On a lighter note, Whew! It's been a busy week. On Sunday, Mommy and Daddy took Mommy's Daddy fishing. Well, it was supposed to be Mommy and Daddy but when they got to the lake, Daddy discovered that the wheel-bearing had gone out on the boat trailer. So he put the boat in the lake and Mommy and her Daddy fished while my Daddy went back to town to get a wheel bearing. Mommy had a great time (except for the guilt about having such a great time while Daddy was working on the trailer). When Daddy got back with the replacement part, he discovered it was the wrong size so he couldn't fix the trailer. They rented a moorage for the night and they would have to go back on Monday with the right size wheel-bearing to fix it.
On top of all that, they learned just how smart the furballs are, which was confirmed on Sunday. It all dates back to last Thursday when they discovered that the cat door to the backyard was unlocked when they were pretty sure they had locked it. They saw Chewie working on the lock and started to wonder if maybe a furball had unlocked it. Then on Friday, Mommy came home to find the furballs in the backyard courtesy of an unlocked cat door when she was POSITIVE it had been locked when she left. She and Daddy suspected that some furball, likely Chewie, had in fact figured out how to unlock the door. So she put her sewing machine case, a big, heavy luggage like container, in front of the locked kitty door. On Sunday night, they got home to discover the furballs out on the deck with the case moved out of the way and the kitty door unlocked. So Mommy got them all back inside, locked the kitty door and put the case on its side in front of the door, thinking that they wouldn't be able to move it without the help of the wheels on the case. Daddy came inside to clean the fish and watched Smoke move the case out of the way, unlock the kitty door and let himself out onto the deck - all in less than a minute and half! Daddy now has three bricks wedged in the kitty door to keep the furballs inside and is taking bets on how long before they figure out how to get around that.
But our story doesn't end there. On Monday when they finally got home with the boat, they opened the garage door. There's a different style kitty door in the door from the house to the garage. It's a chubby-kitty cat door for a certain Tuxie girl. Smoke! I'm not fat! I'm voluptuous. Anyhow, back to my story. The door is locked to allow us to get back into the house if we get locked in the garage, but won't allow us out into the garage. While they were prepping the boat to put back into its place on the pad beside the house, they noticed the furballs working the cat door trying to get out. Smoke was able to get the door open, but not open enough to get out before it would close again. Then back-up came in the form of Chewie! Smoke would open the door and Chewie would put her nose in the opening and open the door enough to sneak out. Daddy put her back in the house and got the video camera. Sure enough they did it again, all on tape. As soon as the beans figure out how to upload the stuff, they'll share their footage of these super-smart furballs, including the funny part where Smoke gets frustrated because he can't figure out how to get out the door by himself.
Anyhow, needless to say, its been a crazy week here and the beans refused to get on the Internet to let us blog. They claimed they were too busy on Sunday and Monday and last night they said they wanted to get sleep after two really busy and long days (oh and Daddy's work called at 4 a.m. because they couldn't get the door open and needed him to come down and open the door for them - so no one got much sleep that night at all but they did get to see the lunar eclipse). Mommy was so tired on Sunday that she fell asleep with an ice-cold can of pop resting on the sunburn she got on her chest from the slight v-neck in the shirt she was wearing. She woke up on Monday to the alarm blaring after only five hours of sleep to find the now-warm can still on her chest (sleeps like the dead she does!). So by Monday night when they didn't get home and to bed until late again, she was really tired with the 4 a.m. wake-up call (literally!). Last night she almost slept the clock around!
So finally they have let me back on to update you all on the progress of Cha-Ching's little crush. So far our fair maiden has returned Cha-Ching's star so it looks like he's making progress. Now if he could just get up the nerve to talk to her. I suggested that he get her some flowers to cheer her up over the bad news that's affecting her family (those were both hints if you didn't get my subtle clues). Mommy seemed to like these flowers when Daddy had them waiting in their hotel room on their first anniversary (they went to Disneyland); I wonder if Cha-Ching's crush would.
And last but not least, I, the beautiful Tuxie that I am, was the Tuxedo Gang Member of the Day on Monday. Too bad the beans didn't let me on the Internet to enjoy it, but I'll get my revenge on them for that. Perhaps I'll need a little snuggling this morning at, oh, let's say 3 a.m. That should do it! Ta-ta for now.