one minute he is cute, then the next i want to duct tape him to a wall

the post tonight was going to be about 3 things, beads and bits to make up a couple of new necklaces, 3 days, and how adorable little bertie bert is.

the post tonight is going to be about how the only thing saving that darn cat's hide is his cuteness.

bert is a handful.  all day long you hear someone yelling his name.  he is in to EVERYTHING.  he is a toddler and teen all rolled into one.   he knows he should not walk on the kitchen table, but yet you catch him on it all of the time.  everytime i set a mixing bowl on the table to make something, usually cookies for the hubs and his co-workers, if i do not wait until it is his nap time i have to lock him in a bedroom.  other wise 

this happens if i don't

he loves to lay in the bowl.  you can not turn your back on him even for a second.  he is the complete polar opposite of our other cat, moan-uh.

moan-uh is a cat cat.  she is aloof.  she tells you when to pet her.  she tells you when she would like a bowl of milk if you please.  she is cute until she sees that you have caught her.  she knows not to get on the kitchen table.  it took about 2 weeks of hitting her with water from  the squirt bottle to learn.

steph and i had been talking in the kitchen and watching bert be bert flipping around in the livingroom with an attack of the midnight crazies like always. it was just a bit after 1 am and i told steph i wanted to write my post and get to bed at a decent time, so we made sure the puppies were tucked in on their pillow in front of the space heater, pulled the gate shut and turned out the lights.

i thought for a brief second on the way back to my bedroom if maybe i should lock bert in my room for an hour or so until he wears himself down.

should have listened to my gut.

the gut is always right

 as i literally sat in my comfy chair in my bedroom and opened the computer and began uploading the photos i planned to use in what i was going to post, bert made one of his usual late night crazy runs into my bedroom and dove under my bed.  right about the same time i heard a noise.  nothing too loud, but i figured it was no big deal.  steph was in the room with me and she took off for the livingroom. 

i knew it was trouble when she said 'mom, you need to come here.'

something told me to grab the camera.

the noise was not loud to me, because i don't wear my ears (hearing aids) around the house.

these are the two january and all things snowy trees.

used to decorate the grey, blah month that january is and has come to be.

since my balance, or loss of it, has become a more serious issue over the last couple of years

i needed to wait until tonight when my hubby worked a normal shift at work

to help me bring the rubbermaid tubs upstairs so that i could  take down january's decorations

and put up our february, valentine, decorations.

i almost removed and wrapped up the ornaments this afternoon, but no i had

to wait for the tubs. 

i called bert every name there was but bert.

i threatened to duct tape him to the wall.

i would never do that, but the vision of it.....well it just is.

so what is saving bertie bert's hide.

bert has a blankie.

it use to be my favorite blankie

it is the softest blanket i have ever felt

the day bert fell from the railing to the bottom of the steps after mia spooked him

when he was only a couple of months old, i scooped him up and wrapped him in my favorite blankie

while i tried to get ahold of bill at work.

bert had broken his nose it seemed from the looks of it.

he was bleeding from  his eyes and his nose.

we have just 1 vehicle, and the closest vet was much further than the 5 or 10 miles i had ever walked

at one time.

i layed on my bed with sweet little bertie bert and prayed

i wondered why the amazing tale of how we had been brought together would have taken place, only to have him taken from me.

i prayed more, and more, and more.

then i let go and realized i had to have faith.

i stayed at bert's side through the night.  by the time i had gotten ahold of bill

so much time had passed that i knew medical attention would not have changed the outcome.

the next day bert woke up and was terrorizing the house like usual.  quite an impressive and divine healing.

ever since that day my favorite blankie became berts.

bert also has a favorite chair in the livingroom.   



the blankie is put on the chair and that is where cute, adorable, sweet little bertie bert takes his naps.

for the last week and a half we have been waking up to find it all over the livingroom.  the puppies are kept in the kitchen.  moan-uh would tell us where to move the blanket, she would never do such heavy lifting herself and since it smells of bert she would not lay on it anyway.

our only conclusion is that bert had to be moving it.   he is more like a dog than our 2 chihuahuas are so this did not come as a surprise.

today after sam came home from school he walked out into the hall and then loudly whispered to me in my bedroom to come see what bert was up to.  i grabbed my camera and we caught him in the act.

he was dragging his blankie back to my bedroom.

i have never seen a cat do this.

the hubs grew up in a house full of cats, he swears this creature may walk and talk like a cat but that is where the cat-ness ends when it comes to bert.

how cute is this.

this is why bert is not duct taped to the wall after knocking down the trees tonight.