Yes, I realize I used the wrong kind of “tail” in the title of today’s post but read on and you will understand.
Monday was the day to finally attack the rolltop desk in my office. It had remained closed while we showed the house a couple times over the weekend for good reason.It doesn’t look that bad when it is closed other than the stuff sticking out the drawer that I just noticed.
But when it is opened. Oh boy.Let’s just say my traveling lifestyle as of late has played havoc on my housekeeping. I have been able to keep the house in “show-ready” state and thanks to my friend Jeni who makes sure the place is dusted and cats checked on if there is a showing when I am gone the rest of the house is pretty good. But my desk had become a collection place for presents to be mailed, mail to be sorted and filed, card making supplies that needed to be put away, etc.
Monday was the day. Chris left on Sunday and I had one day set aside for house cleaning, 2 days for card making for Hospice and 1 day for hair appointment, packing and odds and ends before going to Ohio for the weekend. So Monday I did it.Still not perfect by any means because the cubbies are filled but it is much better and is staying that way right now.
I started the card making and was happily working on those early when I cut myself.
Or I thought I cut myself. I actually did but then there was more red on my desk than could come from the tiny paper cut I had inflicted upon myself.
Buddy looked guilty. Very guilty. And then I saw it. At first I freaked out. I have been doing a lot of that lately for some reason. I thought he had burned it. But upon closer investigation I realized that he had just dipped his tail in my candle that I had blown out. (See arrow in photo above) He did not burn it –he just embellished his tail with red wax. Which he proceeded to fling all over my desk and pictures as he flipped his tail back and forth.
It was almost like a perfect pencil point tail. I am not a bad cat mom. I really am not. But this had me baffled how to get hardened wax safely off the tip of a cat tail.
Apparently I am not alone in my dilemma because there were about a zillion Google references about how to remove wax from cat fur. The suggestions ranged from using coconut oil, baby oil or even egads—using a hairdryer to soften the wax in order to take it off. Now if you are a cat owner you might avoid that last one. Cat + hairdryer = frantic clawing cat and 1 scratched owner.
So I have been working on it slowly, bit by bit and today it is almost back to normal. The old warm wet washcloth has worked well and he has tolerated me brushing it out a bit so that I can get the icky stuff out. He is such a mellow cat, thank goodness, that he has allowed me to pick at it bit by bit, separated the fur and hopefully by the time this post goes live the red tailed cat will be a thing of the past in my house.
Just when you think that life is a bit dull (which is never the case in my life these days) something happens to spice it up.
How about you? What has spiced up your week this week? Remember to comment for Mercy Foundation Birth Center.