Cats don't like black olives and other discoveries made during my week home sick
It’s been a long week. Within hours after getting home from “Wicked,” I was struck with a fever and chest congestion. The fever lasted for 2.5 days and I am only now starting to get over the cold. I stayed home for much of last week, in bed recovering. But, during that time, I made a few interesting observations.
The first is that daytime T.V. absolutely stinks. Truly, there is nothing on. If it wasn’t for the Masterpiece Theatre miniseries of “Jane Eyre” I had on DVD (thank you Netflix), I would have gone insane.
The second observation, as this post title suggests, is that cats don’t like black olives. Jeff loves making pizza from scratch. And since Friday was his birthday and I was too sick to really do anything special for him, he made a couple of pizzas for the family. Salami and black olive, and this Italian dried beef and black olive (both were excellent, BTW). While cleaning up the dinner dishes, I missed a little ramikin of black olives, which were left sitting on the counter overnight. Our cats, little scavengers that they are, couldn’t help but investigate these curious black orbs and attempt to eat one. What I found in the ramikin this morning was an olive with the impression of cat teeth on either side. The other 3 olives were left untouched. I smiled as an image of Oona (our tabby and the most likely culprit), eagerly picking up the olive with her teeth came to mind. I could just imagine a look of feline disgust come over her face as she opened her mouth and let the olive fall back into the bowl, discarded as unworthy of consumption. After finding and eating half a poppy-seed muffin the other day, the black olive must have been quite a disappointment for her.
The final observation made this week is that my son can relate anything to "Star Wars." Anything. A mundane conversation about something that happened during our day will prompt him to say, “It’s like in 'The Clone Wars' when …” or, “That’s like what happened in 'Star Wars' when….” This morning, Eamon was going on and on about something and Jeff made his standard “That’s neat Eamon” reply. Eamon then said, “I hate when he does that.” I looked at him and asked, “Oh, really?” To which the boy replied, “Uh huh! It’s like in 'Star Wars, Episode 2,' when Obi-wan tells Anakin to stop and he doesn’t, and Obi-wan says, ‘I hate when he does that.’” God help me, am I raising a future Star Wars Convention attendee? Is he going to start dressing in Jedi robes and learn how to speak Huttese? While I think it’s great that the boy is so passionate about “Star Wars,” I’m thinking we may want to begin directing his attention to other areas as well.
The first is that daytime T.V. absolutely stinks. Truly, there is nothing on. If it wasn’t for the Masterpiece Theatre miniseries of “Jane Eyre” I had on DVD (thank you Netflix), I would have gone insane.
The second observation, as this post title suggests, is that cats don’t like black olives. Jeff loves making pizza from scratch. And since Friday was his birthday and I was too sick to really do anything special for him, he made a couple of pizzas for the family. Salami and black olive, and this Italian dried beef and black olive (both were excellent, BTW). While cleaning up the dinner dishes, I missed a little ramikin of black olives, which were left sitting on the counter overnight. Our cats, little scavengers that they are, couldn’t help but investigate these curious black orbs and attempt to eat one. What I found in the ramikin this morning was an olive with the impression of cat teeth on either side. The other 3 olives were left untouched. I smiled as an image of Oona (our tabby and the most likely culprit), eagerly picking up the olive with her teeth came to mind. I could just imagine a look of feline disgust come over her face as she opened her mouth and let the olive fall back into the bowl, discarded as unworthy of consumption. After finding and eating half a poppy-seed muffin the other day, the black olive must have been quite a disappointment for her.
The final observation made this week is that my son can relate anything to "Star Wars." Anything. A mundane conversation about something that happened during our day will prompt him to say, “It’s like in 'The Clone Wars' when …” or, “That’s like what happened in 'Star Wars' when….” This morning, Eamon was going on and on about something and Jeff made his standard “That’s neat Eamon” reply. Eamon then said, “I hate when he does that.” I looked at him and asked, “Oh, really?” To which the boy replied, “Uh huh! It’s like in 'Star Wars, Episode 2,' when Obi-wan tells Anakin to stop and he doesn’t, and Obi-wan says, ‘I hate when he does that.’” God help me, am I raising a future Star Wars Convention attendee? Is he going to start dressing in Jedi robes and learn how to speak Huttese? While I think it’s great that the boy is so passionate about “Star Wars,” I’m thinking we may want to begin directing his attention to other areas as well.
Funny about the cats and the olives. It's always good to find new ways to torment cats.
As for Eamon, he is truly Stars Wars obsessed. But, then, he does have a mother who has her own SW action figures and who had a crush on Boba Fett.
I didn't have a crush on Boba Fett. I just thought his jet pack was AWESOME. Oh, and if you click on the Star Wars Convention link in my post, it takes you to a video of a Boba Fett jet Pack demonstration. :)
Maybe he'll grow up and write the final three episodes--and will do a better job than they did with the IMPOSTOR movies known as episodes 1-3. He'll be a kajillionaire and buy you an island.
See? It could all be good.
ps Glad you're better. It's harder to plan for a sub and stay home than it is to teach sick so you must have felt ROTTEN to be home so long! Take it easy.
And add the Eyre Affair sequels to your TBR pile! Books two and three are my favorites. (Usually.)
I hope you're feeling better now. You are so right, daytime TV is horrible!
That's funny about the cats and olives. My dog loves peas but hates mushrooms. Who knew?
I don't like black olives either ;)
Oh, I'm sorry you've been sick! And, there's nothing worse than being sick, with a perfect excuse to be and lazy and having nothing good to watch on TV!
Hilarious about Eamon.