I survived another day with the girls. It was a lot easier when they entertained each other. I thought maybe I needed to get Emily started on a book. Then it occurred to me that they're in the same class, so I wondered why they didn't have the same assignment. I asked the girls about that, and Emily said she got her reading done at the start of the summer but that it wasn't really an "assignment" but rather their selections from a "suggested reading" list. So Mia's not in trouble if she doesn't finish by the start of school, but she has taken it as an obligation anyway.

Tim says the cut is still open. He's walking around nude, waiting with not-too-subtle impatience for me to come to bed. He wants to try sex without the condom tonight, and I've been dragging my feet hoping he'll give up on that idea. It sounds like a scenario that'll end up with bloody sheets. Maybe I should insist on putting the plastic painter's tarp on the bed first.

Sandi

I don't know whether I convinced Tim to use a condom or just wore him down, but he used one, and despite over an hour of sex, there was no new bleeding. And, of course, no orgasm for him. In some ways, this is a pretty good deal. I get orgasms, he's eager for sex, he gets no orgasms but gets an occasional wet dream, and he's happy with that. The old saying, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" comes to mind. But I think Tim's determined to fix it until it breaks.

Mia's here and already buried in her book. I think she's good for the day if I just do my housework.

No further words from Megan or Alicia on travel plans. I may give Megan a call today to see what's going on.

Sandi

I just got off the phone with Megan. We didn't talk long, because she was at work, but she said she and Alicia had coordinated plane tickets so that they'd be on the same flights. They'll arrive the evening of the 22nd and depart September 5 on a morning flight. They'll each be getting a rental car here, and Megan plans to drive to Iowa on the 24th and be back here September 2, as Donny was taking one week's vacation.

Mia figures she's far enough along on her reading to take a break and go swimming, and I need a break from housework, so we're heading for the pool as soon as I get off the computer. She's got just two weeks left of summer vacation, so it would seem a shame to have her buried in books for all of that.

Sandi

Tim and I just cuddled last night after giving each other long back rubs. I fell asleep snuggled up next to him with my head on his shoulder and him stroking my hair. Nice.

I just have Mia today despite its being Thursday. Emily's mom is taking time off work to take her to the dentist, and then they plan to go shopping for back-to-school things.

So far, not much going on. Today's supposed to be much cooler and rainy. No rain yet, but it's cloudy. A good day for making cookies if Mia can spare the time away from her book.

Sandi

Not sure if this will work, but I hope it shows you what you are in for

http://www.imagebam.com/image/0ee03b6075597#

Wow, msts...Now what does he do?...He has to catheterize and sew up the stump...Things that require expertise not possessed by the average person. Great photos..Thanks Jackie

What a weekend!

Tim told me Thursday night to get packed for the weekend, because we were going to a hotel to celebrate our anniversary. We left home Friday morning and spent the bulk of Friday through Sunday night with meals, wine and champaigne delivered to the room. We spent a fair number of hours together in the Jacuzzi in the room. He arranged for massages, too. I have never been pampered like that in my life! And we did have sex without the condom (but with the trusty Velcro zip tie) without setting off a new round of bleeding from the cut. However, we're finding that Tim's strategy of keeping the cut open by simply pulling it open each time he uses the restroom isn't working all that well. It hasn't entirely healed shut, but there's not much of the cut left. I suspect that he's giving up on having his glans cut off, though he hasn't said so.

This is the last full week with Mia. She starts school a week from Wednesday. From then on I'll just be watching her after school until Misty comes for her. I'll have Emily Tuesday and Thursday this week, but I'm not sure of her schedule after school starts. I need to talk with her mom about that.

Mia has finished her books. I'm not sure how much she got out of them. I asked her a few questions about the plot of The House of the Seven Gables, and though she could relate a few things that happened in the story, she didn't seem to be able to identify a plot. I think she rushed through it to be able to say she'd done it without really understanding what she was reading. I can't really blame her. I think some of the books were really beyond her level, both in vocabulary and life experience. I hope she got something worthwhile from all her effort.

It's cool and rainy, and Mia and I are making sugar cookies again. We still have a few left from last time, but I'll have her take this batch home with her. I wish I had Megan's talent for free-handing shapes, but she seems to enjoy decorating even circles and stars, for which I have cookie cutters.

