Thumper
07-06-2014, 10:44 AM
... but, as they say, it is what it is.
You may remember a couple weeks ago, we went to a friend's house for dinner and while we were there, the gardener found a kitten trapped in a storm drain. After the rescue, we took him in and for some silly reason he immediately bonded with ME! Why? Lynn is the cat person. Needless to say, we ended up "adopting" the little guy (temporarily). He and I formed an instant bond for some silly reason and that little kitten never left my side. We took him home, took him in for a medical check-up, had him neutered and he got all his shots ... then we started looking for a new home for him. During the search, he stayed home with me and the bond deepened. He practically LIVED on my shoulders. He'd lay across my shoulders as I worked on my computer and stayed there as I walked around the house. Of course there was always "play time" ... but my shoulders seemed to be his favorite hang-out. Man-o-man was he a lovable little guy. We found a home immediately and he was adopted out within a few days. I have to admit I kinda miss his company and his antics. Here he is in his usual resting spot and again "helping" me with my game of solitaire.
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Fast forward to this weekend. Here we are at the beach for a "romantic" get-away ... but all our plans kinda flew out the window and we've hardly left the room all weekend. Why you ask? Because we've been "baby sitting". We had reservations at the Hyatt Regency in Bonita Springs for the weekend (a 2 1/2 - 3 hr. drive) and on the way here Friday, we stopped at a roadside BBQ place that looked interesting. As SOON as we stepped out of the car, we heard a faint "meow". We looked around, a little kitten ran out from the woodpile and came straight to us. We ask around and found somebody had dumped him off in the parking lot about an hour before we got there. Ok, we sit out front at a picnic table and the bonding began ... with ME again! That little kitten would not get more than a foot away from me. Do I have "SUCKER" written on my forehead or sumpin'?
Ok, Lynn goes inside to get a bowl and we gave him some water. You'd think he'd had nothing to drink in days! Of course we notice he's nothing but skin and bones, so I leave him there with Lynn, head down the highway to the next little town and pick up some Kitten Chow, then head back to the BBQ joint. So, we feed him and the whole time there, Lynn is trying to find someone who will take him in. No luck. You guessed it ... we have lunch and the THREE of us hit the road. He curls up in my lap and goes to sleep. We stop at the first Wally World we see and Lynn goes in to get some cat litter and a plastic tray, then we get back on the road.
Now we arrive at the hotel ... how are we going to handle this? I drop Lynn off at the front door and haul ass to hide in the parking lot. She checks in, scopes the place out and gives me a call to pick her up. Each time, we have to dodge the porters at the front door who insist on "helping" us by opening car doors, asking to help with our luggage, etc. ... all the while I'm trying to hide this cat! Then Lynn gives me the bad news ... there's no way to get to our room without going right through the lobby. To make matters worse, the porters are like vultures waiting to grab all our belongings to take us to our room. Ok, it's time for a bit of stealth. I go to the parking garage and Lynn walks through the hotel to open the door to the pool from the inside. I grab the kitten, wrap him up in a towel and smuggle him to the room. We lock the kitten in the bathroom and go back to get our luggage.
We get settled in and have to watch the little guy like a hawk. He eats like a horse and drinks a gallon of water ... we figure what goes in, must come out ... eventually. Damn! After just a few minutes he heads straight for the litter box and does his thing! That was easy! By now it's dinner time and we decide it's a bit early to leave him in the room by himself (we didn't want to get busted and thrown out on our first night!). Lynn goes down to one of the restaurants (there are 3-4 in the hotel) , grabs me a nice porter house steak with all the trimmings ... and we eat in the room!
That night, the "baby" sleeps on my chest or my pillow next to my face ... never more than 2" away from me. (Lynn says he has "abandonment issues") ;)
Saturday comes and he's been a pleasure and a ton of entertainment. We get more comfortable with leaving him in the room for short amounts of time, so we hop on the internet and find a Vietnamese restaurant in the neighborhood. We lock the "baby" in the bathroom and head out for a couple large bowls of Pho, then back to the room for the rest of the day. We settle in, the "baby" and I watch the Nationwide race on the tv and we basically spend the whole day in the room .. cancelling all our tentative plans ... but it was relaxing as well as entertaining.
The big question ... "WTF is the big attraction to my shoulders? This little guy (like the one above) practically LIVES on my shoulders! Anytime I get up, he climbs aboard for the ride. Here we are looking out of the sliding glass door in the room ... 'til he fell asleep. ;)
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Ok, by last night, we felt comfortable with leaving him in the room for a while, so we went downstairs for a nice dinner. We started with ceviche (raw scallops and snapper macerated in citrus juice for youse rednecks).
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Then dinner. Lynn had a whole red snapper and I went for the swordfish.
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Then back to our room to find the kitten curled up sleeping, awaiting our return. I settled in to watch the race ... which was rained out, so I watched LAST year's race instead. The little guy curled up with me for the night and today we're making our plans on how to smuggle him back out of the hotel. We had plans for a nice lunch today, but we can't leave the little guy in the car, so it looks like it'll be "drive-thru" for lunch. :(
It appears I'll be shuttling another one in for a check-up, shots and neutering while Lynn burns up the phone trying to find some adoptive parents. As I've typed all this, guess who's purring away as he sleeps on my shoulder? ;)
Oh, and I may as well go ahead and get this out of the way now .... BITE ME!
