Procrastination and a Cat Fight

I think I have procrastination down to an art. This weekend is my Winter Quilt Retreat with the Tuesday Night Quilters from Hartford. I didn't start packing or putting together projects to take with me until 10:30pm last night. I have a list that I make up, so that I don't forget things like towels, underwear (which I did forget one year) or cutting blades for the rotary cutter. So you would think that I could just take the list and start putting things together at least a COUPLE days ahead of time. You would think that right? Because that would be the logical thing to do right? But no, I was running around trying to find stuff last night. So of course by the time I got everything together it was almost midnight, and I was too tired to pack the car. As a result of that I had to get up early to do that and I am NOT a morning person. I usually get up at 7am to be to work by 8am. It's no wonder why I always go to bed early on Friday night, stay up all night on Saturday and then need a nap on Sunday to recover.

To top matters off, there was a knock down, drag out fight between the cats last night. I was in the basement picking out clothes for today and this weekend and they were wandering around sniffing things like they do. I wasn't paying too much attention to them. Next thing I know, I hear this herd of elephants racing up the stairs and from one side of the house to the other. I paused listening. Then herd came racing back across and partially back down the steps. Jasmine in the lead, with Java hot on her tail. I yelled some noise and they both stopped in their tracks. Jasmine was so puffed up she looked twice her size. I tried lecturing the two, but they just stared at each other with really ugly looks. Jasmine's look was saying "Now look what you've done. Just wait until I get you alone." And Java's reply was "Who me, I didn't start it, you did!" When I paused to take a breath they decided they had heard enough and they turned around and quietly went back upstairs. So like the blonde I am, I think everything is copasetic and my lecture had been heard and understood. WRONG!! I had turned back to finish packing the clothes I picked out for this weekend, when all of a sudden all hell broke loose. There were shrieks and hisses and growls and more hisses and more shrieks. It sounded like they were killing each other. I went running up the steps, through the kitchen and found the two culprits in the living room. Honest to God, I've never understood the term "fur flying" before. But when those two broke apart there was fur floating in the air around them. And Java, who is a brown tiger, had grey clinging all over him. They have never fought like this before. I tried soothing them and I was able to inspect Java for damage, but couldn't find any. I couldn't get close to Jasmine, who is skittish at the best of times. Honestly I don't know why Java would want to tangle with Jasmine anyway. She will only let me corner her once or twice a year to clip her nails. And they are SHARP. His aren't dull by any means, but nothing like the lethal points she has. I usually leave them alone unless I start feeling the points on my person. So I was more worried about the damage she had done to him than he to her. Luckily none was found, and that seemed to be the end of the fight. Although I was worried about waking up in the middle of the night in the middle of two fighting cats since they both sleep with me. Jasmine finally let me give her a good rub when I got in bed and then she settled at the foot. At some point Java joined us, because I woke up with him snuggled up next to me. So this morning, everything seems to have been worked out between the two. I sure hope so, since I won't be home until Sunday night. So hopefully the house is still standing, when I get home.