Beatific Roo

Dear Kittens,

First I want to tell you about Roo. Then I will tell you about my day.

I usually sit in one particular chair in the living room because it is facing away from the window. I love looking out the window, but the glare is sometimes very intense, so I choose to sit facing the still not finished built in. To my right is a small table I mean to silver leaf and just past the table to a tall stereo speaker. The truth is, these speakers are entirely wrong for this space. They are too big and because of how the room is set up, you cannot properly enjoy them. These are Andy's dream speakers and while I love them too, they really do sound amazing when set up properly, we need different ones for this space. RIght now the speakers are most often used as cat beds. Roo is the biggest fan of sleeping on the speakers. Most of the time he is curled up cutely snoozing away, but sometimes I will glance over and he will be sitting up, with his front legs arranged in an elegant manner. And he will be staring at me with a look that can only be described as beatific. I like to pretend that in those times Roo is telling me, in his kitty way, that he loves me despite my faults. I am not the best human companion to him because I am too grabby. Roo needs his person to be cool, to not try so hard, to not be so desperate. I feel badly that in the almost 18 years of our relationship, I still cannot stop being grabby. I see Old Roo, impossibly thin, looking so adorable in some sleeping position and I cannot help myself. At the very least I say something, but more often  than not I touch him. Roo is not into being touched, unless it's by Andy and in a specific, previously agreed upon, manner. Roo's only real sign of age is his thinness. Otherwise, he looks like he's always looked. Stripey and gorgeous with velvety fur and a salmon colored nose out lined in black.

Today started with a screaming cat wake up at 5:35 am. Seamus and Petey tangled with that asshole cat again. I sorta hoped that maybe he was gone because I hadn't seen him in several days. Of course that was ridiculous. I finally called the people who trap troublesome animals. The guy told me he would be here in an hour. Excellent. I promptly forgot all about that and went to run some errands and get some lunch with Andy. When I remember about the trapper guy, it's almost an hour after he came by. Thankfully, he was very forgiving and hopefully we can hook up tomorrow. That cat needs to go bye bye.

At some point Andy and I went to go see Iron Man. We both enjoyed it. Then we came home and I made an awesome chicken salad to take for lunch tomorrow when I go to my mom's classroom.

I poached half of a chicken breast, shredded it and then cut the shredded chicken in half so none of the pieces are too big.

I added half a cup of halved grapes (I used muscat, but any seedless variety will be good, I think)

half a cup of finely chopped celery hearts, including leaves

3 artichoke hearts chopped (I used canned, packed in water)

a handful of candied pecans broken (walnuts would be good, too)

1 generous tablespoon of seedy dijon mustard

2 generous tablespoons of mayonnaise

And 2 teaspoons of white wine vinegar (this totally makes the salad)

Mix everything together gently and then serve in lettuce cups or on delicious bread.

And now I go to the bed to sleeps.

Love,
Catie 

Comments

[bluesleepy]

Roo looks like one of those cats the Egyptians worshipped, so elegant and beatific. Storm will sit like this, only he'll curl his tail back around himself like he's trying to keep his toesies warm.

[Tracy27]

Mmm, your chicken salad sounds great and I think it will be my future dinner.

Here's hoping your catcher guy gets that interloping bully who's been beating up on the boys.

[Andrea]

Roo looks gorgeous there and your little story about him makes me a bit teary.

[Sue]

That picture looks like he's posing for a painting. Too cute!