Oh, dear! Tulip was here.

When I first walked into the kitchen this morning, this is what I found:

Overnight, the rubber bands that held the door closed, snapped somehow. 

Do you think that Tulip had something to do with the open doors? My little Tulip? Of course I do.

I had to rearrange the contents because the yellow bag of kitten chow was poking out from the bottom shelf.  

Waiting for me

Enthusiastic dog owners gush about how their pet happily greets them upon their return home. Well, dogs are not the only critters who look forward to welcoming their folks home.

My office window faces the driveway. Unlike your basic canine, she never loses her dignity for a single slavering second. No, she remains poised.

When Tulip hears my car approach, she jumps up on a cedar chest to stare at me and meow. She exudes a calm confidence as I approach the house. To her, this means that the dinner dish will soon be filled. 

She's at it again

Normally when I take a shower, Tulip gets as close to me as she can. She'll poke her head between the cloth shower curtain and the vinyl one. Or else she'll patiently wait for me to come out of the shower, sitting innocently on the toilet seat. 

For some reason, she just realized the presence of the toilet paper roll. You know, PAPER!!! 

Tulip chewed through about four pieces. I guess, going forward, I'll have to relocate the active roll to the top shelf on my étagère (where the unused rolls reside). 

Or I could shut the bathroom door. The trouble with that is I could end up with a depressed or super-meowy kitty cat.

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Don't Trust the Clock

After the change from Daylight Savings Time to Standard Time, the custom is to adjust all clocks by an hour. 

Not me. 

The bedside clock is too difficult for me to remember which buttons to push. I'd do the math in my head, whichever way, to get the actual time.* Usually, this scheme works well. This season, I knew that whatever time was displayed, I would need to add an hour. It has been a workable system...until this morning.

The alarm clock read 2:00,  (I assume PM).*  I would have to leave the house by 12:30 to make it on time to Telling Our Stories. I thought, Well, I missed it.

That's what I get for snoozing. I overdid it today. 

Time to change the batteries.

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* Uh-oh; me and math are a dangerous combination

* When you assume, it makes an ASS out of U and ME.