Jesus. I am watching the CuteOverload videos from the past few weeks (I get the email but never bother to go watch the videos) and I am laughing so hard. This one made me cry!
Only for dorks.
The $18 Christmas ornament I bought at Fast Buck Freddie's in Key West. I love it, though. So now my contributions to the Christmas tree will be an octopus, a big gold leaf, and the entire family of Simpsons. :)
That store is pretty cool. It was recommended to us by a local, so I thought I would give it a browse. And what realization did I come away with after walking the store? That shopping is going to be so much more fun after I have kids. They had so much cute kid stuff! Chris is really excited about that too. ;)
I'm having a hard time getting clear pics with the 55mm macro lens I got recently, but I still like the pictures I get. :)
I guess that's where LOVE takes over the need for PERFECTION.
Kitten was all happy when we got home tonight. She does this funny purr-bloooop thing when she's happy... You know, as she's dancing around on the kitchen counter because we're pouring her fresh food. That kinda stuff.
Anyway, later on I left the office for a few minutes and when I came back, there was Kitten on the chair. Snuggled up, looking all cute. (She LOVES the chair. Chris likes to shut all doors to rooms not being used, but I make him leave the office door open just for her.)
Now, I'm not one to pull the species card when it comes to getting my way. I wasn't going to just MOVE her... But I really needed the chair back.
So my secret weapon? I pet her.
Anything beyond a head scratch will typically get her to high-tail it out of the room within about five seconds. So I rubbed her head, then her back. She stood up. Success! Almost... Then she just stuck her butt up in the air and I gave her a good base-of-the-tail scratch. She didn't budge.
Finally I pulled out all the stops and RUBBED HER BELLY.
Seriously, this is a cat that in the entire four years I've had her, I've been able to hold her in my lap exactly twice. Once because she was sedated (yet she still protested).
And you know what? She ENJOYED the belly rub. !!!
This MUST be because she has missed us so much the past couple of weeks.
But anyway, I needed my chair. So I picked her up, sat down, put her on my lap, and started lovin' on her.
She was off my lap and out the door within about three seconds. :D
This place is greeeeeat.
See, one of Chris's big complaints about traveling is eating so badly. And the poor guy... He was in west Florida one weekend, Boston the next, and is now in Key West. There's been very little home cooking, as you can imagine. So I said let's try that vegetarian place, which we did yesterday, and it was a big hit. They have a couple of fish dishes (Chris got something with tuna) and everything else is veggie. SO GOOD. I had the seitan peppersteak sandwich and MY GOD was it yummy. Oh, and sweet potato fries. And Izze pomegranate soda/juice/whatever. YUM. We ate there yesterday and today.
Plus, it's a cute place. I had fun taking pictures of the lights while at our table:
Anyway, if you're ever in Key West, definitely check this place out. It's on Southard, right off of Duval.
If just the D were lowercase...
Alas, it was $18. I didn't get it.
Writing from Key West...
It is so pretty here. I seriously just love the aesthetics of this town. There are all these old-style homes here, white picket fences, front porches... Everyone has a swing or rocking chairs. Everyone has lush tropicals abounding in their yards. I took Maggie for a walk tonight for about 45 minutes and the whole time I just was in awe of how pretty everything is. (Maggie agrees. Apparently she doesn't want to soil this prettiness; she has only peed one time and we've been here for 26 hours now.)
The kittens have completely destroyed the hotel bathroom. It's the fault of their wet food, really, but DAMN. We gotta sparkle the place up before we leave or they won't let us come back.
I was letting them have the run of the entire place last night, but they promptly wedged themselves in the sofabed apparatus and it took entirely too much time and frustration to extract them... And when I found them, they were all sleeping so soundly, so content, oblivious to the fact I had been grumbling on my knees for the past 20 minutes. So now they have to stick to the bathroom and bedroom, which have no hazards for tiny kittens.
Speaking of cats, this town has SO MANY STRAYS. I brought food across the street (where we stayed last time) for my little Key West cat, but she wasn't there. I ended up giving it to two cats I saw down the street on my walk. Thankfully, it seems that people take care of the cats pretty well here; I saw two houses with dishes out for water and food as I was walking. And every stray I saw was well-fed. One as a chub, even...
