Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Once I have the perfect litter chosen, better food for them is next. I don't want to have Bitty Girl as fat as them especially since she will likely not grow into a long cat like her brothers. Any recommendations?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Logan is the alpha male of the bunch. He's also cross-eyed which has something to do with the little siamese in him. He's a great cat but doesn't know the concept of personal space.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
So, maybe I'll head out to the carniceria, or meat market, (kar-knee-say-ree-uh spanish lesson) and buy some meat and make me some tacos on Sunday.
Daily 80s Reference: I love A Fish Called Wanda. It's hilarious and incredibly quotable. However, aside from the doggie deaths, Otto's, "Don't call me stupid" and "Asshole!" lines, Jamie Lee Curtis's amazing bod and cleavage, my favorite line and scene is when Wanda apologizes to Ken for Otto's behavior telling him, "Sorry about my brother. Dad used to beat him." and Ken replies with a quiet yet incredibly happy, "Good" makes me laugh each and every time. The satisfaction on his face does it for me.
Also, I tend to use Archie Leach as my name when commenting on topics in some communities.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Slowly he developed numerous UTIs and then liver disease and jaundice. Putting him down was the worst decision (but one of the best) I have ever made yet I was determined to not let my boy die alone. I held him as they made him sleep and it was then that I cried so hard that, to this day, I have no idea how I slept that night. The life of a pet owner is hard and while I still shudder at what I had to do, I know he's ok and no longer dying a painful death before my eyes. Apolo and Logan really missed him. They would go room to room searching for him and crying out at the same time. Since he loved being outside, we buried him in the yard yet, when we recently moved, Boochie was our first thought. We didn't want him staying at a home where his momma no longer would be staying at. So, our good friend Jorge, dug him up and put him in a box. We then took him to the vet and had him cremated. Now he sits on my desk in the box the company who cremated him so lovingly arranged for me. I am still searching for the perfect little urn/box to hold him in. I was surprised that his ashes amount to the size of a small quail egg. All that love is now a tiny pile of ashes and it pains me to see it everyday yet I laugh from all the teeth marks Bitty Girl has left as she likes to chew things. Boochie is the only pet I have ever euthanized and, it is through that experience that has prepared me should anyone else need it.
Sigh, the challenges of being a pet owner is learning when to say good bye.
I'm suddenly in the mood to watch Clash of the Titans, 80s version as well as Say Anything with a young John Cusack. After watching Hot Tub Time Machine, I never realized just how tall he is.
"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen."
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I'm sad that the other one didn't work out too well but at least I had a coupon for it. This one is on sale.
Requisite 80s Reference: In staying with the cat litter talk, remember Police Academy and the one cop who lived in filth? He ate cereal and found cat poop in there and just scooped it out and flung it yet continued to eat the cereal. "Bunky!" That was gross.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
OMG, that is a bucket in the background. I'm unsure if it harbors a plant but it wouldn't surprise me. We are Mexican like that.
So, having reminisced about cereal, I bid a heartfelt "I'm out!" to it. (Unless I can find one that doesn't spike my sugar so much.)
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I could quote this movie all day long. Hmmm, I wonder if they have a Scene-It Back to the Future? BTW, Hot Tub Time Machine, yo!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Currently we use Tidy Cats as our litter but it can create such a dusty mess that it kind of grosses me out. Besides, I feel so icky throwing away those pails right into the dumpster. The other day I was telling the BNC that we might just have to switch litter brands to the ones that come in carton boxes. However, while searching in vain for food at the Target that would sustain me until dinner when again I would find myself wandering around endlessly, I came across these two. I'm thinking of switching. They are greener for the environment and no dust (well, maybe less but less is better in this instance). So, once my current box starts running low, I'm giong to make the switch.
She was a challenge those first 2 weeks. Apolo hated her and Logan hated being nibbled on by her but they came around. I had to have her in our bedroom and bathroom during the day so she wouldn't get into trouble downstairs. Also, she was still being bottle fed.
And now, look at her. She has been a complete joy to have around. One that nibbles on your feet, tears up stuff, sits on the counter, hangs from the curtains, has no fear (except for the vaccuum cleaner) and plays with water. She still suckles her bear, and in her sleep, and that, alone, breaks my heart yet we love her immensely. My own little Basement Cat.