Hallelujah! I Can Wipe My Ass Again!

You know your dreams are small when you’re wildly excited about toilet paper.

I braved a trip outdoors today to head to a local pharmacy where there was one pathetic shelf stocked with maybe two dozen rolls of TP, some paper towels and tissues, limit two per customer.

It was like finding gold!

I thanked the people at the pharmacy — a mom and pop shop — profusely for limiting purchases to put off the hoarders, and for staying open. We lionize cops and emergency services personnel, and everyone’s been extremely grateful for our healthcare professionals. They deserve the praise.

But we tend to forget about the people who work at grocery stores and pharmacies, those essential pillars of life that keep this country running and keep social order from collapsing. Cashiers, stock boys and pharmacy techs don’t make a lot of money — certainly not compared to doctors and nurses — and they don’t get pensions like cops and firefighters.

Yet they show up to work, despite the danger. We should all be thankful for them, and let them know we appreciate them. Even a simple thanks or enquiring about their safety lets them know we’re thinking of them and we’re grateful for what they do.


Buddy Buddy

Okay. No one comes here to read about my bathroom habits, and I vowed not to let the virus stuff temper the humor on this blog. You guys come here for cat humor and to read about His Grace, Buddy the Magnificent, not for the same depressing crap you can read on news sites.

In the past I’ve written about Buddy the Real Cat vs Buddy the Cartoonish Internet Cat, but after I wrote the post this week about Buddy the Kitten attacking me in my sleep, I thought it’s probably worth mentioning that even the most outrageously ridiculous Buddy stories on this blog have a kernel of truth to them, and in some cases are very close to the truth.

So while Buddy might not build trebuchets to launch water balloons at me while I’m sleeping, he does have an entire repertoire of incredibly annoying methods to rouse me from sleep.


It’s not because he’s hungry. I put down a bowl of Blue Buffalo kibble and fresh water before going to bed so His Grace doesn’t have to wake me when he’s got the munchies.

Nope, it’s because he wants to play, because he wants me to wake up, rub his head and tell him what a good boy he is while he purrs.

His go-to method is simply yowling loudly and incessantly, but I’ve countered that with earplugs. Haha!

When that doesn’t work, he’ll pad over to the kibble bag and rustle it as loudly and annoyingly as possible. And if he still can’t get me up, he goes to his litter box and starts punching the door flap over and over and over again: THUMP! creak! THUMP! creak! THUMP! creak! The earplugs don’t insulate that sound as well, so that usually wakes me.

The nuclear option, when all else fails, is walking on my head and screaming in my ear.

That, of course, is when I hurl all sorts of vile invective at him. People who read this blog know I love my cat, I care deeply for his safety and happiness, and I often put his needs before my own. But if someone who knows nothing about me heard the stuff that comes out of my mouth when Buddy’s trying to wake me up, they’d think I’m a terrible person.

Let’s just say it typically involves threats of defenestration, selling him to the local Chinese restaurant, punting him like a field goal kicker, and calling him a furry little shitball.

He may not be able to understand my words, but he definitely understands my tone, and still it doesn’t phase him. He knows me too well, including the fact that when I finally drag my ass out of bed and sit down with a cup of coffee, I’ll rub his head and call him a good boy as he purrs.

8 thoughts on “Hallelujah! I Can Wipe My Ass Again!”

  1. Nice to hear about your cat and his crazy antics to gain your attention. I complain about my cats all the time and make threats against their lives, but the truth is I’d be lost without them. Peace, love, and cats

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  2. Buddy reminds me of my late boy, Jelly Bean. Despite his cute name and adorable fluffy white appearance, he was Hell on Wheels. (Or paws.) If he was trying to get my attention, he would jump up on my dresser and start swiping my breakable figurines off, one by one. I had a whole list of stuff he broke written out. If he had any money, he would have owed me hundreds. 🙂

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    1. Hey Dee: I thought of you when I found this blog post yesterday about 1950s scifi and spaceships. It mentions Forbidden Planet, which I saw for the first time just a few months ago and was a lot of fun to watch: https://monstermoviemusic.blogspot.com/2017/01/movie-spaceships-of-fifties.html

      Jelly Bean and Buddy definitely have a lot in common. Buddy does the swiping thing too, except instead of breakable figurines it’s my glasses, my phone, and anything else on any flat surface lol. Living with a cat like that is like your bedroom is a state room on a boat…you wake up and it’s like there’s been a turbulent storm, and all your stuff’s on the floor. But we love them anyway, of course.

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  3. I really enjoy your blog, and I can fully relate to that you reward Buddy with head scratches and “good boy”s for his lunacy. I do the same!

    My Shima has many ways to get what he wants at 3 am. His current method is to scratch the wall near my head slowly and gently – squeak, squeak, squeeak, squeeeeeek. I curse, get up, go to the kitchen with him, and give him head and berry scratches while he gobbles his midnight snacks. I don’t know what to do otherwise 😊

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