Look how much they're growing up!
Being in my house now is like being in a minefield. I'm constantly almost stepping on kittens, almost tripping, almost falling. Constant excitement, I'm tellin' ya!
The kittens are crawling up bookshelves, crawling up curtains, crawling up the touch, crawling up my laundry basket..
It's like a nightmare. But, like, a really good one. :)
This is Matt and Andrea's little niece, Ashley. We busied ourselves by putting her beaded necklaces all over Matt's ears and nose. I also taught her how to honk his nose, which she thought was pretty clever. This picture is the best because it captures the exact moment that she realized she could HONK his nose while there were BEADS around it. Could life get any better?
I left my camera at work. I remembered about it, but the stupid power was flickering at that point.. I just spelled that flickring, THANK YOU. (Use the website a little too much, Stace?) So anyway, I was not going to risk getting stuck in an elevator, so alas.. no pictures!
Good thing Matt got some. And Matt is now flickring as well. :D
And I got a lot accomplished during Hurricane Katrina, such as:
1. Cleaned and scrubbed my porch
2. Washed dishes by candlelight
3. Used my divelight to clean the house, washing floors and all
4. Chased Itchy and Scratchy (or Itchy and Flaky, your choice) for, like, an hour. Finally, Itchy ran under some wood that was stacked against the wall. GOOD ENOUGH! I came out a few hours later to check on him and there he was, huddled up with his brother. My heart broke for them for the 784th time. So I brought them food.
5. Chased a skittish Catherine around until she let me pick her up. Sat with her in my bathroom while she cried. Thought better of the whole thing and took her outside to the crawlspace. She ran in. Success!'
6. Got in a fight with my scum cross-the-street neighbors who took to the street once the power went off. To SHOOT BIRDS. I swear. I saw the guy aiming, so I looked at what he could be aiming at and went, "Oh, a street sign. Okay." Then a shot. Then a bird flies away, faltering. The scum low-life neighbors proceed to cackle and slap their hands on their knees. Once I realized what they were doing, I ran over and told them what idiot low-lifes I thought they were. The girl called me a "white bitch" and told me I'd better mind my own business before she punched me in the face. "Real cute." Then I called the cops on them. :)
7. Ate a handsome dinner of cold Twistaroni out of the can.
8. Prepared a budget. Ha ha ha!
9. Took a cold shower. By divelight.
10. Fell asleep after reading approximately one page out of my current book about the Everglades.
I had my phone off most of the evening last night, due to one bar of battery remaining. It died today when talking to my boss. I'm at work now, but will hopefully not be here long as I still don't have power at my house and have some things to take care of in case it's out again tonight. i.e. BUY BATTERIES FOR MY RADIO.
It wasn't so bad. I'll admit, when things were at their worst and I was standing at my door, staring out, it was pretty scary. Tree limbs were falling all over. The wind was howling. Rain was coming down. But after that settled down, it was just like a thunderstorm. In fact, during one of the calm periods, I thought maybe I should go for a jog down to Young Circle to see what post-apocalyptic Hollywood looked like. Then I realized I'd really rather not be the recipient of a posthumous Darwin Award so went back to torturing the Kitten by PETTING HER instead.
This hurricane was supposed to hit up north, toward Palm Beach County, the worst. Instead, it made landfall at very near the Broward-Miami county line. May I state that I am two exits from Miami? Then it passed on to Miami-Dade County. Probably just because Alli was all, "Ha ha, I still have power." KARMA, ALLI, KARMA!!!
So there you have it. My first hurricane. (The others, last year, I hopped over to the west coast for.) :)
so im in it. power went out at 6 or so, in the middle
of x-files. but i have a dive light and some cold
spaghetti, so im fine. the wind is pretty fierce, and
this is just a cat 1. battery is low on cell so thats
all for now!
http://estacey.blogspot.com <-- go look at this. please?
i'd like to know i'm not just writing for myself.
although, of course, i kind of am.
