They’ve all lost at least one life

Part V

I pulled into the driveway and couldn’t believe my eyes.

Poor Betty was dead by the bottom step of the porch and the other dogs had taken her bedding apart and strung the filling all over the yard. Luckily, my ex-husband offered to bury Betty and I didn’t protest. It would take me a few days to clean up the mess outside, not including what had happened inside.

I could see straight through my house from the outside windows. By this, I mean that when I opened the front door, my living room curtains were lying on the floor along with the curtain rods. My six cats looked guilty, almost like they’d had an early New Year’s party and this was what was left of their celebration.

I gave them the stink eye as I surveyed the damage, I could tell the curtain rods were unsalvageable. It appeared as if the cats had climbed the curtains and knocked both the curtains and rods down, bending the rods in the process.

One of the cats had thrown up all over my bed and there was another pile in the hallway leading to the bathroom. Perhaps this was another indication that their party had “gone wild/bad.” I know cats have nine lives but these cats were down to eight lives now, maybe less. I threatened to move all of them outside and to suspend their inside privileges. But like any good cat owner, I cleaned up their mess and stripped the bed and welcomed them back in, just like a loving mother would. I know, it’s my own fault but I do love them.

After Betty’s short funeral procession and catching up on the laundry I did make it home with, Sydney let me know that my CPAP would be there in a few days with some of my clothes, and the rest would be mailed later. Turns out the 48 hour mailing was behind, too, and it took five days for my CPAP to arrive.

After finding out I was getting a new grandson, Sydney informed me following her baby shower in March she wants me to drive back with her to Chicago so I can help her unload and get the baby’s nursery ready. I’m contemplating not even taking any luggage because the other half of mine is still there but I may need a second CPAP machine.

This little bundle of joy doesn’t know it yet but he is going to be born into sheer craziness. Not because of this world and how it is, but because his grandmother is already as crazy as a loon.