Mia says I need a cat. I asked what made her think I needed a cat, and she said it would keep me company after school starts and she's not here all the time. I'm not convinced, but she can be persuasive. She's even picked out a name for it. Tim and I have never had a pet, and Tim's never mentioned wanting one. I told Mia I'd talk it over with him and see what he thinks. I guess a cat would be less work than a dog.

Sandi

Originally Posted by msts1945

Not sure if this will work, but I hope it shows you what you are in for

http://www.imagebam.com/image/0ee03b6075597#

I think this is pretty much what Tim has (had?) in mind. He's become less enthusiastic about it lately.

Sandi

I love cats....Mia says you need a cat....What she means is...she wants a cat..They are very easy to care for and return any investment in care with a surplus of love and entertainment..Get one from the pound(SPCA?)...Go with her and pick one out..It's a lovely experience...Good luck smooches
Jackie

I talked to Tim about getting a cat. He says he's okay with it if he doesn't have to take care of it. Then he started listing off characteristics the cat would have to have. It had to be a male, neutered before it started exhibiting 'male' behavior like marking its territory by peeing on everything. It had to be a lap cat, not one that runs off wants nothing to do with people except when it's hungry. It had better be an indoor cat, because he didn't want it to become lunch for a coyote or something after we get attached to it. And the list went on. I told him he'd better be there when we picked out the one to bring home.

Of course the subject of the cat came up almost as soon as Emily and Mia arrived. It turns out that an aunt of a schoolmate of theirs has a cat that had kittens some time ago and they still have a couple to find homes for. I asked Mia whether that inspired her to say I needed one. "Well, maybe a little," she said, grinning. I told her to see whether she could get the aunt's phone number.

She got her purse and pulled out a slip of paper with a phone number and address on it and handed it to me. "Just a little, huh?" I said. She looked a little uneasy until a started laughing and gave her a hug.

Tim and I had sex again last night, using the Velcro zip tie. Tim kept going for something like an hour but couldn't get an orgasm. I flipped the light on and traded places with him for about another hour. Still no orgasm for him, but by then we were both pretty tired, especially since we had to leave the hotel really early Monday morning to get him off to work and me home in time to watch Mia. We fell asleep cuddling. Somewhere in the night he had a wet dream. I chided him about it this morning. "You should have done that at the hotel where someone else washes the sheets," I said. I was teasing, of course. I don't really mind cleaning up after a wet dream all that much, and I'm glad he can get some release, even if only in a dream.

The girls grabbed the basketball and are out on the driveway playing with it. It's still cool out--64 on our thermometer--but it's supposed to get up to 80 today, so their getting some exercise now is probably a good thing. I need to think of what to have them do when it gets warmer out. At least with Mia having finished her books, they can keep each other entertained. Sometime today I need to get groceries. Being gone over the weekend threw my schedule off.

Sandi

I got hold of the lady with the cats. When Tim gets home and Misty comes by for Mia, we're all going over to see whether one of the cats fits Tim's criteria. I called Emily's mom, and she's okay with Emily's going along. I don't have a "cat carrier," so the girls will have to hold the cat on the way home. I'm hoping it doesn't freak out in the car. I imagine the only time the cat's been in a car has been on the way to the vet to get fixed and have shots, so I suspect that its memories of car travel will not be all that pleasant. We did go to the supermarket today for groceries, and I picked up some cat food and kitty litter, and I found a cardboard box in the garage that should serve as a litter box until we can get something more substantial. I'm hoping it's not a finicky eater. We'll need to get food and water bowls, a brush, a cat carrier, and probably a dozen things I'm not aware of soon, but I think we've got the basics covered.

The girls are really excited. Mia admitted that she'd tried to get Misty and Mike to get one of the cats, but they told her it wouldn't work out with both of them working and Mia in school. There's be nobody home during the day, and the cat would be lonesome--or run amok in the house.

Mia says that if it's a boy cat, we should call him Ralph. Sounds like a nice masculine name for a neutered cat. Tim said if the cat's neutered, that would give him and the cat something in common to bond with. Tim's not neutered, of course, but the condition of his penis doesn't make him feel fully masculine, either, I guess.