Erh.. 29th! WHY CAN I NOT TYPE THAT NUMBER CORRECTLY?! I MEAN: HAPPY 28th, DAWNY! :)
I don't mean to be a downer, but you do realize this means you'll be 30 in two years. I boggled this the whole time I walked to the store today. 30. Two years. Don't think I'm making fun of you, because my very next thought is: That means I will be 30 in two years. In five months. AGGH!
Anyway, back to the original point: have a great one, baby. You're the sweetest girl ever, yet you always make me feel loved for being bad (you do know we're going to hell, right? but, together). And that's nice too. :) Love you!!!
By the way, I hope someone makes you cake that looks NOTHING LIKE THE ONE IN THE PICTURE! :D
So I am going to HAVE to give them away someday, right? Do you think they make this easy on me? No!
Mini Fluffy, aka Fluffball, was licking my finger the other day. Since I was trying to get them to eat - and having no luck - I thought to dip my finger in the food and let her lick it off. She totally got into it and actually started licking the food. Success! But that was Friday and, so far, she's the only one who's eaten anything. She eats with gusto, though, so I'm hoping the other ones notice...!
Well, last night I was laying on the floor by my bed. They're all under my bed now. I had given them a plate of food, which Fluffball and Mamacat attacked. The other cats just kinda walked through it and stuff. Anyway, while I was laying there, watching the amazingness that is the Kittens, the little black cat came over and started scratching at the shadow of my arm cast on my leg. I was basically in the fetal position. Next thing I know, black cat is cuddled up with me, by my tummy, and sleeping. Great, I thought, as it was about 2 a.m. and I was aiming for bed with a book. Instead, I was laying on the hot, litter-strewn floor by my bed. Dammit.
And it gets worse! Then Fluffball finished eating and came over, right by the black cat. She started doing the comfy-kitty feet thing that Fluffy does all the time.. He walks around on the bed, stomping his feet.. like the paw thing, but moving.. She apparently was very tired as she kept blinking... then falling asleep.. then falling down and smacking her face on the floor, so she'd be startled awake and the whole thing would happen over again. I took pity on her and put my hand under her head. She snuggled down on it and went to sleep. So there I was, spooning with a tiny black cat and my hand propping Fluffball's head up. I was so so so not comfortable but so so so did not care; life does not get any sweeter than that.
Finally, I realized I couldn't stay there all night, so I gently set Fluffball's head down and she kept sleeping.. I saw that under my hand, she had crossed her little arms to go to sleep. It was about the cutest thing I had ever seen.
I love that they like people off the bat. They have no reason to like me at this point; it's been Mama giving them all their food. But they do mosey on over if I sit down by them. They do curl up to sleep by me. It's great.
So anyway, once I sat up, I saw my purse (and therefore camera) were in reach, so I snapped this picture.. And I love the picture, because it captured a memory, not just a moment. :)
The cutest dog ever, all two pounds of him! His name was Louie and all I could think when I held him is that he was full-grown yet just a wee bit bigger than the kittens!
Really, I am. But if I had to see it, so do you. It was worse in person, too. F'real.
I'm trying to get better with the stealth photography thing. This lady didn't suspect anything and I was standing four feet away. But alas, no flash!
This lady has some really cool pictures, not of domestic canines. More of Africa, diving Indonesia, etc...
That's what I get for going out on a school night, I guess.
Lucas is funny. I like to tease him. You know, like one night he was supposed to call me and didn't. I told him that I've seen "The Big Lebowski" and that I know how things like this work. (One of his jack-of-all trades is he's a contractor for the cable company.) All I'm saying is that it must be very difficult going through life so.. pretty.
I took some pictures when I went home today at lunch. I meant to go home and do some chores, but then I went to check on the kittens and, well, they're entrancing. After a half hour of laying and watching them bounce around, I started feeling guilty for not taking pictures recently so broke out the camera..
I posted a whole bunch but only about half have shown up yet. Frustration!
