Thirteen Cats!

Counting inventory last night before we finished packing, I discovered that we had thirteen cats in stock...thirteen cat pins, that is. Uh..oh...if anything sounds like a bad omen, it's gotta be thirteen cats. So I made a little joke about that and said we'd better make another cat just to qwell any bad mojo. Nah...we don't believe in that stuff! We both laughed and went on with the tasks at hand. 

Time came to close up the studio and leave. It was really cold out and we hurried into the car. Luckily it started right up....and then died...and then just wouldn't start. It's old and it has it's quirks, but this was a little different. S.O., (whom I will call Big Kitty, since that's what our cat calls him,) says "I think we're out of gas."

I'm thinking, damn, not again, and not at 7:00 PM on a freezing cold night when we are so stressed. And I'm remembering how I've been threatening to divorce him for running out of gas too often, and I'm thinking maybe it's time to make good on my threat. Instead, we go in and call my daughters S.O., to ask if he could come over and drive us to get some gas. 

Then Big Kitty laughs and says, 'Thirteen Cats!" 

Hmmmm... then I remember that our parts never came and UPS has not called back. So Big Kitty gets on the phone to UPS, and finally they own up that they have lost the package, and cannot deliver. This means we are going to be short on stock...

Thirteen cats?

Eventually, the gas problem is solved and we head out to dinner and have an excellent Taiwanese chicken and basil dish, making us certain the curse is just a figment of our imagination.

This morning we're rushing to get ready and I reachd over to grab the coffee pot, and I know instantly that no matter what I do this is going to be a disaster. Sure enough, the pot elludes my frantic grasp and falls and breaks.

Ugh..those thirteen cats are at it again...Sigh.

We're finally heading off to the studio to finish up what we can and hope that UPS miraculously found our package.

First we pray that the car will start. It does. As we are driving we hear a strange sound coming from the right tire. I make him stop the car and I get out and look...nothing I can see is causing the problem. At the studio I urge him to look because the last thing we need on the highway is tire trouble. Turns out there was a huge bolt in the tire. 

That's it! I know we cannot wait another minute. We have to get that fourteenth cat made. So while he went off to get the tire fixed and I waited for UPS, I madly started sawing out the next cat.

Soon as he returned, he passed by my bench and asked, "Did you saw out that cat, because that's the first thing I'm going to finish!"