Sandi

We're home with the cat, er, Ralph. Tim gave it the "tummy rub test." He picked one cat up, and it immediately started struggling to get down. Ralph, in contrast, started purring. Tim turned it upside down in his arms and rubbed its tummy. He says some cats he's held like that would leave his hand a bloody stump if he tried to rub their tummies. Ralph just continued to purr. That was enough for Tim. Ralph did get a little apprehensive when we carried him into the car, but he didn't go berserk, and Mia was able to hold him all the way home. The jury is still out on how finicky he'll be for cat food, as he'd already eaten before we picked him up, but he did use the litter box. So far so good. Mia was really reluctant to go home and leave him with us.

Now Tim has his laser pointer out and is driving Ralph nuts with it. It makes a red spot on the carpet, and when Ralph tries to attack it, Tim moves the pointer. He has Ralph running around in circles and trying to jump up the wall. I think this is going to end up being Tim's cat. I'm wondering how it'll do overnight.

Sandi

Yup...for a guy who expressed so much reluctance, he seems to have fallen in feline love...Good for him...both hims....Have fun..I love cats..
Jackie

Last night Tim and I just cuddled, and I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder. Sometime during the night I must have rolled over, because I wasn't in that position when I was suddenly awakened by Ralph attacking my foot with the same gusto as when he attacked the laser beam. Fortunately, his toenails didn't penetrate the blankets, and all I felt was his weight suddenly landing on me. I sat up, picked him up, and set him down between Tim and me and began petting him. His purr was so loud I thought hit might wake Tim up. Ralph turned on his side and stuck his feet out, pushing me away to enlarge his spot on the bed. I fell asleep again, and there were no further attacks, but when I woke up this morning, Ralph had wandered off to explore the house. Tim remembers none of it; he slept through Ralph's visit or, if he woke up, he was doing an excellent job of faking sleep. I think we're going to have to make a habit of closing the bedroom door at least while we're making love. Tim has a hard enough time maintaining an erection without worrying that his testicles will become a target for a cat attack.

This morning, Ralph seemed to want to sleep (finally), but Mia had other ideas. She's giving him exercise with the laser pointer, and I hear a lot of giggling.

So this cat that was supposed to be my companion is being enjoyed by Tim and Mia and has become my nemesis. Oh well, I do enjoy petting him, and he is cute.

Sandi

UPDATE:

Ralph does seem to like the cat food we got for him. That's one less thing to worry about. As soon as I finish writing this, Mia and I are heading out to shop for a cat carrier, a claw-sharpening post--Ralph has been using the carpet, and I don't want that to become a habit--some kitty toys, more cat food--I didn't overinvest in the brand I bought because I didn't know whether he'd eat it--and a grooming brush. I imagine we'll spot something I'm forgetting while we're there. Mia's in charge of picking out the kitty toys.

Sandi

I think we'll be starting to measure time in years BC (before cat) and AC (after cat). Ralph has made the transition well and seems to feel right at home. He's explored the whole house and seems to like the basement, where there's bare concrete to lie on. It probably feels nice and cool compared to the 85 degrees outside. Mia and I got him a "real" litter box to replace the makeshift cardboard one. We now have a cat carrier in case we need to take him somewhere, and he's already tried out the scratching post, which, fortunately, he seems to recognize as his special property. I'm hoping that'll save the furniture. Mia picked out a ball with a jingle bell inside as a toy for him, and I've already given him a brushing with his new brush. It's amazing how much excess fur he was carrying around. There was enough to knit him a new fur coat!

Emily's mother called just after we got back from shopping. Would we mind if Emily came over to play with the cat? She apologized, but Emily was driving her crazy talking about it. I told her to bring Emily and stay for an iced tea and cookies. (I sent the latest batch home with Mia, but there were still some from the previous batch.) Sarah said Emily would love to have a pet, but with their schedule, it just didn't make sense for them. Emily's still here, but Sarah said she needed to run some errands and would be back for her in a couple of hours. The girls are rolling the ball back and forth, trying to see whether they can get it past Ralph. He usually intercepts it, provoking lots of giggles.

Last night I asked Tim whether he still wanted to play with the worm shocker when Megan and Alicia are here. He said yes without hesitation. I told him I was afraid that might be the end of the nerves in the shaft of his penis, but he said that would be as close to fulfillment of his ultimate fantasy as he could realistically imagine. I hope he doesn't end up later with deep regrets. He seems content for now with not being able to get an orgasm, and I suppose having the shaft of his penis numb won't make things materially worse. On the other hand, the shocks might give him just the right stimulation to get an orgasm. In any event, he seems to thrive on having women inflict pain on his genitals, and I imagine the shocks are as painful as a good swift kick to his testicles.