They're 25 days old now and officially cute and playful. And hideously difficult to photograph still. Ah well.. :)
Yesterday, I bought a newspaper. I set it on top of my car to gather my things. The wind caused some papers to fly out of it. I couldn't get them to stop, and next thing I knew, I was swearing OUT LOUD, grabbing all the paper, and STUFFING IT IN THE GARBAGE CAN. Then I thought calmly, "Damn, now I don't get to read the newspaper."
Instead, like the night before, I went to sleep SUPER early and had lots of wacko dreams. Things like Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood getting married at my apartment.
Ed's birthday is Friday. My nature would be to mention it, tease him a little for getting older, and ask what he's doing. Then the thought occurs to me that I may very well not want to know what he's doing on his Friday night birthday. Sigh.
Hopefully tomorrow there will be new pics to add to the margarita set; I really need a night.. away.
Look what a nice pic this is! It was taken with Thor, my dream camera, a Nikon D70. They have a nice flash, too - it was dark in this room when they took the picture, more or less. I had to upload it to my own account, Bethy, because I love it. Thank you!!
I haven't had time to write, but you can look at the photographic evidence that I have NOT yet destroyed on this set:
I decided it'd be a good idea in the Chamber Lounge to take everyone's pic from below. I was crying in between the takes because they made me laugh so hard.
Also, I met Jim Defede at that bar. A pic is up there somewhere.
And now for the weirdest part - thermoclines! The viz was SO BAD on our second dive that I lost Alli at one point and surfaced.. She had surfaced too and we were all of 15 feet apart. The water was also HOT. Hot hot hot. Annoyingly hot. At one point, when I was laying in the sand to get a good look at something tiny, I felt the water was cooler down there. As we swam east, that cooler thermocline fortunately began to take up the bottom five feet rather than just the bottom one foot. Alli & I swam as close as we could to the reef to enjoy the cooler water. The temperature difference was crazy, though - I could raise my hand and the water up there was HOT. Many degrees warmer. I only wish I had the computer on at the time. Also, the warmer water was where the bad viz was, so while we swam in the cool water, it was as if we were swimming under a hazy sky. If I raised my head into it, I couldn't see ten feet away; Alli disappeared. Lower again and there Alli and the fish were, plain as day.
Tomorrow afternoon, I am meeting up with a nice turtle lady who is going to give my cooter a nice home. (Ha ha ha, I already know your jokes.) Seems I'll never get her ready for life in the Everglades - she won't eat anything but pellets! And the other option is investing all over in a turtle setup for her.. and she'll be huge someday so that won't be good enough anyway. Luckily, I had me a connection and suggested Mary. Mary has several indoor enclosures, as well as a huge outdoor pond. And she feeds them every day, which means little Scooter can be stubborn and just want pellets, if she wants to.
She sent me this picture. She said she was going to feed them and it appeared they were a bit overanxious. See all those turtle heads in the background? I'm looking forward to visiting her place someday in Loxahatchee.
Tonight, Alli & I are going out with the Bethy & Chris for their last night in town. I've been given some suggestions on where to take them, lucky for me. A pub was one. A pub! They should appreciate the South Florida attempt at one, I'm sure.
I went home today for a bit to escape the boredom of work and, well, let's just say I love the cats, in case that point had yet to be driven home. Mama was on the bed, for some reason, and Fluffy and Elliot followed me in to say hi. Everyone was purring and snuggling.. big orgy of kitty love. Quite sweet.
Mamacat's new name is Jezebelle. Thanks for the suggestion, Alli! Close to her old name, Jesse, but much more appropriate.
Later, he shows his acceptance by defining the word for me:
Last night, I sat by the babies for a while and watched them. It was amazing how quickly they've grown.. The black cat is shakily walking.. A couple of them were crawling up and peering over the side of their "nest".. They apparently just learned to suck and play within the past couple of days.. It was awesome. One would lick another. One would suck on its hand. Black cat would bobble his way around the nest. One actually (play) bit another's ear. Movement, action!
