Wild Thing, Part 2
Our little Maggie Cat keeps showing more and more personality. She wants so badly to be just like Mia. Mia can jump high and is graceful, never knocking anything over. Today, Maggie tried to jump to the top of our bookshelves, which are about one foot from the ceiling. She didn't quite make it and ended up hanging to the edge for dear life.
Another new favorite past time for Maggie is to hide behind a blanket that is draped over the side of the couch. As long as her face is hidden, Maggie thinks no one can see her. When an unsuspecting victim walks by, she may just pounce on his or her foot. Or she may get scared and run under the couch, you never know.
Shorts...too...tight
I went for a ride with my dad last week. It was great weather, a beautiful day for a ride.
But as I pulled on my shorts and jersey, I realized...they're too tight on my belly. If I pulled them up high, over the tiny bump, it cut off all circulation. If I put it under the tiny bump, the jersey didn't cover my belly. Ugh. This is what I need, for the cheap price of $64.99. I have yet to find a maternity jersey, though.
Neurotic pets or neurotic pet owners?
With beautiful spring finally here, our cats get a little stir crazy. They fight and wrestle more and are much more active. Corey has thousands of scratches all over his hands from playing too rough. As a way to get some energy out, we put the cats (or the girls, as my friend Kevin likes to call them) on their little leashes and take them out. Mia crouches low to the ground and sits and eats grass. All the while, her ears are perked up, listening for any sign of danger (birds, bugs, any noise) so that she can bolt for the house if she needs to. Little Maggie, however, is our wild woman and she just takes off running in short little bursts. The reason they are short bursts is because her leash is short and she runs to the end of it and then has to wait for us to catch up.
Best Friend
Lots of big changes going on in our lives. First a new job and being done with school, then a baby, and now buying a house. Through all this, it is nice to know that I have my best friend beside me. No matter how screwed up I make things or how messed us I get, he's always there. Accepting me no matter what, loving me no matter what. It's pretty amazing.
Come out, Molly
The most distressing news of the day is a story about an 11-month old cat named Molly who is trapped inside historical buildings in Greenwich Village. Molly is the official mouse catcher for a delicatessen in one of the buildings. She somehow wandered in between the walls and is now unable to get out, despite ongoing rescue efforts. Poor Molly has been in there for 2 weeks, despite efforts such as catnip, treats, bringing in tiny, mewing kittens, and even a dumb pet therapist.
So I'm hoping that my big brother Karl will go over there and see if he can help. Big brothers can do anything.
cat story
Happy Anniversary
My BIG brother and my
little sister are celebrating their 6th anniversary! Yeah for you guys! Love you both and miss you!
A Weekend Celebration
With nursing school over, I find myself missing my buddies who helped get me through that awful mess. After all, I saw them nearly every day for 2 years. Finally, Tamara (the one with bunny ears), Carrie (in the middle), and I went on our planned celebration trip to Chicago to celebrate.
We ate really good food, shopped, saw Rent, and went to the Institute of Art.
On the way home we did some outlet shopping in Michigan city.
Cow Abductions
I guess I didn't realize the size and scope of the problem of cow abductions. But apparently, its a huge worldwide problem. This
website documents the realities of cow abduction.
The site also gives readers tips for avoiding the problem and shows pictures of missing cows.
For those left behind, the sorrow is unbearable.
Get well soon, Ellie
I heard a rumor today that our beloved Ellie is a sick pickle. Its either Leprosy, Consumption, or P-neumonia. Ellie, we all miss you and hope that you get well soon. xoxo
