Hey, It’s Jet Here.
If you happen to read Miss Wendy’s comment from yesterday, you’ll note that we had booms, streaky lights and rain on Monday/Monday Night/Tuesday. Miss Wendy, my bff pen pal, rescued her golden girl, Cassie, from GRSF, the same group that saved me from … too difficult to say. Turns out, Cassie and I share a lot of behaviors in common. I wish we could play and visit all the time, however, we live about 45 minutes apart. Anyway, poor Cassie (and poor Miss Wendy) could not rest a wink due to the weather. I experienced similar discomfort; I finally settled in one of my safe spots under Mom’s vanity.
I really try to keep an open mind about storms. My favorite lemongrass bush looks like Cousin It from the Addams Family, flopped over and limpid. Mom reminded me that we really needed the rain.
This next part of the post, well, Mom
suggested, urged, forced me to share. When the weather scares me, I feel this thing called anxiety. Scooby Doo Academy recommends keeping a journal for personal growth. Dude, I’m all about studying, learning, growing, self-improvement…but journaling my feelings? I’m a GUY… the whole dudes from Mars/Ladies from Venus thing… Jet? Yes Mom. If you think about it, your blog is your journal. Yeah? Oh YEAH, wow, I’m evolved! Yes Jetty, you are, so finish about you know what. Yes Mom.
So, when weather anxiety occupies my body and Mom’s not home, an invisible pull with the strength of a super magnet, draws me nose first to the cat litter box. I can’t help myself, I can’t even express the details, let’s just say you know I’ve visited because litter sticks to the wet part of my nose.
Mom and Auntie Angela tried various strategies over the years to prevent my visits:
- Turn the box around.
- Block it with old Cat litter buckets;
- Add laundry liquid containers to the barrier;
- Add Oxiclean box to buckets;
- Add Costco-sized vinegar containers to buckets,
- Put heavy, then heavier items in buckets,
- Finally… PUT UP A FENCE!
And yet… last night, when Mom returned home and went to kiss my face, there it was, the evidence stuck to my nose.
Another sort of great day.