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Creepy Kitty

I almost had a cat once. The funny thing is, I did not choose this cat. The cat chose me.

(Beware of stray kitties who love attention. It’s just as bad as giving them food.)

There was a stray black cat who wandered around our neighborhood. No collar was found on him, and he didn’t look like a regular. He would nap on the porches of other homes, but for whatever reason, he really liked out house.

Most of the time you could find him napping on the windowsill near the living room. In the beginning he would stare me down, almost like a dare: “Bet you’re too scared to kick me off of here ’cause I’m a cat and may slice you with my claws.” I called his bluff a few days later and tentatively put my hand up against the screen. He sniffed it, found the scent acceptable, and proceeded to rub up against the part of the screen my hand touched.

That was my first mistake. He soon figured out that I spent a good deal of my afternoons in the living room and would wait patiently for hours until I acknowledged his presence. Gradually he became comfortable and would meow angrily if I did not show up at my normal time.

Eventually he figured out that there were other ways of reaching me. He would settle down underneath the bench on the front porch and wait for me to walk in or out of the house. I would pet him, he would attempt to squeeze past me when the door was open and try to invite himself in. When I started taking the back porch route, he learned to climb over the fence and would either sit atop the barbecue lid or scale the fence to reach the patio roof.

I had an official stalker for a good three months. My dog took absolutely no notice of the cat and let him meow to his heart’s content. Exasperated at the turn of events, I took to calling the cat “Creepy Kitty.” The cat was delighted with his name and would actually come to me if I called him by that name.

I have to admit, this cat was cute. Sleek, black, with green eyes, he made the perfect Halloween/Friday the 13th kitty. If he wasn’t so needy, I probably would have put a collar on him and bought kitty dishes.

One rainy Friday the 13th, I actually wandered around the neighborhood sans umbrella looking for Creepy Kitty. There were some middle school boys close by, and although I’d never heard of them being punks, I didn’t want to risk the chance of them grabbing a hold of Creepy Kitty and doing something crazy. Fifteen damp minutes later, I was carrying him back to the house to keep in the garage until the next morning.

Obviously I never took Creepy Kitty in (otherwise everyone would be subjected to my cat pictures). Thanks to the ever growing hearts of my neighbors directly across from me, they took him in and made him a brother to another stray cat rescued 3 years before. Sadly, Creepy Kitty was renamed Inky.

I am not much of a cat person, but I will admit, I do miss his howling for attention directly underneath my bedroom window.

Creepy Kitty

new year's day 2009

I had gone for months without eating any real Japanese food. On January 1st, I caught up in the span of four hours.

My sodium levels must be through the roof.

He Was Such A Trouper…

One of the best (and possibly worst) ideas I had while running a fever during high school:



I finally popped my New Year’s Eve cherry last night in the company of babesmcphee and Baroness Heather. The three of us headed over to watch Fast and Loose over at Sacred Fools. A bonus of the evening: Mr. Holmes would be performing in one of the eight short plays. (I always enjoy eye candy when I’m going to the theatre.)

It was a lot of firsts for me: my first New Year’s Eve out with friends, my first countdown to the new year with a crowd, my first new year toast, my first new year’s kiss from a stranger… If I had been at prom, I would have come home with my makeup smeared, hair tousled, corsage lightly bruised, and my gown crumpled. As strange as the evening was, I came out whole and with my integrity still intact.

It’s now a bit after 1 PM and I have yet to start my traditional New Year’s food binge. Happy New Year to you all!

A 90’s Kind of Weekend

KROQ had a 90’s weekend all Thanksgiving weekend long.

Can I tell you I have not listened to the radio (and actual radio, not streaming from the internet) like that since high school? They were playing ALL of the hits from the 90’s and it completely transported me back to the days of Doc Martens, jeans with holes in the knee, flannel, and Kool-Aid dyed hair.

It was enough to almost make me go back to my older user name, jaded_snow. And there’s a ton of history behind that one.

But that’s for another post.

Better Late…

Almost forgot to post today. But when you’ve spent the day baking 4 dozen buttermilk biscuits, I think you’re allowed some slack.

Real post tomorrow, I promise.

What I’m Thankful For: Bonus Edition

One of the things that always has me heaving a sigh of relief is the fact that I no longer work retail. And even though the store I was employed with was not one to be mobbed, it was still a pain in the ass to work on Black Friday.

I am thankful that my family does not carry the shopping trait. While we look for sales as often as the next person, we don’t have that urge to get up at 3 to wait for a store to open at 4.

What I’m Thankful For Pt. 7

Hey, it’s Thanksgiving! Which means only so many more days until Christmas, so many more days until the day after Christmas, and so many more days until we bid 2009 farewell and tuck it away in the back of our sock drawer.

On this day of Giving Thanks, I am insanely grateful that my family loves food and loves to eat.

Day 330: Thanksgiving
This stove has cooked many a Thanksgiving Dinner for the past 30 years.

I have been drinking protein shakes and visiting the gym every day prior to this event so I don’t have to work out as hard as I would need to afterwards. When your family cooks two turkeys, has a variety of side dishes from stuffing to sushi, and finishes with six different kinds of desserts, you HAVE to parepare. Especially if you are prone to the after-dinner-before-dessert nap:

The Capital Letter K (my dad), burning the carbs and patiently waiting for the coffee to brew.

What I’m Thankful For Pt. 6

I’m thankful for all of you who read my blog. It means a lot to me that someone else besides me visits every now and then.

What I’m Thankful For Pt. 5

I am thankful I finally found a pair of jeans that fit that do not cost an arm and a leg:

born to fit

Seriously, these jeans fit like a glove. It’s been a long time since I praised pants that came from the GAP, but I am singing my praises to the high heavens.