Charlie and his adventure

Not sure what was going on with Charlie the other night but he had quite the adventure even if was only in the house. He and Thomas usually wrestle on the floor while I am dozing in bed before I turn the light out. I kept hearing this scrambling noise coming from under the bed. Thomas was sitting in the middle of the floor so I knew it must have been Charlie. I kept calling for Charlie to come out from under the bed. But all I kept hearing was scamper, scamper, scamper. I got up, moved all the under the bed storage boxes out and shined a flashlight under the bed and no Charlie. I saw a piece of fabric hanging from the box springs and determined that Charlie was now scampering amongst the box springs. He apparently had ripped out a hole for him to crawl up into the box springs and now could not find his way out. I had to dismantle my bed, get the scissors to cut the box spring cover and reach in and pull him out. He was scared and ran into the living room followed by Thomas. After I put the bed back together, I went in to see if he was okay and when I picked him up he just looked at me and gave a very pitiful meow. Not sure who had the adventure - Charlie in the box springs or me dismanteling my bed in the middle of the night.

Thomas

My red tabby, Thomas, had quite a rough morning the other day. First he and Charlie were rumbling and Charlie knocked him off the chair and Thomas landed flat on his back with a loud thud. Thomas let out a loud meow and then hissed (something he has not done since the first night he came to live with us). I saw the hair go up on his back, the ears flatten and he and Charlie were circling each other, so I stepped in and said 'easy, easy' and they went their separate ways. As I was geting ready to go to work I needed to close the front door and had picked up Charlie so I could do so. Thomas was up on the banister next to the front door and right as I closed it he poked his head inside and I slammed the door on his head. He scrambled down and ran and hid under the chair. I got down on the floor and told him I was sorry (he does not like to be held or comforted, unlike Charlie) and eventually he came out. Before I left I played jingle bell ball with him and left him a cardboard box to play during the day (he loves boxes and grocery bags). I guess he forgave me because when I got home he was waiting for me by the kitchen door, wanting me to scratch his back. Later on he was meowing very loudly and when I went to see what was going on, he just sitting up in his box, guess he just wanted to say 'look at me, look at me'.

Haircuts

I am one of the lucky ones in that I have had the same stylist, Pat, cut my hair since 1976. I started going to Pat when my hair was 36" long and we gradually cut until it was shoulder length. (if you know me you know my hair is thick so when it was so long it literally took me 1 1/2 hours to dry - no kidding) Having the same stylist has its perks ; she knows my hair, it's texture and how it will respond so I trust her completely. Together we have tried many styles and while some have not been successful, this is temporary because hair does grow back. The other perk I have now is my friend, Michelle, is also going to Pat (who does the most fabulous highlights and color I have ever seen) so there are times I schedule my appointment when Michelle will be there so we can all chat and laugh. Such fun!