Crazy Cat Lady "When you putting the other Christmas trees up?" Squeegee Monkey said to me this morning over coffee. He was speaking of the others (there are three, I forgot about Squirrely's small Simpson Tree which is a big hit because all of the ornaments are, ironically, Simpson characters.) "Later," I said. I was messing with my blog template and was trying to concentrate because I'm a moron about certain things. "What are you doing?" he said. "Blogging," I replied, half paying attention. "You know, you are one hair breadth away from becoming a crazy cat lady," he sighed. As I own no felines, I looked up and said, "I own dogs." "No difference," he said dismissively. "Put up the other damned trees." "Okay," I said, ignoring him. He's at church now. I'll put them up while he's gone and Mabel is currently licking his chair (that's what happens when you put a dog treat on the chair while no one is around) as we speak as I know that will gross him out if he knew. He also can't stand it when the dogs lick each other's eyes, a habit they seemed to do a great deal. I don't know how to make them do that on command, but I'm working on it. Cat Lady, indeed.  ¶ 12/03/2006 10:27:00 AM