Cats. Shut up. Please.

So I started this new kick. Being positive. Because I realized that I have become a rather temperamental be-yotch lately. Which I don’t mind so much, but I’m even starting to piss off myself with my grouchiness. Therefore, I’m attempting.

Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone else around me was having bad days and being cranky, which is hard to overcome. And then there’s my stupid wrist, which is more crampy than it was before I went to the doctor and started wearing the damn brace, and then the rest of my arm started hurting too from overcompensating. And thanks doc, I know you said I was cleared to work with a brace, but have you ever tried to grab boxes coming down a moving conveyor belt, jiggle them around under a half-broken scanner and then place them perfectly tetris-style in a plastic igloo without the use of the thumb on your dominant hand? I was hoping my left arm would become magically useful and I would move into ambidextrism, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. It’s either very stubborn or it takes a lot longer than a week to teach one’s moronic digital half to pick up the slack.

Just call me gimp.

Just call me gimp.

This is where I expect my cats to “poor you” me. But no! They still want to be fed. In fact, they seems to want to be fed more than usual. The non-winter Florida winter is making them ravenous. And I refuse to feed them more than they’re suppose to be fed. So guess what happens? MEOWING. SO MUCH MEOWING.

Usually it’s just Taco being a loud a-hole, but now Moosh is getting into the act with his high pitched MEEEEs. I came home from work tonight craving quiet, and Taco meowed for (and I’m NOT exaggerating here) a half an hour straight. At some point he was so worn out from meowing at me he actually stopped following me around and laid down to meow at me. They certainly weren’t starving. There was food in the food island. They know how to get it. Both of them. I guess it’s not as good as when you’re SERVED food.


Taco’s finally shut up, although he has a new, weird obsession with eating my clutch purse. The boyfriend is home and we’re sitting in football-induced silence, and it’s lovely. Yay.

Meowwy christmas!

Meowwy christmas!


  1. rouschel

    I have had friends who have had to wear braces due to work related injuries, usually injuries caused by repetitive activities. Most of them complained of the same thing: the brace made things worse. I had one girlfriend that actually broke and bent her brace because she HAD to use that wrist to work. Braces work wonders if you’re able to keep your arm immobile, but they’re not so great if you still have to work. Heaven forbid, right? Ask your doctor if you can splint the thumb and wrap the rest maybe? Sorry, don’t mean to be bossy. I just hate to see yet someone else going down the whole braced wrist path.

    • MEOWhearthis

      You’ve pretty much hit it on the head. Here’s the kicker, though…other than making it rather difficult to pick up heavy boxes and shove them into weird spaces, the brace is kinda helpful at Big Brown. I cannot, however, wear it at my desk job, or doing the easiest job at night (sorting letters, constant flicking of the wrist). I’ve been doing a bunch of trial and error and discovered that using one of those previously annoying gel mouse pad thingys helps a lot. Ironic that my “easy” job is the one that hurts the most…but I ain’t gettin’ any younger. Thanks for the advice, I’m only going to wear it when it doesn’t totally hinder me.

    • MEOWhearthis

      I had no idea what you were talking about until I looked at the picture…I didn’t even think of what I assume is some sort of non-working ventilation as polka dots until now! I like it a little more with that observation!

  2. Boomdeeadda

    Petals gets on those howling kicks too. OMG it’s hard to ignore, Kudo’s to you for not giving in. Petals seems to wait till I’m in bed to start howling. I feel Iike I HAVE to get up because the hubby has to go to work bright and early. It’s a terrible habit she’s gotten in to. I know she’s not hunger either…it’s really a battle of wits….I’m usually not the victor.

    • MEOWhearthis

      The majority of Taco’s meowing is midday…but he reserves some for morning wakeup. Sometimes I just want to muzzle him. If we’re in bed, he just hops up and meows in our faces.

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