I haven't heard from Megan or Alicia or Donny for a while, so I assume there are no changes to their plans.

Sandi

Tim closed the bedroom door last night. He wanted to make love without Ralph getting into the act. With the help of the Velcro zip tie, he kept going until he was exhausted, giving me an orgasm but none for himself. I'm sure he'd have liked to get one, but he didn't seem particularly disappointed. He's gotten used to the idea that it's not going to happen for him, but he seems to get pleasure from knowing he's giving me orgasms.

After cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he opened the bedroom door. Ralph had been waiting patiently just outside and beat Tim to the bed, finding a comfortable spot right beside me where Tim sleeps. Tim picked him up and plopped him on top of me, then crawled under the covers. We both petted Ralph, and he started purring, but sometime during the night he must have concluded that sleeping people are no fun, because when we got up, he was in the kitchen, pacing the floor by his food dish with his tail straight up and quivering, as if to say, "Aren't you ever going to feed me?"

By the time we got to our own breakfast, Ralph was back on our bed, fast asleep. He didn't get a chance to sleep long, though, because Mia and Emily had other ideas. Emily brought some doll clothes to dress him. Poor cat. He must have felt humiliated in a dress, but he didn't fight them. That's got to be the most patient cat I've ever seen.

Tim has arranged vacation for when Megan and Alicia are here. He says he still has a few weeks of vacation "in the bank." (The company lets employees save unused vacation at the end of the year, and they can "bank" up to ten weeks.) Megan's employer seems to have a similar arrangement, but I don't know about Alicia. She may be using her whole year's vacation for this trip, so I've been making a list of attractions in the area that she might want to check out.

Uh-oh. Ralph just zipped by. I think he's getting tired of wearing a dress. I'd better go rescue him.

Sandi

Well, Ralph doesn't seem to have been too traumatized by wearing a dress. Minutes after I got it off of him, he was back with the girls. Now he's napping on our bed again, totally zonked out. The girls are drawing with colored chalk on the driveway, and I'm catching up on housework. Well, actually, I'm taking a break from catching up on housework.

Megan called to give me their flight number and refine her estimate of when they'd be at our house. She's been here before, but this is new territory for Alicia, and each of them will have her own rental car, so she figured Alicia might take longer to get here. I told her that Tim is still sure he wants her to use the worm shocker on his penis, even though he's well aware that it could destroy the last active nerve cell. Her take on that was, "If he wants his penis destroyed, I'll just imagine he's one of my exes. You'll be surprised how fast I can turn the crank thinking about that!" She thinks Alicia will need a lot of reassuring before she participates. "She'll be fine with getting naked to tease him or even kicking his balls, but she doesn't know him like I do, and having a guy excited about having the nerves in his penis fried is going to be a bit hard for her to grasp," she said.

The bathrooms aren't cleaning themselves, so I guess I'd better get back to work.

Sandi

Hehe..Ralph sounds like a kitty after me own heart...Sure it isn't Raphael? Like mine is Jackie....hehe Have fun...Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Hehe..Ralph sounds like a kitty after me own heart...Sure it isn't Raphael? Like mine is Jackie....hehe Have fun...Jackie

Raphael as in the Italian painter? I wonder what Ralph would paint if you gave him a jar of finger paint (paw paint?) and a large sheet of paper. The mind boggles.

Tomorrow's an "off" Friday for Misty and Tim, so I won't have Mia tomorrow, but Tim will be home. I have a "honey-do" list for him. He's going to wish he was at work. The top of the list is mowing the lawn. Well, it's not all that bad, really. I think.

But tonight we're going to veg out with a DVD movie, complete with sodas and popcorn, then do some serious cuddling.

Sandi

Ralph decided that he wanted in on the cuddling last night. We didn't fight it. We weren't going for sex, and having a purry furry friend in the mix was actually fun. But I think our days of sleeping in and just letting the sun wake us up are over. Ralph has definite ideas about when his breakfast should be served.

Tim figured as long as he's up early anyway, he might as well get started on yard work while it's cool out. I'm planning meals for when our company is here, but it's a little early to stock up on groceries for that. Tim says he wants to take me out to supper tonight. That's one less meal to plan.

So overall, it looks like a pretty routine day. No big excitement so far to report.

Sandi