I woke up to this:
I slept on an air mattress and sat up to see Jojo staring me down. Does she look a little touched to you? Yeah, she gets that crazy look in her eye every once in a while, but trust me, she's a sweet little angel. After you look beyond the occassional biting, she's a sweet kitty. I've heard rumors of her destruction but other than her attempt to chew some of my belongings, I don't believe them. I'm sure it's all just a nasty rumor.
A couple hours later, The Toad decided it was time to give Jojo a bath. It seems she's not only a bad kitty but also a dirty kitty!
Let's just say that she wasn't too impressed with the whole ordeal. With the bathroom door shut, Faythe and I heard banging around and some mumbling from The Toad. Seems he decided to give her a shower, not a bath. While we felt bad for Jojo, the images in our head created some soft snickering.
I was surprised that Jojo wasn't angry afterwards. If it was one of my cats, I'd be dealing with catitude for days. Being the sweety she is, Jojo merely licked her fur and succumbed to some scratches behind the ear. Amazingly, for all her badness (I still think this is just a rumor), she didn't harbor any bad feeling sat all and later ended up taking a nap in The Toads lap. AWWWW!
Meanwhile, Faythe was whipping up some fresh pasta for a Supper Club she meets with once a month. Tonights theme was pasta sauces.
Faythe, a lover of quality home-made foods, had a pasta recipe on hand and quickly made up the dough.
Next, she flattened sections of the dough using her pasta machine. She ran them through several times. I ate a piece of the dough to see what it was like. She asked if I was pregnant (so she could warn me about the raw eggs), I laughed.
Using a hanger (note to self: Faythe would like a proper pasta rack), she gently collected the pasta as it ran through the machine.
A view stragglers didn't want to hang properly on the hangers. They reminded me of the pickled worms we disected in high school.
It didn't take long for the pasta to dry at all. It seemed to be enjoyed by all at the Supper Club too. For more details about the supper, be sure to check out Faythe's blog. It was really nice to meet some of Faythe's friends and listen to banter about Spokane. I really miss hanging out with women so it was nice to be in their company.
The funniest moment of the evening was when Jennifer brought out her tiramisu. Faythe was happily eating hers and said, "I don't usually like tiramisu but this is pretty good. What's it made of?" OK, now you have to understand Faythe is a real food snob. She HATES Cool Whip or any other nonhome-made whipped cream products. If I remember correctly, she almost disowned me as a best friend when she found out I didn't see the problem with Cool Whip. Sending her random Cool Whip recipe's in email throughout the day probably didn't help either. Anyway, Jennifer told her it was made of Cool Whip and Faythe about died. HEHEHE! But, she even helped herself to seconds. That just proves that Cool Whip, if used properly, is OK. So there Faythe!
By the time we made it home, the babies Rocky and Bullwinkle were enjoying their own version of Supper Club.
If you click on the picture, you'll see more detail of Rocky's adorable little hand on Faythe's arm. Hand? Paw? Well, they look like hands!
Bullwinkle is getting brave, I thought he was going to jump inside a couple times. I can't even imagine what would happen if this one of them slipped in, especially with Jojo watching. Eek! She's already slapped one of them in the face!
You can see evidence of their visit on the window sill - what cute little hands they have! They kept grabbing at us, random items on the roof and playing in the water.
Not the best photo but you can see Jojo staring at the babies while one of them stretches against the glass. Some may call her jealous. They may even be right. But after her bad day, I think she's entitled to stare down a couple raccoons all night. Better them than me.