My mom is a silly and happy lady who smiles a lot and makes up funny song from the top of her head. She had a song to sing to each cat in the house. This was cool when I was younger but not as a teenager. It was quite embarrassing and I said I never want to be like that. As an example when I was 16 and doing groceries it started to snow and my mom stuck out her tounge out to catch snowflake which made me blush and be extremely embarrassed. Then a school bus full of high schoolers drove by as my mom had her tounge out. Oh the embarrassment! I could have just die! I turned around so no one could see who I was, and hoped a hole would open up beneath my feet and take me away. So to make a long story short, I did turn out like my mom. In the mornings when I go for coffee one of my cats follows me into the kitchen and while I’m putting the kettle on I’m singing to Peter (my orange and white, 3 y.o. and M) with his nickname being “Silly Butt”. So I’m starting to sing “Silly butt, silly butt, silly butt butt butt” to the theme of the Lone Ranger song. So I stop string my coffee and just bow my head and chuckle out loud. Well I could be a grumpy old goat but I think singing silly made up songs makes me smile and feel happy. I’m sure it confuses my neighbour who will sometimes hear me yell at the cats (Rosie is my other one, Black and white, 7 y.o. F) “Okay, who has the stinky butt?” I should make them clean their own litter box. Peew. I swear something must have crawled up their butt and died.
Coffee and Cats 