The weekends are different than the weekdays. On the weekends I get to sleep in while Kathy gets up and feeds the critters. One of the perks of still working. Kathy is retired. That's not to say that she doesn't keep busy. It just means that she can sleep in on the weekdays.
Both dogs sleep on our bed. Which is another blog all together. Anyway, this morning began, as always, with Nanalu raising up and letting out a tiny half fast bark. This causes a chain reaction. Buddy raises his head and both dogs jump out of bed and out the dog door. Then not minutes later there is the sound of cat nails clicking on the wood floor toward our bedroom. It's Ramon. We call him our soldier cat. Because when he enters our room he starts to meow really loud. It reminds us of the bugle boy in the military waking up the troops.
This is Kathys cue to get up and begin the feeding of the critters. It usually begins with the dogs, then the cats, Mojo our parakeet, last but not least is our former feral cat Lucy. She now lives inside with us. That is another blog too. This all usually begins at 6:30. I know that because the clock in our room chimes.
Meanwhile I am enjoying my sleep all by myself in our queen size bed. Then without warning Nanalu comes bouncing on the bed and stepping on my legs as she begins licking me all over my face. Of course Buddy can't stand Nanalu showing me such attention so up he comes stepping on my legs as he pushes Nanalu out of the way and begins his licking of my face. Once that's over and I am awake. The two of them begin to play on the bed together. It's at that time that I realize welp it's time to get up. The clock chimes 7:30. That's the weekend. Now for the weekdays.
During the week I get up and feed the critters before heading to work. The time is 5:30. I stumble out of bed and head to the bathroom to dress for work. All the while the dogs are still sleeping on the bed. When the bathroom door opens they jump down. I proceed to release my phone from the charger, turn on the phone flashlight and out of the bedroom. We are greeted by Ramon and Carlos outside of the bedroom door which I then close so as not to disturb Kathys sleep.
The feeding order is the same. Then it's my turn to eat and before you know it the clock chimes 6:30. Time to head to work. Before I leave the house the bedroom door is opened. As I exit the premises, lunch box in hand, the dogs wait patiently while I give them a treat then exit through the door jumping in my truck. While the garage door is opening I think to myself what a great life I have.
There you have it weekends and weekdays in Jillsville and at the Bundy-Kidd house.
These are my thoughts and feelings in Jillsville.
