There's Always Something

Why is it that whenever something has to be done there are always interferences? As you may have noticed (or probably didn't), I did not post anything yesterday. This is not because I completely forgot, because I didn't want to, or because I didn't get onto my blog. I did remember, I did want to, and I did get onto my blog. I even had a nice, sweet little story about Oreo and Tigress in mind. When I logged on I remembered that once a week I need to respond to other classmates' blogs. I decided to do this first so I wouldn't forget. I navigated to a classmate's blog, read a few, and found one that I wanted to respond to. I clicked inside the little comment box and began to type. Once I had a good paragraph, I stopped, reread it, and decided it was good. What a surprise I got (I'm being completely sarcastic) when an error message popped up telling me my email address was not allowed to comment on this site. I tried three more times with the same result. By this time I was so frustrated that I couldn't post a comment I forgot that I hadn't done my own blog and didn't even want to be on blogger anymore. Before I ended up smashing my computer and I exited blogger and found something less stressful to do.

It was not until a few minutes ago when I began to think about today's blog, that I realized I had not posted the story I wanted to share. Of course, I could just tell the story now within this post, but honestly, it would not be the same because I am in a different mood. The story was a sweet one about my dog and cat....I'm not feeling too many sweet feelings toward my kitten at the moment. She has been a monster repeatedly today. Every time I am standing or walking somewhere and take my eyes off her she decides this is an excellent opportunity to use my leg like she would a tree and climb. Those little itty bitty kitten claws feel like a bunch of tiny razor sharp knifes digging into my skin. She then decides the best way to get down is to slide an inch and stop with her claws, slide another an inch and stop again. She does this over and over until she's back on the floor, but it only takes her a matter of seconds....very painful seconds. I'm scared to see what my legs look like tonight. She's probably done this ten times today, along with attacking the dog, furniture, and plants and knocking everything off any tables she can reach. I have no idea what has gotten ahold of her today, but I've about had it. So, no sweet stories about her today.