Blog Number 2

         I sit in my living room surrounded by yarn, toys, birds, and our slightly over weight cat. We actually have two cats but one won't come out of hiding until after the child goes to bed. Our daughter has never actually done anything to this cat, but I respect the caution which this cat exercises. The slightly overweight cat is not one for hiding. Most of the time she can be found laying on the floor on her back with a look of absolute contentment on here face. I envy her.
  The yarn is a product of my wife's rather severe yarn and fiber addiction. If you're not familiar with this affliction it causes the sufferer to buy yarn and fiber uncontrollably. You will most likely know that you live with an addict if your clothes start moving out of the closet to make room for the yarn and fiber. Her ability to make really warm and comfortable winter hats has caused me to become codependent. As a matter of fact She just told me she bought a skein of yarn from Germany. A skein seems to be the yarn addicts version of a dime bag. Not a huge amount but it will get her through. And I will continue to support her habit because I love a nice hat.
    The toys come from our five year old daughter. Over the years I have learned that, for the most part, toys aren't actually for playing with. What happens is the toys are systematically removed from her bedroom. These toys are then placed strategically throughout the house. Usually beginning at the top of the stairs and then along the path leading down, through the living room, and into the kitchen. I find these toys at five in the morning as I try to make my way down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen to make coffee. And yes, I have noticed that the toys are placed on the same path I use to get to the coffee maker. She seems nice and she's pretty small, so I can only assume she isn't trying to cause any serious harm.
       As for the birds, well they probably have a combined weight of ten ounces. Neither of the cats are what you would call "skilled" hunters, so the birds have no idea cats are supposed to eat them. I wouldn't call them dumb exactly. They do seem to lack any form of common sense. And shiny things are as irresistible to them as bacon is to a fat man. ( mmmm bacon!).
    I'm not complaining about any of this. Absolutely not. This is my home and family. I love every minute of it and wouldn't dream of changing a thing. Why would I? I have so much to come home to.