need machine

As if I needed another reason to occasionally want to strangle my mother.

Mom pulled that thing moms do when they want you to do something… That sweet tone, the batting of the eye lashes, the pouty lips…. “Honey – would you watch my baby while I’m gone this weekend? – Pleaaaaaase?”

This weekend is the Sausage Festival at the Stone Hill Winery out in a small Germanicly settled town a couple of hours outside of St. Louis. Mom is one of the judges.

So….. I though: “We’re not doing much this weekend – another little beastie running around the house won’t be a problem.”

I couldn’t be any more incorrect.

Behold… “Cody” – a spastic, restless little ball of kinetic need and my mother’s mid-life crisis child all wrapped up into the body of a Min-Pin.

The cats were indifferent to him when he’s visited before, but as soon as the cats figured out he was staying – things changed.

One cat just sits on top of things and hisses… The other cat has taken to randomly intimidating the dog and visa versa.

When he’s not making a ruckus with the cats, he stands by the door and whines.

Take him out… He doesn’t go to the bathroom

Let him back in.. and he shits on my floor.

I just got a call from mom – she’s coming back a day early. I asked her to come straight here and pick up her…. “pet”.

I haven’t been able to nap and my evening was spent sleeping with one ear open.

My nerves are shot from constantly watching to make sure one of the cats didn’t perform a vivisection on our house guest.

I can barely focus between yaps to compose this entry that I’m trying to make for a blog I don’t have.