We decided to move the cats up to our new floor of the house.
It was a bit of a gong show and Papi was the gong.
Up we went, while protecting our faces from the possibility of becoming The Golden's one eyed kin.
We brought them to the new pee box space.
Immediately, The Bastard Prince was placed in the box and proceeded to tinkle. It was, in our minds, excellent that he went right away. We thought we were at a good start.
The Mrs. however, when placed at the top of the stairs, hissed at 'nothing'.
Or perhaps Papi's mother's ghost, or even the ghost of G'pa, but none-the-less, there was nothing we could see worth a kitty spit.
When we were back into the kitchen, hoping everything went well, I noticed it.
Piss. Allllllllll down Papi's pants.
... no, it wasn't papi ...
The Bastard Prince was so scared of coming up into Psycho Kitty's space that he pissed himself. I knew he was afraid of him, but I didn't realize just how badly.
We all meet our match in life, and well, it looks like The Bastard Prince is no longer the king of his castle.
In the past, he would even scare the dogs in the neighbourhood wherever he lived. Not anymore. It was so sad and pathetic.
Then there was The Mrs.
She made herself at home on Psycho Kitty's tree, and when the loony cat came to say, "Hey! That's mine!" The Mrs. told him, "Not anymore, bitch!"
It blew me away. The one I thought was tough is the chicken and vice versa.
Meanwhile, Papi and I have switched spots on the bed now that it's in a different room.
Well, when I heard my alarm go off, I did my usual 'slap around the bedside table to find the alarm', only I almost clocked Papi in the head.
Fortunately, I had removed my eye patch just enough and just in time to see my possible mistake. It truly would have been a rude awakening for my love.
One thing I can say is, moving up to the bright sunny floor has definitely helped our moods.
The Dungeon Syndrome is leaving me for sure. Papi actually relaxed last night.
We spent some quality time writing out our 'dream home' list in the Dominican, and Papi had the audacity to laugh at my wishes!
~ land with fruit trees
~ space for goats, chickens, pigs and my donkey
~ walking distance to the beach
~ walking distance to stores
~ gas stove
~ granite counter tops
~ privacy from neighbours
~ a boat moor
Hey! What's the point of making a 'wish list' if you can't dream big?
That's the point of a 'wish list'. It's not an expectation! It's hopes that maybe, just perhaps, those prices will keep coming down and we'll find the home we've always wanted.
One of the houses we looked at when we were there is down by $70,000!!!!!! It's moved into our price range!
Who knows folks, we just may get what we deserve.
Stranger things have happened. Remember the time capsule dream list I made in 1999? I did indeed get a few things on that list.
I wonder what we'll get in paradise?
all the things i want and need come to me