Ninja Dax

Home Improvements?

A couple of weeks ago:
"Matt, can we dress up the kitties in Halloween costumes? they would be so cuuuuute!" -me
"NO! My cats will not be made a mockery! Our cats are not dolls."- matt
"aaaaaawwww but...it would be so so cuuute..." -me

Last week:
"Dax is a real ninja. One day I'm gonna get him a little ninja mask!"-matt
"Oh really? I thought we weren't going to make dolls of our cats...no costumes." -me
Matt looks at me with deep intent in his eyes, "Melinda..." he pauses, "its not a costume if he's a true ninja, it's not."

haha, I love Matt.

Welp. I guess he got me there. He really got me.

(Girl, you really got me now....You got me so I dont know where Im goin, yeah...Oh girl, you really got me now...You got me so I cant sleep at night.... YOU REALLY GOT ME! YOU REALLY GOT ME!!!!!! YOU REALLY GOT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry... I just had a little Van Halen Moment...)

Living in the same house as only one other person is so different. There a couple of things you can't do:
1. You can't say your "roommates" ate the rest of the cereal...especially when you're standing there with the empty box in one hand and bowl of cereal in the other...
2. You can't say "no...those dishes aren't mine..." when the other person has been away on a trip for a week.
3. You can't always watch what you want to watch. And so you must Battle for the remote.
4.You can't say "hey uh who forgot to turn off this light?" - because it was probably you. :)


But you can:
1. Have quiet time and not be alone. (unless he's playing stupid video games!)
2. Yell secrets instead of whisper them because it's only you two there!
3. Two couches. Two people. Perfect. (Or most of the time... One couch. Two People. Perfect for snuggling :) )
4. Yell Not IT! and most of the time it exempts you from having to turn off the light when you're already in bed. This also applies to feeding the cats, taking out the trash, and my personal favorite... cleaning the cat litter. Nothin' says true romance like "NOt IT"

I've been neglecting the blog because I have been working really REALLY hard on my house. Unfortunately I didn't take any before pics (mostly because I was kind of like BLAH I hate it so much) but I will have a TON of after pics when I'm finished fixing up my teeny little house.

And as I promised (ok so its like the ONLY promise I've ever kept on this blog) here's Dax:

well not exactly... this bag was rustling around on my bed...

Still rustling

Ah! A Dax Snuggled inside!

Don't be fooled by his sweet demeanor...he's really....

A LITTLE MONSTER!
Look at those claws!

Seriously, I've started yelling at Dax in my dreams. "Get off the table. I said get off the TABLE CAT!" I get no respect from these animals! I think its because they know I clean their kitty litter. Cleaning kitty litter = cat slave. I'll have the last laugh when I take him to the vet and they *gasp* neuter him! Should I be so happy about this? Am I evil? Let me zoom in so you can see the claws of death that scratch me every morning and the very same tools of distruction that have RUINED my curtains...

he's such a little monster!