Dorky Blogger...Cat on Crack...PapaBear Penguin

Kind of a jumble of thoughts here folks...
APPARENTLY, I had a setting selected that kept me from getting all of your wonderful comments. Read the directions completely next time Nana! I have a horrible habit of "skimming" stuff. Moving right along.

Perhaps time for some soothing tea?



On my list last night were some teas for Greta to drink. Chamomile, Sleepytime and Tension Tamer. We chose for the first cup of tea... Tension Tamer. I opened the box to let Greta take a sniff to see if it fit her aroma needs. Ah, yet... licorice among other ingredients...smelled like a good choice...It was not just we who agreed! Partial, one their loving kitties, was in loud vocal agreement and beginning to stalk me as I proceeded to make the tea. I apparently had become his new best friend. Greta said, "Does it have catnip in it?" Checkng the ingredients, I was amazed. "Why yes it does", said I. And from the now wildly insane behavior Partial was exhibiting... we got confirmation. Who knew? Catnip in human tea? Leave it to Celestial Seasonings. After much of a struggle (he and I on the floor) I was able to secure the box of tea and make Greta a hot steaming cup. Greta was peacefully nursing Seamus. All was well... then....I had this brilliant thought to open a tea bag and rub it on one the cat toys. I did just that and naively threw the rest away in the garbage. Ah... that's done.. everyone is happy now... I proceed to give Greta a foot rub. But the "crack cat" was not letting up... " I want my fix!" Behold! He had found the source of his need! BANG! CRASH! Over went the garbage pail, spilling the contents of the loose tea on the floor. This was followed by a swift cleanup. Were was the cat for the rest of the evening? Sprauled on the catnip kitchen-flavoared floor in his glory. Gotta love it.
Seamus was up and down last night and PapaBear Jim took the 3:30am detail. He lovingly sat with his "wee" son for hours so to let Greta get some much needed rest/sleep. It reminded me of the father penguins.
[Each penguin egg’s father balances it on his feet and covers it with his brood pouch, a very warm layer of feathered skin designed to keep the egg cozy. There the males stand, for about 65 days, through icy temperatures, cruel winds, and blinding storms. And they eat nothing that whole time.]
And another day begins...