But then right here next door, I saw one little cat with over really watery eyes. I felt bad, so I went back inside and got some of the kittens' Science Diet. I went back out with the bag and, as I was pouring the food onto the ground, more cats started to come out from the shadows. Soon, I was pouring food for EIGHT CATS. A couple were thinner than I would like, but they thankfully looked pretty good for street cats. I'll buy them some food tomorrow anyhow... I love helping the street cats, but giving them the $16-for-a-tiny-bag-of-food Science Diet is pretty painful.
Anyway, I mostly stayed in today besides some walks with Maggie, on account of crappy homework. Maggie loves it here. Every time I move in the hotel room, she runs over to the door, optimistic that we're going for another walk. Everyone on the street likes her, too, and everyone smiles and says hi. Well, the people who don't look terrified anyhow.
Oh, and I had two "well, duh"s on my idea that she has some pit in her, when people asked what she was. I am guessing the shelter knew very well that she had pitbull in her, but decided to not advertise that fact. I read something that only like 1/1000 pitbulls gets adopted from shelters. You can imagine what happens to the rest... And she may have been a little bloodthirsty shit when we first got her, but she's ridiculously sweet. She's still so awkward and skittish though. Last night when we were leaving, I had to go pick her up from the couch THREE TIMES to get her to come outside. At some point, I would put her down so I could carry something else and then she would run over to the couch and curl up into a little ball. I couldn't figure it out, then Chris reminded me that USUALLY she has to go into the bedroom to stay while we're out for the day. She thought I was going to make her go nigh-nights. (As if being in a king bed with the fan on and lots of chewies and access to the outside through a doggy door is REALLY all that bad.) I'm sure he was right, which made me feel bad. As if she curls into small enough of a ball, I won't make her go in the bedroom. Dork.
Tomorrow I hope to balance the work with the fun a little, since Chris won't be at the office here. Check out some of the touristy spots we haven't seen. Sunday I want to get up really early and take some pictures, like at sunrise. Looks like we'll be coming back in November or so, so that's something to look forward to.
OK, time for bed!
oh lord this is funny. found on blog.noahkalina.com.
Pretty there, right?
I have a whole bunch of pics to mess with soon... I went Monday night to take pics of the same family as before. The sun was out on the drive, and when I got there, it got dark. So that sucked. But hopefully I got some keepers anyhow. I really need a zoom lens, dammit. I suppose I could put one on credit. But damn.
So the scare of the night: Last night I went to feed the kittens before bed. I thought they were all in their little carrier in the bathroom, as they often are. I leaned down on my knees to peek in and the glass table top thing we use to block off the bathroom door fell over, fell back. APPARENTLY the kittens were all under the nightstand in the bedroom and the dark grey one had come out to say hi to me and the goddamn tabletop fell on TOP OF THE KITTEN! I must've nudged it without realizing. She was squealing and kicking her legs. I got her out and then ran and got Chris.
The thing that kills me is that I was thinking before how I should take that thing outta there, worried it would fall over. But it's too heavy for the kittens to do anything to it, so I didn't sweat it. Being overthinking mom and all, you know?
Chris said just make sure she's acting normal, eating, playing, etc. And what did she do? Refuse food and went to sleep. She was SO sleepy. I stayed with her until she wanted off me, then stuck her in the carrier with her brothers and went to bed, hoping to GOD she was okay.
Today when I went in, she was rolling around on the floor with one of the other kittens. When I fed them, she ate the most wet food of any of them. THANK GOD. I never would've forgiven myself if anything would've happened to her.
i am aging them based upon these pictures, so you can imagine how cute they are.
(see post below.)
apparently me taking macy to goose island (a park in la crosse on the river with a little swimming area, playground, and beach) made a big impression - she is STILL asking if i can come back to take her there.
kamille says, no, she's in florida. macy says, then can't she drive here and take me to goose island? kamille says, no, you have to go in an airplane to go to florida. then macy asks if i can fly back in an airplane to take her to goose island.
from what i understand, she asks pretty regularly if stacey can take her to goose island. awww.
kamille is bringing the kids to come see me in april, and i'll take her to the beach then. the real beach. i fear that her little head is going to explode.
Random pic, because why not? :)
I was going to update my blog last night, but our Internet wasn't working. It would seem that the guy who came from DirectTV to fix the HD yesterday uhh.. disconnected our Internet. Used those cables instead of putting in new ones. So now we have Internet, and no Law & Order. I mean, no TV. Bah!
