she is going to munch on your soul.

My poor chihuahua Zack has suffered greatly at the paws of Miss ELE. It was just the other day that ELE grabbed Zack’s favorite squeaky toy right in front of him and put it inside a box and then ran. The poor guy just stood there barking at the box in horror until he figured out how to tip the box over and rescue his beloved toy.

Since we acquired ELE, Zack looks like he belongs in an ASPCA commercial with Sarah Mclachlan playing in the background. Although, every now and again I see them playing together when

they think I am not looking. Yes, this is my life. Kindergarten cop to four-legged furries. Since Miss ELE and friends are a big part of my life, I thought I would share their personalities with you since I so often mention my pint-sized family members. When working towards goals in life, I have always said it is important to have support and sometimes that support comes from unexpected places such as something that hocks up fur balls.

Cheers!

~Beth

A Friday night celebration turned into an entire Saturday on the couch in my jammies with the assumption that I was going to need to make out a will of some sort. My cat even paraded around me like a vulture sensing death and every now again walked up, smacked me and ran. I continued on through the weekend testing my body’s limits by ingesting a variety of gluten-containing foods. The intent was to soak up the ~~I lost count of how many~~ couple of drinks that I had with the standard, eggs, toast and bacon breakfast while going over my last will and testament to my chihuahua. After spending hours on the couch watching the cat destroy puzzle pieces, bite my hand and tease the dog, my chihuahua and I decided the cat gets nothing. The decision came easy for both of us.

I got out of bed Sunday and took a look in the mirror. Darn. I looked like I was retaining the Puget Sound. Gluten makes me swell up like Varucia Salt in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I am also allergic to my 10 month old cat and I sleep with an air purifier in my room. It really didn’t help much to wake up in the middle of the night to find my cat’s paws covering my face, clearly she didn’t take the whole last will and testament thing as a joke and since I made it through Saturday she was clearly set on helping me cross over. Between ingesting gluten and cat fur, I am now a life-sized Weeble.

The thing I love about Monday’s…a fresh start!

🙂

~Beth