Mama is actually ASKING for attention regularly now. Unfortunately, she prefers me to sit on the floor while I'd prefer to sit her in bed with me. But last night, she finally hung out in bed with me for a little while. Then Fluffy came up and they play fought. And let me tell you, Mama holds her own. It was very cool. They would "bite" each other, then lick one another.. Very sweet to see littermates interacting like that.
Anyway, there's the cat update! I hope to get more pictures in the LIGHT of them MOVING soon. I so need another set of hands to do it, though!
Open your email with "Pretty Girl,"
*Yes, I know this is dooce's line. It fits so well, though.
I hadn't seen Bethy since she got married, in 2000. Wow, huh? She and Chris are doing a two-week U.S. tour (NYC, New Orleans, & Miami), so I was lucky enough to get to see her.. They drove up to Hollywood ("We got a convertible, baby; we'll drive anywhere"), met all my cats, then we went out to eat. OF COURSE WE WENT FOR MARGARITAS.
I absolutely love these folks. They have two fishies they named Jeffrey & Finley. They name their cameras (the D70 is Thor - how appropriate). They take Spanish classes together. They're just.. very sweet. Very much what you'd hope for in a partnership.
Bethy & I went to the bathroom together and walking back to our table, giggling, it struck me how sad it is I only get to hang out with her once every, oh, five years.
After we FINISHED our margaritas, we went back to my place with the top down and Chris took pics of the kittens. Looking forward to seeing those!
So, yes, very nice visit. Alli & I are trying to figure out a cool thing to do with them on Friday night, their last night in town. Suggestions?
After they left, Mamacat and I had a breakthrough! I was laying in bed and Mama came over to the bedside and meowed. "Whatcha want, baby?" I picked her up and put her in the bed with me. I rubbed her chubby little tummy and we PLAYED - I had no idea she was a playful cat 'til then! Then I did something that spooked her and she hopped away.. but within 30 seconds, was back at my bedside, meowing.
I thought this was great! great! great! until this morning, when it was still half-dark outside and Mama tried to crawl up the side of my bed. But hey, how cute, huh? She likes me now. She wants to be around me. I get all teary-eyed writing that! :)
Got some pics of the babies! Go look! I took the whole nest out on the porch, Mama included. Of course, Kitten started hissing and getting mad, so Mama ran back to her lair. I went to check on her and she had pooped on the floor. This is the first time she's pooped outside of the litterbox in weeks. And just so she knew it was no accident, she pooped RIGHT NEXT to the litterbox. Ah well, I HAD stolen her babies; I guess I deserve that.
The kittens are very cute right now. Very sad looking, though, with their big, sorrowful eyes. Hard as hell to get pictures of. Seriously, if a picture of a kitten is in focus, I consider it a keeper.
They're starting to get a little more movement, a little more personality. The black one is pretty interesting. We caught him cleaning himself a week ago, which was pretty amazing. Now he lays around on his back and kicks and stuff. Very cute stuff.
I get six more weeks of this! Then.. well, we'll deal with that when we come to it.
My bud Bethy is in town, and I was supposed to get together with her, but after the pancakes, I was still feeling pretty icky (" "). I called her to get permission to Manny out of the whole thing, since they're in town til Saturday. She was cool with it, so we're getting together tonight instead.
If Donna had just been in the corner, making that face.. maybe I could photoshop that in there somehow.
Dammit, dammit, dammit. I did a writeup for this and then the power went out! And I don't have time to re-write it, so it'll have to wait until Monday.
I do have to mention that the fine man in the pics, Lucas, is from Wisconsin. Lake Geneva. "But most of my family lives in La Crosse now.. well, in a little tiny town named Viroqua." Viroqua. My hometown. Population 4,500 in the middle of nowhere. He knows people I know. He lived there for 6 months. Entirely too weird.
Anyway, go look at the pics!