Most evenings will find John and me in front of the TV watching our favorite shows, doing email and surfing on our laptops. This is the time I do my blogs, too. The other night I was having a particularly difficult time typing. Spell checker was going crazy with the red underlines. For some reason my arms were not reaching the keyboard and my fingers were going numb. Alas, it was a case of too many cooks in the kitchen, or in this case, too many typists in the steno pool. On the back of the chair is Buster. The calico at the bottom is his sister, Xena. They're my own cats. Under my chin is Cane, then Trevor, both fosters and available for adoption.
I do have some very helpful cats and kittens. They're always right there making sure I do everything correctly. They hold the pages down for me when I'm reading a magazine. They know they get sprayed with a water bottle if they get on the kitchen counter when I'm using it, but from their perch on the bar above the counter, they make sure I use the correct ingredients when fixing a meal. They help me clean the counter off after I prepare anything resembling food. And then I wipe everything off with bleach water. My mother won't eat my cooking, and I swear she thinks I'm the dirtiest person in the world and the cats are spreading all kinds of germs and diseases. No, no OCD in my family..... My mother also doesn't have, and will never have, a computer and will never see this. I'm pretty sure she thinks she'll get sick from a computer virus and that the monitor emits too much radiation and will give her cancer. No, no OCD at all......and, yes, you can eat off her garage floor.