Cat Fetish???

I had to post this picture of Coz sleeping on Conn's flip flops this morning. Amazingly, he'd been laying there sleeping peacefully while I was putting away last night's dinner dishes.  He was clearly sacked out and so I became inspired to grab the camera and take a picture.

Coz raised his head and looked at me for a few seconds right before I snapped the picture, but thankfully layed back down and went back to sleep.  Such an obliging kitty.  I guess I could say he took one for the cause.  Haha.

There is a bit of a story with our cats Abby and Coz and their need to sleep or roll around on our shoes.  The other night Conn and I watched Abby and Coz in an odd battle of wills.  Abby had been on Conn's flip flops and Coz wanted her spot.  It wasn't really a fight with them rolling and bitting each other, but rather that they were conveying their displeasure with airplane ears and snappy tail movements. 

Finally, in a very stubborn manner, Abby moved off of Conn's flip flops and over to mine.  A few minutes later, she huffed away and Coz took up residence on Conn's flip flops. 

I'm not sure what this says about our foot odor, but it appears to be a comforting place for our cats.

White noise

I really had to laugh the other day. We were enjoying dryer, cooler than normal weather for August, and consequently I went around the house and turned off most of the fans. This reduced the white noise in the house significantly as this time of year, every fan we own is set on high and we have at least 2 fans in every room and one fan in the hallway.

So why do we have so many fans running? Since we run a swamp cooler through the Monsoon months, the fans are vital to keeping us cool while they dry off the sweat rolling down our backs. Oh my gosh, the other day I was leaning on my knees and started sliding, that's how humid it was in my house. Yuck!

Ah, but I digress.

Anyway, getting back to the laugh... With the fans shut off, I realized that the volume on the TV, radio and even our talking all needed to come down a bit to compensate for the "quieter" environment; which got me wondering whether people walking down the street or our neighbors can hear how loud we are during this time of year and if they think we are deaf.

I used to think it was odd that some people talk more loudly than others while in places where there is no noise to talk over. I'm sure you can relate and know a few people that talk too loud. Anyway, I just figured that they are partially deaf. On the flip side of that (and what I found to be funny/ironic), my co-workers sometimes struggle with me and tell me I'm talking too low. Anyway, it got me thinking, are they deaf or am I a low talker? I don't notice them talking too loud, but I never considered myself to be a low talker either. Maybe my rationale for loud talkers is all wrong... Could it be a sign of intelligence? As in loud talkers are less intelligent than low talkers, or vice versa? And those who neither talk loud nor low are of average intelligence?

Hmm, sometimes I wonder about the things I ponder.

What do you ever wonder and ponder about?

Strange goings on

I had the strangest experience today that once again causes me to ponder psychic phenomenon or possible severe mental issues. Before I launch into today, let me begin by going back a couple of days. While sleeping Tuesday night, I had this face flash into my mind, causing me to wake up with a jolt. The face was very clear in my mind, but it didn’t belong to anyone I knew. The key features were that he was looking at me, smiling (big smile like maybe he was laughing) with dark eyes and dark hair. I thought it was odd that this would wake me up but maybe that was because the face was so immediately in my head, out of the blue, not part of another dream. After several minutes of pondering whether I could have seen this man at work or on TV or somewhere else, I gave up and forgot about it.

Back to today, I had a consult this morning with a specialist about some dental pain I have been having for the past month. The first thing the doctor said to me was have we met somewhere before? I was still a little sleepy and was only thinking about what this guy might find in my mouth so I looked up at him, looked him over a bit and said, “no I don’t think so”. He was pondering how we might have met and so I said were you around the last time I came into that office which was around 8 years ago? I was there for a root canal performed by another doctor. He said he probably was there. I didn’t point out that 8 years is a long time to remember someone who we might have glanced at as passersby. I get a lot of people asking whether we have met before and for some reason I didn’t want to ponder this, rather, I wanted to chalk it up to one of my many doppelgangers. Within possibly 1 minute of thinking that, it was like the fog lifted and I clearly saw the face of the man in my dream again and felt a distinct, crystal clear realization that this was that man.

Thereafter, the entire time spent at my appointment felt strangely surreal. I felt nervous and I’m not normally nervous due to all the time I’ve spent in their chairs. It was like I had something to hide or feeling exposed somehow.

I came home and did a quick search, and the man is very accomplished. Has impressive credentials, married and a child. Also, he is not from here so it’s not plausible that we’ve seen each other in that “it’s a small world” kind of way.

I don’t know what the heck this was about, but I am beginning to think I should go see a psychic. I have had other strange things happen in the past but this just doesn’t seem like a normal occurrence. Whatever it was, I felt chilled to the bone and still do.

I was joking about this being attributed to a possible mental issue. After all, I did have that time where I felt sick at work and over the morning, started having anxiety to the point where I knew I had to leave and leave then. While driving home, I happened to spot a guy sitting on some fencing that arches over a walkway that runs across a freeway below. The guy looked upset, like he was crying. I called the police and it was reported later that he had attempted suicide. That incident left me high strung for a while.

What are your thoughts? Does this sort of stuff happen to you?