Friday, May 25, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
"Put a smile on..."
So I've hung out with my dad quite a bit lately...and that's done wonders for my mood. Simply because the man is HILARIOUS!
Laughter heals.
So in the spirit of happier times, I'd like to post a tribute to Sink Kitties.
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What is it about cats? They've all got their own idiosyncrasies and such...but there are also things that are uniquely feline and apply to all cats -- like sleeping in sunbeams, climbing as high as they can, and curling up in tiny corners.
Today I discovered that they also love hanging out in the bathroom sink. They don't
sleep there...it's not a place where they go to conk out. They literally hang out and contemplate life, I guess. Or maybe it's the cool....
Anyway, feel free to send me your Sink Kitties. Here are a few of my favorites:
I'll start with my little monkey Jasper:
And then there's Suzanne's Sink Kitty:
Here is Manisha's Sink Kitty:
And here are some that Lynn discovered...even though they are not her Sink Kitties:
Like I said, if you have a Sink Kitty, send it along and I'll post him/her on the site :)
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So, just out of curiosity I did a google search for "sink kitty" and here's what came up. I'm amazed...sort of.
I guess sometimes they *do* sleep:
This one looks a little annoyed about the interruption:
This is Billy:
This one barely fits:
This one is too big to fit in the bathroom sink, so he graduated to the kitchen sink:
Laughter heals.
So in the spirit of happier times, I'd like to post a tribute to Sink Kitties.
---
What is it about cats? They've all got their own idiosyncrasies and such...but there are also things that are uniquely feline and apply to all cats -- like sleeping in sunbeams, climbing as high as they can, and curling up in tiny corners.
Today I discovered that they also love hanging out in the bathroom sink. They don't
sleep there...it's not a place where they go to conk out. They literally hang out and contemplate life, I guess. Or maybe it's the cool....
Anyway, feel free to send me your Sink Kitties. Here are a few of my favorites:
I'll start with my little monkey Jasper:
And then there's Suzanne's Sink Kitty:
Here is Manisha's Sink Kitty:
And here are some that Lynn discovered...even though they are not her Sink Kitties:
Like I said, if you have a Sink Kitty, send it along and I'll post him/her on the site :)
-------
So, just out of curiosity I did a google search for "sink kitty" and here's what came up. I'm amazed...sort of.
I guess sometimes they *do* sleep:
This one looks a little annoyed about the interruption:
This is Billy:
This one barely fits:
This one is too big to fit in the bathroom sink, so he graduated to the kitchen sink:
Friday, May 18, 2007
Update:
Everyone is fine. I woke up with the three of them cuddled up with me this morning.
Apparently peace plant lilies are not "true lilies"--so it causes GI distress but no liver toxicity. I still had to wake up a few times during the night to make sure they were alive and not puking up more plant bits.
sigh
No more drama for a while, please.
And please...if you ever want to get me something...get me a nice pen or a bottle of wine or a gift certificate to Target or I-tunes. Just no.more.peace.plants.
Everyone is fine. I woke up with the three of them cuddled up with me this morning.
Apparently peace plant lilies are not "true lilies"--so it causes GI distress but no liver toxicity. I still had to wake up a few times during the night to make sure they were alive and not puking up more plant bits.
sigh
No more drama for a while, please.
And please...if you ever want to get me something...get me a nice pen or a bottle of wine or a gift certificate to Target or I-tunes. Just no.more.peace.plants.
Fuck fuck fuck!!! FUCK!!
No, that's not a joke. I'm mid-freak out and it's too late to call anyone.
One of the cats ate the flowers off a peace lily plant that I just brought home. It was a gift. And I left it in the dining room because usually they don't eat plants. Tucker has been known to chew on leaves but they don't eat flowers.
I even had a huge peace plant for a while, and they never touched it. But now I come home and there's puke on the floor that's got three (three!!) flowers in it. The plant's all chewed up...and I don't know who did the chewing.
So why am I freaking out? Well, it's because these plants are poisonous to cats. As in toxic. As in bad things can happen to a cat if it eats one...*especially* the flowers. The flowers are the *worst* part.
I had to call Animal Poison Control. They charge you $55 for a phone call before they can tell you whether or not your cat just ingested something that could kill it. And you pay it because you're scared that your animal is going to start having seizures and die.
There's nothing I can do. What's done is done and now I just need to watch and wait and try to intervene if someone takes a bad turn.
Man! This is the last thing I need right now. I *don't* need another reason to lose sleep at night. I don't need another thing to scare the hell out of me. I don't need to lose another cat.
I hate this. Fragile things break...so we're careful with them. Why don't we get the same break? When we are fragile, why can't Life be a little more considerate? Mom was right when she said that Life wasn't fair...but I wish that the bad things could be spaced apart a little bit more...and not one on top of the other.
Motherfucker.
No, that's not a joke. I'm mid-freak out and it's too late to call anyone.
One of the cats ate the flowers off a peace lily plant that I just brought home. It was a gift. And I left it in the dining room because usually they don't eat plants. Tucker has been known to chew on leaves but they don't eat flowers.