You may remember a couple weeks ago, we went to a friend's house for dinner and while we were there, the gardener found a kitten trapped in a storm drain. After the rescue, we took him in and for some silly reason he immediately bonded with ME! Why? Lynn is the cat person. Needless to say, we ended up "adopting" the little guy (temporarily). He and I formed an instant bond for some silly reason and that little kitten never left my side. We took him home, took him in for a medical check-up, had him neutered and he got all his shots ... then we started looking for a new home for him. During the search, he stayed home with me and the bond deepened. He practically LIVED on my shoulders. He'd lay across my shoulders as I worked on my computer and stayed there as I walked around the house. Of course there was always "play time" ... but my shoulders seemed to be his favorite hang-out. Man-o-man was he a lovable little guy. We found a home immediately and he was adopted out within a few days. I have to admit I kinda miss his company and his antics. Here he is in his usual resting spot and again "helping" me with my game of solitaire.
3233 3234
Fast forward to this weekend. Here we are at the beach for a "romantic" get-away ... but all our plans kinda flew out the window and we've hardly left the room all weekend. Why you ask? Because we've been "baby sitting". We had reservations at the Hyatt Regency in Bonita Springs for the weekend (a 2 1/2 - 3 hr. drive) and on the way here Friday, we stopped at a roadside BBQ place that looked interesting. As SOON as we stepped out of the car, we heard a faint "meow". We looked around, a little kitten ran out from the woodpile and came straight to us. We ask around and found somebody had dumped him off in the parking lot about an hour before we got there. Ok, we sit out front at a picnic table and the bonding began ... with ME again! That little kitten would not get more than a foot away from me. Do I have "SUCKER" written on my forehead or sumpin'?
Ok, Lynn goes inside to get a bowl and we gave him some water. You'd think he'd had nothing to drink in days! Of course we notice he's nothing but skin and bones, so I leave him there with Lynn, head down the highway to the next little town and pick up some Kitten Chow, then head back to the BBQ joint. So, we feed him and the whole time there, Lynn is trying to find someone who will take him in. No luck. You guessed it ... we have lunch and the THREE of us hit the road. He curls up in my lap and goes to sleep. We stop at the first Wally World we see and Lynn goes in to get some cat litter and a plastic tray, then we get back on the road.
Now we arrive at the hotel ... how are we going to handle this? I drop Lynn off at the front door and haul ass to hide in the parking lot. She checks in, scopes the place out and gives me a call to pick her up. Each time, we have to dodge the porters at the front door who insist on "helping" us by opening car doors, asking to help with our luggage, etc. ... all the while I'm trying to hide this cat! Then Lynn gives me the bad news ... there's no way to get to our room without going right through the lobby. To make matters worse, the porters are like vultures waiting to grab all our belongings to take us to our room. Ok, it's time for a bit of stealth. I go to the parking garage and Lynn walks through the hotel to open the door to the pool from the inside. I grab the kitten, wrap him up in a towel and smuggle him to the room. We lock the kitten in the bathroom and go back to get our luggage.
We get settled in and have to watch the little guy like a hawk. He eats like a horse and drinks a gallon of water ... we figure what goes in, must come out ... eventually. Damn! After just a few minutes he heads straight for the litter box and does his thing! That was easy! By now it's dinner time and we decide it's a bit early to leave him in the room by himself (we didn't want to get busted and thrown out on our first night!). Lynn goes down to one of the restaurants (there are 3-4 in the hotel) , grabs me a nice porter house steak with all the trimmings ... and we eat in the room!
That night, the "baby" sleeps on my chest or my pillow next to my face ... never more than 2" away from me. (Lynn says he has "abandonment issues") ;)
Saturday comes and he's been a pleasure and a ton of entertainment. We get more comfortable with leaving him in the room for short amounts of time, so we hop on the internet and find a Vietnamese restaurant in the neighborhood. We lock the "baby" in the bathroom and head out for a couple large bowls of Pho, then back to the room for the rest of the day. We settle in, the "baby" and I watch the Nationwide race on the tv and we basically spend the whole day in the room .. cancelling all our tentative plans ... but it was relaxing as well as entertaining.
The big question ... "WTF is the big attraction to my shoulders? This little guy (like the one above) practically LIVES on my shoulders! Anytime I get up, he climbs aboard for the ride. Here we are looking out of the sliding glass door in the room ... 'til he fell asleep. ;)
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Ok, by last night, we felt comfortable with leaving him in the room for a while, so we went downstairs for a nice dinner. We started with ceviche (raw scallops and snapper macerated in citrus juice for youse rednecks).
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Then dinner. Lynn had a whole red snapper and I went for the swordfish.
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Then back to our room to find the kitten curled up sleeping, awaiting our return. I settled in to watch the race ... which was rained out, so I watched LAST year's race instead. The little guy curled up with me for the night and today we're making our plans on how to smuggle him back out of the hotel. We had plans for a nice lunch today, but we can't leave the little guy in the car, so it looks like it'll be "drive-thru" for lunch. :(
It appears I'll be shuttling another one in for a check-up, shots and neutering while Lynn burns up the phone trying to find some adoptive parents. As I've typed all this, guess who's purring away as he sleeps on my shoulder? ;)
Oh, and I may as well go ahead and get this out of the way now .... BITE ME!