Growing up we did a lot of puzzles. We watched a lot of movies, too. I still enjoy doing both. I tend to watch movies more than put together puzzles, because, well, it’s easier. I joined Netflix and have movies delivered right to my mailbox. All I have to do is make a list of the movies that I want to see and mail back the ones that I have watched. They have a place where you can rate movies and they use the ratings to suggest other movies for you. Pretty cool system. Before Christmas, I decided that I wanted to put a puzzle together. I bought a Thomas Kinkade puzzle at Target and it was still sitting on my kitchen table until Friday night. All of you know I live by myself, so I can keep strange hours. I just try not to be loud and wake up the people upstairs. I fell asleep aound 10 on Friday night, just to wake up with energy at 2AM. I decided to straighten up a little. I didn’t want to vacuum, b/c I thought it would be too loud. So, I opened up the puzzle. I’m probably the only person that would begin a puzzle at two in the morning, but I wasn’t sleepy. I cut open the box and dumped all of the pieces on the table. My plan to put together a puzzle is to find all of the edge pieces first, then sort the rest by color. I’m sorting and Molly decides to help. She jumps on the table and stands directly over the pieces I’m sorting. Fine. Move. I get part of the pieces sorted and Molly starts stalking the puzzle pieces. You know, down on all four legs, really low with her rear end twitching. Then, she pounces. The puzzle never had a chance. She grabbed a piece, jumped to the floor, and begins her low growl. (The growl means I have something dead to gross you out with to offer to you.) I grab the piece not wanting to loose it and have a hole in my puzzle. Same thing again and again. I guess I never realized how vicious puzzles could be. Molly, my hero, was saving me from the scary pieces. I’m sure you know that I didn’t get much accomplished. I’m waiting for her to sleep before I start again. (Just like having a toddler or something.)
Molly is soo funny. It’s like she has a split personality. One minute she is very loving. She crawls up on you and nuzzles, just wants to be close. Then she stalks you and attacks. It hurts. She keeps her claws very sharp by using the couch and the bed. (I keep trying to break her from the bed. I’m not worried about the couch until I get a new one.) I was upset one day and she jumped up in my lap. I thought, how sweet she wants to nuzzle me to make me feel better. Wrong! She slapped me, meowed, and jumped down. I guess she thought Get over it already!
One of her favorite things to play with (besides puzzle pieces) is a balloon. The people upstairs had a party and a balloon floated down my steps. It came inside to play when I opened the door, so I left it for Molly. She was smart not to use her claws, but would bat it all around the apartment-in the air, across the apartment, everywhere. I came home to find the balloon popped on Friday. Oh, how I wish I could have been here to watch her jump. She already freaks out over loud noises. A video tape would have been even better.
Hope everyone had a great weekend. I think I’m going to jump in the truck and head up the mountain for a few runs. : )