I even had a huge peace plant for a while, and they never touched it. But now I come home and there's puke on the floor that's got three (three!!) flowers in it. The plant's all chewed up...and I don't know who did the chewing.
So why am I freaking out? Well, it's because these plants are poisonous to cats. As in toxic. As in bad things can happen to a cat if it eats one...*especially* the flowers. The flowers are the *worst* part.
I had to call Animal Poison Control. They charge you $55 for a phone call before they can tell you whether or not your cat just ingested something that could kill it. And you pay it because you're scared that your animal is going to start having seizures and die.
There's nothing I can do. What's done is done and now I just need to watch and wait and try to intervene if someone takes a bad turn.
Man! This is the last thing I need right now. I *don't* need another reason to lose sleep at night. I don't need another thing to scare the hell out of me. I don't need to lose another cat.
I hate this. Fragile things break...so we're careful with them. Why don't we get the same break? When we are fragile, why can't Life be a little more considerate? Mom was right when she said that Life wasn't fair...but I wish that the bad things could be spaced apart a little bit more...and not one on top of the other.
Motherfucker.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Wrap Your Arms Around Me
So I've been gone for a while from the blogworld. I tried. I really tried.
But I had somewhat of a crisis--not like "the world came crashing down on me" crisis, but some very unnerving news. And until you get news like that, you just don't know how you'll ever react. It truly changes the way you go about your day...and it takes a lot to process.
And as I was processing (and I still am processing), my ability to express anything was completely dammed up. I tried--lots of times--to put it all into words. But I couldn't write or say or sing/sign/draw anything that could help me make sense of it all. I could just cry and stay awake at night. And so that's what I did. That's what I've been doing.
But I actually don't want to talk about that. I don't want to recount it or relive it at all.
What I do want to talk about is the fact that I've had some precious moments because of (or maybe in spite of) all this.
I am constantly amazed at the things and the people that console when Life decides to deliver a swift kick to the gut. It's never what you expect--it's never who you thought who provides comfort.
There are, of course, the usual suspects--your people--who show right up and bookend you so you don't fall all over the place. And I love them for that. I'm so lucky to have that.
But there are also the small gestures and the simple acts of kindness from some folks you wouldn't expect--and they have a bigger impact that one would ever imagine.
Who could anticipate that a walk and an ice cream sandwich would be so soothing? Or that that a kind note and a girly night out would help get you on more even ground?
When I reflect on the last two or so weeks, those are the things that jump out to me. It surprises me that they were just as comforting as the support a close friend can (and did) provide. Those are the things that you can grasp--they're what's tangible when your whole world is swimming around.
Bad things happen. And you go numb. But people reach out, and you can still feel it.
And that's what you remember. You don't remember the shock or the numb or the desperation.
You remember the ice cream sandwich and the way the sun felt on your face. And the sweetness of a good friend regularly checking in. You remember the ginger creme anglais and swooning over Jude Law.
I will always be thankful that there are simple things like dessert and sunshine to lift one's spirits. But I'm mostly thankful for the people who reach out and so kindly gift them.
But I had somewhat of a crisis--not like "the world came crashing down on me" crisis, but some very unnerving news. And until you get news like that, you just don't know how you'll ever react. It truly changes the way you go about your day...and it takes a lot to process.
And as I was processing (and I still am processing), my ability to express anything was completely dammed up. I tried--lots of times--to put it all into words. But I couldn't write or say or sing/sign/draw anything that could help me make sense of it all. I could just cry and stay awake at night. And so that's what I did. That's what I've been doing.
But I actually don't want to talk about that. I don't want to recount it or relive it at all.
What I do want to talk about is the fact that I've had some precious moments because of (or maybe in spite of) all this.
I am constantly amazed at the things and the people that console when Life decides to deliver a swift kick to the gut. It's never what you expect--it's never who you thought who provides comfort.
There are, of course, the usual suspects--your people--who show right up and bookend you so you don't fall all over the place. And I love them for that. I'm so lucky to have that.
But there are also the small gestures and the simple acts of kindness from some folks you wouldn't expect--and they have a bigger impact that one would ever imagine.
Who could anticipate that a walk and an ice cream sandwich would be so soothing? Or that that a kind note and a girly night out would help get you on more even ground?
When I reflect on the last two or so weeks, those are the things that jump out to me. It surprises me that they were just as comforting as the support a close friend can (and did) provide. Those are the things that you can grasp--they're what's tangible when your whole world is swimming around.
Bad things happen. And you go numb. But people reach out, and you can still feel it.
And that's what you remember. You don't remember the shock or the numb or the desperation.
You remember the ice cream sandwich and the way the sun felt on your face. And the sweetness of a good friend regularly checking in. You remember the ginger creme anglais and swooning over Jude Law.
I will always be thankful that there are simple things like dessert and sunshine to lift one's spirits. But I'm mostly thankful for the people who reach out and so kindly gift them.
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