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On A Bumblefuck Easter:

All went well. One person said he enjoyed the food and it was Scooter. I did find white cheddar and made Drag Potatoes (Gay Pride Potatoes in disguise). He ate them. Le gasp. He later said, “What did they have in them? Onions?” I said, “No. Sour cream.” he said, “Oh. Stuff like that doesn’t agree with me.” He means stuff with flavor.

Char told me about his new favorite exotic meal: taco salad. It’s ground beef & tomato sauce with Velveeta mixed up in it and you eat it with tortilla chips. I said to Char, “Is it an appetizer or a meal?” She said, “It’s a meal.” He told me that it’s “too much” for him, flavor-wise. I said, “It’s tomato sauce and Velveeta.” He said, “I know!” As though I’d said, “It’s jalepenos, oregano and eggplant.”

The quote of the day was when I was cooking, everyone was playing “Sorry” (Hawk’s idea and a brilliant one) and Char was hanging in the kitchen. She went to see why it was so quiet. She came back and said, “It’s quiet because [Jed]’s sleeping.” Sure enough he woke up when Holden got up from his nap and then it was noisy again.

When people looked over the munchie table, they whispered among themselves “no cookies.” No, there were no cookies. Scooter came late, as he had worked a late shift the night before. He showed up, looked over the munchies and said, “No cookies.” Yeah. So after dinner, I threw a box of those Pilsbury cookies in the oven and whipped up cookies. They disappeared almost immediately.

Also Jed said to anyone who would listen that Holden would be quite the heartbreaker when he grew up because of his “blond hair and blue eyes.” Hawk looked at me. I looked at Hawk. Hawk said, “Dad, he has red hair.” I added, “And brown eyes.” Yes there’s a bluish look to his eyes sometimes (it’s strange) but they are brown and his hair is not blond. Jed is crazy. Here’s his Easter bunny photo:

On Minerva*:

She hid in a small downstairs closet most of yesterday. I think Callie’s theory was right: she guessed that Minerva was pissed off that we’d locked her in the bathroom overnight. She still hasn’t eaten but she helped herself to my milk last night when I went to have my dessert from dinner. So that was a good sign. Nor has she used her litter but we haven’t found where she’s eliminated anywhere else. We moved some things around. We have one litterbox in a shower stall downstairs (curtain almost completely drawn) and one is in our bathroom, since she seemed to want to hang out there when I was getting ready for bed. Her food is on top of the hot tub, where the kids can’t get to it but it’s not near the litters.

So she didn’t come out until evening last night and when she did, she was all about socializing. She explored the playroom some, sat on my lap, sat beside Zoe and even allowed Zoe to pick her up and carry her (!). She also doesn’t run away from Holden. If he tries to pet her to hard, she’ll duck out from under his hands but she doesn’t take off.

As I said, I was getting ready for bed and straightening up the bedroom some. I went over to turn off H’s light and there was Minerva: in the upper hallway. She wouldn’t let me carry her up so it was her first time upstairs. I figured if we left her alone downstairs she’d follow us and she did. I allowed her into H’s room and she explored it a little. Then she went around Zoe’s room and finally she came into our bedroom, where she stayed all night. Sometimes she got down and looked around but mostly she laid on our bed. At one point, I was kind of on my stomach nd she decided to lay on my back. It’s very weird to have a pet that weighs less than my last pet’s head. She meows if she wants attention, to say “here I am” and otherwise is pretty quiet.

Apparently our veterinarian (and several others throughout the county) provide free initial visits for HSCC (shelter)-adopted animals within a week. If I could understand the mush-mouthed receptionist correctly, our appointment is a week from Wednesday. When I said, “I need to make an initial appointment for my new cat,” her reply was “What’s wrong with your cat?” More accurately, it sounded like “Wujz wroniff urrgat?” Honest to christ, if I wanted to speak to someone with this level of comprehension and articulateness, I’d run over to Spanky’s at happy hour.

And here’s something I hate: people who don’t answer the phone properly. If you pick up a lined phone (meaning you have to push a button to talk), there’s a delay between when you might think you’re connected and when the caller can hear you. I mean, once you hear the connection, you can begin speaking but a lot of people begin speaking the second they pick up. So all this idiot says that I can hear (and understand b/c she sounds drunk) is “where the sun is shining.”

I ask if it’s the West Bumblefuck Vet Hospital and she sighs and says, “Yes” as though she’s saying “duh.” I love how it’s my fault that she said it before the call was connected. At least I didn’t get the vet’s hostile relative this time. So Minerva won’t get to see the vet for another week and a half. Maybe by then she’ll be able to give us a stool sample.

On potty training:

Last Thursday, right around the time Holden was getting up from his nap, Zoe says to me, “I want to use the potty.” She walked over and pulled down her diaper, sat on her new green potty and peed. Yay! There was much rejoicing, as we’ve always done when she uses the potty. She wanted me to say “good job” and “I’m so proud of you,” which I did. Of course I thought, “Let’s see if this lasts.” Before bed she used her potty 10 more times. Hawk joined in the “yay” once he was home and when Z used her potty, she could have a treat like a mini peanut butter cup, an apple slice or a mini candy cane. So then the next morning she came in to wake me up and she said, “I want to use my potty.” So we went in to the master bath, where she has her white potty, and she went. She used her potties all day except for poops (we still haven’t gotten there). Just while Hawk was home for lunch, she went about five times. On Friday, she wore panties most of the day and didn’t have any accidents in them.

So over the weekend she used her diaper when we went out and for poops but otherwise has used her potty. Even during the Easter get-together, she paused to use her potty and wanted everyone to say “yay!” for her. You also have to jump up and down and clap your hands. She only wants a treat once in a while now. Now she’s usually happy with “Yay! I’m so proud! You did a great job!” She woke up with a dry diaper and hasn’t had an accident yet today *knock wood*.

I had said that one day she’ll just decide to use the potty and there it will be. Hopefully this is permanent b/c this is awesome. All that we’d done differently lately was to increase the number of potties (and to get the brightly-colored, more comfortable Baby Bjorn ones) and I got her a Dora potty book at Borders in Erie during Hawk’s vacation week. She didn’t want anything to do with it but Holden did so I read it to him and caught her listening.

On Holden:

Now up from his nap so I’m off.

* cat advice and experiences always welcome; please share, as a refresher for me

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