I have been neglecting this blog again. I doubt anyone besides my mom has noticed. Still, I figured it’s about time I get into the rhythm of things again.
I’ll be redesigning the website at some point, and there’s not much point in doing that without new content.
So what have I been up to? A lot.
Zura was perched on the railing of my loft, surveying her kingdom from above–as feline overlords (or overladies) do. She was having a photogenic morning, so I snapped this photo.
Then I dared to touch the royal fur and was reprimanded with the growl of displeasure. I guess I deserved it.
When cats get bored, they get curious.
And by curious, I mean stupid.
Behold, a cat who has never gotten himself stuck in a tree managed to find an indoor equivalent.
Per the trope, he couldn’t get himself down.
My cat Zura has dedicated her life to three things: Sleeping, eating, and hating on my other cat, Disco. But the third thing is a total act. As much as she acts like she despises him, I know in her heart, beneath all that thick, orange, floofy fur, is a kernel of affection for him. They sleep together and, when Zura is feeling particularly generous, she gives him a bath.
If that’s not cat love, I don’t know what is.
Over the past few weeks, I have been largely absent from the world because I have achieved a new level of busy. Some of it was my doing. Some of it was life pummeling me with lemons faster than I can make lemonade.
I’m not even that big of a lemonade fan.
I went to Capclave last weekend and one of the items for sale in the Silent Auction was an inflatable unicorn horn for cats. This item is one that could only come from the dastardly minds of Archie McPhee, the same folks who brought you cocktail squids, yodeling bacon, and the avenging unicorn playset.
So after giving two bucks to charity, I became the proud owner of the latest and greatest cat torture device. As you can see by the pictures below, it was well worth the money. Or at least I thought is was. Disco and Zura had different opinions.
For most of my life, I’ve been a morning person. When that alarm went off in the morning, I sprung out of bed like the teacher’s pet I was, eager to tackle a new day of school.
In college my pattern shifted somewhat. I didn’t get up at 5:30 like I did in high school. But I didn’t go to bed at 9PM either. I got a good midnight to 7:30 AM schedule going. My commute in college consisted of a 15 minute walk though. No motorized vehicles involved whatsoever.
These days I trend towards being a night owl, without the amount of sleep time I had in college. You see, in college I didn’t have to make my own breakfast. I could also roll out of bed and throw on some jeans with a t-shirt. I didn’t have to think about picking out clothes very much.
I want to be a morning person again. I never used to struggle with getting out of bed. I never used to hit the snooze button five times. I never left the house without crossing something off my to-do list.
The current state of our politics may be very dismal down here in North Carolina, but that hasn’t stopped North Carolinians from being Wicked Awesome in other ways. Take the dedicated volunteers at the Wake County SPCA. They put together an epic video set to my favorite ABBA song that encourages people to “take a chance” on adopting a shelter dog or cat.
Disco and Zura are both shelter animals (I got them at Paws4Ever), so I love that all these volunteers pooled their creativity to make this video happen for the stray dogs and cats of North Carolina. Watch the Wicked Awesome video below and consider positively reinforcing their work with a donation.
Things I have done since my last post on September 19, 2013 (NOTE: if you read through the entire list, the best cat picture is at the very end.):
- Performed in three improv shows
- Saw one of my best friends get married
- Celebrated Christmas with my mother and sister in NY
- Learned how to program CSS
I’ve been refreshing the news pretty steadily since yesterday morning. I worked nowhere near the Navy Yard during my time in DC, but I know someone who does. He’s alive and well. Like the rest of us, he’s waiting to find out who didn’t make it home.
I imagine there’s going to be a lot of talk about guns over the next few days. Because the victims were likely adults and the gunman decided to attack a naval base, I doubt the conversation will have the same intensity that it did after Newton. But one question will still be there.