Cat Tails #3

Raven

So yesterday while I was busy spending so much of my time catching up on Easy Street, I was at the ironing board pressing one of the elements.  Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of something moving across the floor to my left.  I look directly and there's a big ol' spider slowly moving along - well, when spiders invade MY territory, it's an instant death sentence, except on those very rare occasions I feel gracious and yesterday my feet hurt, my back hurt, my wrists hurt and I was over a hot iron, and I was not in a gracious mood! One quick tap of my foot and that spider breathed no more.  Do spiders breathe?  Surely they must, but hey, maybe not, creepy little bugger.  I didn't take the time to get a tissue and pick it up and put in the trash thinking I'd wait until I finished with my task at hand.  Moments later, along comes Raven and now she has a new nickname.  Spider Cat.  SHE ATE THAT SPIDER!  No kidding, she ate every.bit.of.it, body, legs, antennae - do they have antennae? - nothing was left.  So now we sing: Spider Cat, Spider Cat, Only Eats What A Spider Cat Can.  I've seen cats eat flies and moths, but I can't say I've ever seen one eat spiders - dead or alive!  She's welcome to all that she can find!

A Tale of Waldo, or Murphy, or ...

Nick comes upstairs and interrupts my almost nap:

N: Mom, there's a huge spider on the wall.
Me: I know, it was there earlier; you can name it if you want.

He didn't, but I am.

Here's Waldo, or Murphy, or whatever you want to call him, or her. I made it drop to the floor where Flame chased it out of the bathroom and into the hall to the library where it found shelter under a bookcase. So now, where's Waldo? or Murphy? or Whomever? Maybe he'll make it to Nick's bed and he'll wake me from my sleep...again. Because he's 13. And that's old enough to still wake Mom to take care of the spiders in the house.