7 posts tagged “cats”
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NaBloPoMo always reduces me to posting cat pictures at least once, so I figured I'd get it over with. This is Nala, enjoying her favorite spot in the whole wide world. Tim is most definitely "her" human, and she's made that quite clear. In contrast, I have been "marked" as Pippen's human. Meanwhile, Stitch is far too powerful and important to have time for lowly minions such as ourselves. I'm pretty sure she has bigger plans--like, say, world domination. And eating. She likes eating.
It's been a pretty blah weekend, to be honest. I should be happy, but I'm hovering somewhere between indifference and the blues. I think I might be a tad hormonal, as evidenced by the fact that I burst into tears over a hard-boiled egg because that bitch wouldn't peel properly! And no one likes a lumpy hard-boiled egg! Grr.
Yes, this is one of those days that's really only good for one thing--the knowledge that, eventually, I will get to go to bed and sleep, and hopefully tomorrow will be brighter. And with that, dear Internets, I bid you goodnight!
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Huh blog wha? I'm sorry, but I'm busy watching my cat contort himself into some of the most unusual napping positions. I don't know how he manages to sleep with both hind legs straight up in the air.
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It's looking suspiciously like the end of the year, what with all the white stuff on the ground and the holiday lights twinkling in the windows. It's hard to believe that tomorrow begins 2008. Where did 2007 go?
Here's where...
1) This was the year of Big Commitments. Tim and I bought a house and got married (and in the same month, no less!) so I think those two events tie for Most Significant Event of 2007.
2) As for photography, this was a good year in terms of productivity (as evidenced in the amount of work in the portfolio and at Flickr). I set a goal for myself in February, that I would do one photo shoot per month for six months. I completed that goal within a slightly different (read: longer) time frame (thanks to certain distractions--see #1) and I think the results are fantastic... and by that I don't necessarily mean the photos themselves, but the fact that I'm enjoying photography again.
3) As extra motivation for #2, I opened an Etsy shop where I sell prints of my photos. So far Etsy has been a great experience, though sometimes I'm genuinely surprised that people actually buy my art. I need to work on the self-confidence thing, but hey, that's what therapy is for.
4) We got a(nother) kitten! Apparently two cats weren't enough. He's giving us a run for our money (as evidenced by the fact that my poor hands are practically plaid, all criss-crossed with kitty claw marks), but it's a cute and fuzzy run.
As for the holiday festivities, we had a good time with both our respective families, and there was far too much deliciously fattening food to be had. Note to self: Find and purchase a used treadmill. You need it.
My one and only new year's resolution is to continue on the one-photo-shoot-per-month (but no pressure!) schedule. It seemed to work well enough last year!
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It's the kind of gray November day that's best for chili (Tim fired up the Crock-Pot) and a good book. Mmm, yes, it's been an excellent day, and it's always good news when there's the rest of a long weekend still ahead.
The obligatory crazy cat lady update: Pippen is quite at home with us. His favorite place is curled up on my shoulder, with his butt tucked snugly under my chin (he makes a nice scarf!) and he purrs on demand. We're smitten with our kitten!
The girls still aren't impressed with him, but they're friendly with us, so I think they'll adjust in good time. We've had help from treats, lots and lots of treats. I'm pretty sure Nala and Stitch would have suffocated us in our sleep already if it hadn't been for their lack of opposable thumbs and being unable to open the treat jar.
Also: I found plugins for WordPress that allow me to cross-post to my Livejournal AND Myspace blogs in addition to Vox! No man, woman, or child will be free from my incessant rambling. Is there anything WordPress can't do? Does anyone know of a good plugin that will mop my floors?
(There are four more 5x7 prints up for grabs! See here if you missed yesterday's blog.)
More cute kitty pictures here. These are the select few where he's actually sitting still--he had a lot of extra energy to burn off during our visit last Friday. He'll keep our older kitties on their toes!
We've tentatively changed his named from Ichabod to Pippen (aka Pipsqueak, aka Pip)... but it could change again before we bring him home! The poor kitty will have an identity crisis before he's 10 weeks old.
