I’ve mentioned it before, but Renton is an odd cat, weird beyond all reason. Where does one start with this cat? He’s just nuts. Last weekend, we discovered a new layer to his nuttiness. Renton (get ready for this one) loves oranges. Oranges! Acidic, oddly-textured, squirt-in-your-eye oranges, and he can’t get enough of them.
Cathy, who likes the juice but not the rest of the orange, sucked on one like a vampire this weekend, then offered the pulpy remnants to Renton the Curious, who immediately took a liking to them. He chewed and he chomped, licked and nuzzled; he was in orange heaven. I think he ate three oranges that weekend, and he had another last night.
The best thing about this is it keeps him busy for hours. Just lay an orange half on the floor, and he is quietly immersed for a long time. It keeps him from bouncing all over every stick of furniture in the apartment at least.
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I had a weird dream last night. I was at my parents’ house in Alabaster, getting ready for the wedding, and my grandfather, Papa, comes in. Well, we’re all a-flutter because we thought he was dead. So happy to see him. I asked him if he’ll be able to come to my wedding, and he said, “No, baby, I’ve got to tend to my lady friend. But I know you will be gorgeous, and you’re going to have a lot of fun.”
And he gave me a hug and a greeting card, then he left. I wanted to read the card, but I woke up before I could. Damn that alarm clock.
I’ve had wedding dreams before, but that was one of the more interesting. Hopefully after Saturday, those dreams will stop, and I can quit worrying about Halloween-themed weddings, forgetting to memorize my vows, and leaving the rings up in Fort Payne. Glad to say I’ve taken care of all of that.
Hard to think that in just a short week from now, Steven and I will be in Charleston, walking amongst the old buildings and smelling the sea air of the Atlantic, which I’ve never been in before. Flown over, yes, but never have run my hands through it. Excitement! I’ve got a lot to do before that next Tuesday rolls around, though. Graduations, weddings, putting young Renton in a kennel. He is going to be so mad at me. Yeah, that Atlantic seems far off.