Stoup-ID

That's it. I'm not letting Nathan watch Rachael Ray anymore. The Food Networks our compromise on days I can't kick him outside because it's raining or whatever and I can't stand a single more minute of Sponge Bob. He's starting to pick up Rachael Ray's lingo..like stoup. It's too thick to be a soup and too thin to be a stew..so she named it stoup, get it?! (read that in the perkiest way you possibly can). So to answer his question..No, we are not having stoup for dinner, we're having plain old soup, chicken tortilla, to be exact and I never want to hear him say that again.  I think he just does that to irritate me. Like when I wrote olive oil on my shopping list and he wrote EVOO, right in front of it.

So, these stupid cats are getting on my nerves. Cleo, DeWitte's cat, decided that she doesn't like Meow Mix any more and absolutely refuses to eat it, apparently she'd rather starve. I was making lunch and she was meowing and meowing like she's hasn't eaten in a week. I looked at the cat bowl and it was full. What am I supposed to do..buy special food just for her? I won't even make a kid a special meal and I'm supposed to do it for a cat? I bought the food.

Nathan's cat, Gertude, keeps getting into the attic and dragging insulation down with her. You wake up in the morning and walk down the stairs and trip over pieces of insulation as big as a stuffed animal. Downstairs, you'll find small pieces strewn about the living room like a small insulation bomb went off.  What..she couldn't find any asbestos to play with? Normally when Nathan's cat makes a mess, I make Nathan clean it up but I can't very well make him pick up fiberglass insulation. Child services frowns on things like that. I've got to figure out a way to keep her out of the attic.

For someone with no cat of my own, I sure do have to do a lot of cat stuff.