So now that I've committed myself to this whole NaBloPoMo thing, I actually have to, you know, write stuff. And I thought, "Gee, what the heck am I going to write about? I need a subject!"
The S.O. solved that problem today, when he flooded my e-mail inbox with photos of puppies and kittens from PetFinder.com. Sites like PetFinder should be banned to people like me who have no resistance when it comes to small fuzzy things.
And hey, even better! All those adorable animals just happen to be from the local Humane Society, which means we should go look at them!
Now, we've been pretty comfortable with our two-cat family for several years. We adopted Nala and Stitch when they were kittens and now they're playful, affectionate, tear-around-the-house types at 5-and-a-half and 5 years old, respectively. They get along well, and while we'd gladly adopt a farmhouse full of cats if allowed, we've been wary of upsetting the delicate balance.
Well, delicate balance be damned, because T & I can't visit an animal shelter without falling in love, and there are so many kittens and cats there who need homes. And hey, what's one more, right?
So, because I have no willpower, we will be picking up Ichabod II* (Icky, for short) from the shelter on Thursday. He's an 8-week-old kitten with a pure white coat and quite a voice. He's the last of his litter, and he looked so lonely in his kennel... as soon as he saw us, he started crying and rubbing against the bars. When we picked him up, he crawled up on our shoulders and purred, and... we didn't stand a chance.
Nala and Stitch will be displeased with the new addition at first, but there is plenty of room in the house for all three cats to hide in separate corners--or heck, they can each have their own floor! We'll introduce them slowly and go from there.
I admit, I feel a little bad for adopting a kitten instead of an adult cat. I know that the adult cats have a more difficult time finding homes, but I think integrating another adult with our two would be difficult. My hope is that Nala or Stitch will be more apt to befriend Icky because he's still a baby and therefore less of a threat.
Pictures coming forthwith! We're going back to the shelter to visit our new kitty for a few minutes this evening before heading north for the weekend. And now I will have something to blog about, even if it's just pictures of a cute Icky!
*Not his official name yet. His shelter name was Sirius (as in the cloud, hah), but we're not big on that one. I'm not entirely sold on Ichabod, either, but Tim loves it and is standing firm. It's Ichabod II because Ichabod was a kitty from my childhood. I have reserves about re-naming, but we'll see.
I think I need to go back to bed. This crappy April weather fried my brain.
Case in point: I forgot my work laptop's power adapter at home. This being the power adapter for the laptop that randomly shuts itself off if it's not always plugged in, and has been known to tell me there are four hours of battery life left where there are really only three minutes. (Thankfully I have a wonderful significant other who drove the fifteen miles back home to grab the power adapter for me, because he's nice like that. I love him. Have I mentioned that? LOVE him.)
Second case in point: It's 11:00 a.m. and I'm already starving. I decide to heat up my soup for lunch. I do this, and get it back to my desk, ready to dig in... and realize I don' t have a spoon. Anywhere. The office kitchen does not have a spoon - only knives and forks. So I am here at my desk, slurping my soup as quietly as possible, and hoping that my coworkers won't notice my tomato soup mustache, or how carefully I'm eating the chunky bits with a fork.
Third case in point: Starting tonight, we're watching our landlady's cats for a few days while she and her husband visit family out of state. Yesterday evening I got into bed, all ready to sleep, and realized I couldn't remember her cats' names. At all. And as I racked my sleep-deprived brain for possible clues (because I knew I wasn't going to sleep until I could remember) the only things I came up with were the names of Teletubbies.
Teletubbies. What. The. Fuck?
And then I started second-guessing myself on their feeding schedule, too - was it one tablespoon morning and night, or two? Two tablespoons each, or just two, total? Shit.
Let's hope she left a note, or she might come back to extraordinarily fat and/or skinny cats that only answer to Tinky Winky and Po.
Fourth case in point: I was telling the S.O. about the third point last night when we somehow got on the subject of "alternative ways" to dry a wet cat. Don't ask.
Him: You could always hang them up by the scruffs of their necks to dry.
Me: What, like on a clothesline?
Him: Yeah.
Me: That's animal cruelty!
Me: ... I mean, it's so much faster to use the dryer.
