Game Quest
Chris is a winner! Literally. There is not a sport my husband can’t play, a game he can’t master, a mystery he can’t solve. Our family really likes to play board games. In fact, every Christmas, since the kids were small, we would put a new board game under the tree. Over the years however, there are certain boxes that remain on the shelf in our closet because rather than drag the game out and then put it all back again, we simply declare dad the winner and ask what else we should play.
I have always considered myself apply coordinated, capable and I enjoy a little competition. So what is it that I am unable to beat Chris in a game. There was only 1 thing I was ever able to beat him in and that was King’s Corner. I say WAS because with time he too mastered the strategy and the odds are always 50/50 and thus is about as exciting as tic-tac-toe.
One of our family’s favorite games is “Settlers of Catan”. No one has ever won – except for Chris. We now call him “King of Catan”. And don’t get me started on pool. I have played entire games without sinking one ball. So I think I shall play a little game of my own. I am hence forth on a quest which only I can complete. It is a quest to find a game at which I can beat Chris.
Ozzie
Our cat, Ozzie, is a big old Tom. He has always had an overzealous appetite, but today he has hit a new high. Normally, the morning routine is something like this:
Alarm goes off.
Aaah, the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen.
I open the bedroom door and am immediately greeted with an enthusiastic, “Meow”.
As rub my eyes and give my robe a final cinch, we exchange pleasantries.
“Mornin’ Oz.”
“MEOW.”
As we head down the stairs, battling one another for footing, the meows become more intense with each stair step.
The moment my foot hits the tile floor of the kitchen Ozzie cuts loose.
“MEEEEOOOOWWW!”
It hardly sounds feline anymore. And the only break is the breath he takes between his pitiful pleas for food.
I make a direct line to the laundry room to fill his dish with high hopes that this morning I can pour faster than he can shove his head in his bowl, which inevitably sends kibbles across the floor.
But this morning, Ozzie didn’t seem quite himself. Our usual morning conversation seemed a little more laid back. Is Ozzie mellowing with age? Is he feeling okay? My question was quickly answered when I got to the laundry room. I went to pour out some kitty kibble when I noticed the bag was shredded. Which is amazing when you consider Ozzie has no front claws! Apparently Ozzie had had enough of my slothful morning ways and decided to help himself.
I don’t know for sure if this is a good thing or not that Ozzie has become so self-sufficient. But one thing is for sure – my cat is a PIG!
