Here’s our house guest that may end up staying permanently. See why we had to take her?
You have to ignore all the crap in the background. It’s mostly stuff from the previous owners still. We haven’t gotten around to cleaning out the basement yet, but we had to keep her down there because we have a strict no fleas in the main living area rule.
Okay, now on to the cuteness.
If you thought I was a crazy, cat lady before, then hold onto your tails. I’m even more of one now. I’m certainly not more ladylike, and I was already tipping the crazy scale so that just leaves one more possibility. I’ll give you a hint. It’s furry, has a tail, says “meow” and it’s a cat. I was never good at playing those guessing games.
We went to a friend’s house tonight, and there to greet us outside was the sweetest little tortoise shell. She (we think) seemed to think that we were her new best friends (though she didn’t give us one of those best friends, half circle necklaces. I’ll believe that we’re her new best friends when I see the cold, hard, dangling evidence). As we went into the party, we said that we’d take her home if she was still out there when we left. When we came out, and she was right by our car, we knew that we were leaving with quite the party favor.
We’re not in the habit of just picking up animals, but she is really skinny and her hair is all matted up. We figure that we’ll get her cleaned up, get her a new do (we’re thinking the “Posh”) and see if she’s been microchipped.
If we find out that she doesn’t already have a home, that she’s not got Feline Leukemia and that she is, in fact, a she, we will most likely be welcoming Tilly into our lives.
I’m pretty convinced that Zoey is a trans-species cat. That’s right, he’s a dog trapped in a cat’s body. He’s got a dog-like appetite, rolls on his back so you’ll rub his tummy and he begs to play like a dog.
They have one of those sticks with a string connected to a toy on the end. At some point, he detoyed the stick, but now he likes it even more. He uses his pathetic sounding meow to lure you into his snare of amusement. I’m pretty sure he’s addicted, and I’m afraid I’m going to have to look into support groups. I’ve got the evidence for his intervention. Take a look/listen:
Since half of my friends are pregnant right now, I hear a lot about babies and baby names (and I don’t drink the water). Actually, just a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting with three mothers to be, and they were discussing the fact that they won’t be sharing name possibilities prior to the babies’ births. I guess they don’t want people giving their two cents. I can understand that, but I think it would be way fun if they had a good time with it.
“At this point, we’re really leaning towards Hans Solo.”
or
“His grandmother’s name was Lenore, and my grandmother’s name was Whilma, so we’re combining them. It’ll be Whore if it’s a girl, and our top boy name right now is Adolf.”
Yesterday Brandon added another candle to his cake, which means we entered that 2 1/2 month period where it seems like we’re only six years apart (They don’t call me the Butch Cassidy of the cradle for nothin’).
My family adores Brandon, so it wasn’t a big surprise when they sent him a birthday card. My parents are both fairly intelligent people, but the card they sent was a prime example of the importance of punctuation. The personal note read:
“Were so proud to have you as part of our family.”
I wonder how they feel about him now.
You know you have a good friend if you are willing to screech like a monkey for them. I suppose most of you are thinking that I have yet to do this for you, and I will let you come to your own conclusion on our relationship. In the meanwhile, take a look at this video that my friend, Watson (the deviant monk), made.
You always hear about the trick about the lady being sawed in half when talking about magicians, but I tried that and nobody clapped. It would be nice if somebody mentioned that the trick was in putting her back together BEFORE I started. Details, people! I need details!
The above was just a passing thought in my ever dreaming head. No ladies (or saws) were hurt in the making of that post.
I suppose Brandon and I think alike, because we both wanted to put music up on our blogs today. So if you are hungry for some music, please be our guests. It’s all you can listen, and Brandon’s got a smorgasbord over on his site. I’m featuring a menu full of female singers today.
For your appetizer, I’ll be serving some Brandi Carlile. Chances are that if you watch Grey’s Anatomy or GM commercials (you know… for fun), then you have heard her. She’s got a strong voice and is somewhat folksy. Here’s a little bit of “The Story” in its acoustic version:
And now for the main dish. It shouldn’t surprise you that I’m going with Over the Rhine. Though the band features both Karin and her husband Linford, Karin definitely is the voice of the band. I’ve recently decided to take on the mission of promoting this band until they are bigger than the Jonas Brothers (or at least a brother… maybe even one of those Nelson twins). So take a listen, if you don’t like them, I’d suggest getting your hearing check (if not your brain).
And for a little dessert, here is some Sam Phillips. I don’t have her newest album, but A Boot and A Shoe is brilliant. The You Tube selection isn’t great on her, so you get a good recording set to pictures. It’s still very tasty. Enjoy!
If you’re still hungry, I suggest going over to Brandon’s blog.
So, also at the store yesterday, I saw one of those celebrity magazines that had a cover story of “The Secret Double Life of Miley Cyrus.” I wondered if they were just finding out that she’s also Hannah Montana. Guess the cat’s out of the bag on that one.
Brandon and I stopped by Target tonight to pick something up from the deli for dinner.
Me: What did you get?
Brandon: Buffalo chicken wrap.
Me: Me too!
That’s why we’re married. You know that old saying…
Brandon: The couple that wraps together stays together.
Me: Yeah, you try telling that to Salt or Pepa.