The little black kitten is in his new home! The cat expert was at the shelter the other day when I brought the kitten in to be vaccinated and told me that the other lady's estimate on the kitten's age was about 2 weeks off. He was only about 4 weeks old when he was found! It complicated everything as far as the adoption went, but the new mama was so happy about getting him that she didn't care, so we met up yesterday and I handed him over. I'm sad I have no kitten to snuggle with now, but am so happy that he has a new home.
To reinforce my desire to not have to take him back to the shelter, a cat died the other night while I was there. This kitten was sick, but still had a lot of energy. He was clawing to get away from the lady holding him, and one of the volunteers agreed to foster him to make sure he was getting food. She set him back in his cage, then a second later, he cried, and then he went straight into the death gasp. We were all in shock. About 10 minutes later, he was dead. He went from normal (although, yes, sick) and energetic to DEAD in about 10 minutes.
The shelter does the best they can, but so many animals together like that... They all get sick. I hate it. So I'm glad the black kitten was spared that experience.
Not much else going on. Chris is out of town for a work thing... I didn't go because we're going to Boston next weekend and Key West the weekend after that. So me and the girls are chillin' at home.
I do have a couple of things on my mind I would like to write about, but unfortunately, when it really strikes me to do so, I'm too busy. Seriously, my weeks are crazy.
this was taken tonight! she really looks like she got her shit back together. which is great, 'cause i love britney, and for a while she was really worrying me. yay!
Today I took pictures of this nice lady's dog, Daizy. She's half Jack Russell and really lives up to the reputation.
I am doing this to start practicing photography on animals that are not owned by me and children not related to me.
And, man, was it good practice. Daizy was a way tougher subject than my dogs are... She spent half the time jumping up against me! It was fun, though, and her "mommy" is a sweet lady.
This coming weekend, if all goes as planned, I'll be snapping a pregnant woman with her child, and possibly husband. I'm really nervous about it, but excited too.
I really wish I had a better lens, though. I only have to save like $1700 to buy the one I want. ;)
Look at Gretchey's face.
The dogs are so scared of the kittens. It's very weird, considering how tiny and delicate the kittens are.
I guess I should say "kitten" now. The other one, the grumpy one, died. It came out of nowhere yesterday. Friday everything was good - they were both eating and happy and playing. Saturday he seemed okay, but then seemed to get really sleepy. He let me pet him a lot, and I thought maybe he was coming around to people.
Then the tiredness became limpness. I knew that was very bad. It became clear very quickly that he was not going to make it.. It's like he skipped sick and went straight to dying. So I just tried to make his last time comfortable. I tried to keep him warm and rubbed his head and his ears and, sweetly, his brother came and cuddled with us for a while. They always slept cuddling together, so I'm sure that was of some comfort. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes would go a little crossed... Then he would whimper every now and then, sometimes crying, which was really, really getting to me. I asked Chris what to do -- I knew it was hopeless, but at least I didn't want him to suffer anymore. But he said that the kitten was close to death, gasping every now and then just like people do when they're dying, so we just went back to bed and snuggled some more. It was horrible and sad, and felt really unfair. Now he's buried with his brother in our front yard. :(
It's so sad, but I take comfort in the fact that at least he had a nice last few days, eating Whiskas and snuggling with his brother. At least he didn't die in the gas station garbage can. Thank god for the lady who found them and brought them to the shelter.
Now it's just this guy. We're watching him very carefully, and he's getting extra attention; last night I slept in the guest room so he could sleep in my hair.
And now I feel even more like I owe it to this guy to find a special, loving home. We are not going to have a sad ending for three out of three.
far from a perfect pic - it's blurry, kyle is covering half his face, etc... but it's just so cute otherwise.
one thing that is hard after you start trying to take your photography seriously is letting the way-less-than-perfect pics be "good enough." but then you remember why you started taking pictures to begin with: to capture images of the things you love. and i love these kids, blurry or not.
Not dogs this time, but instead... cats!
I was on doggy doody duty on Monday and these people came to the back door of the shelter with a big Mt. Dew box. Inside? Kittens. It seems that they were on their way to the beach and stopped to get some gas and discovered kittens in the garbage can there. Like, right next to the pumps. The lady said other people were just ignoring them. Tiny kittens! Ignoring! So the shelter lady said she would take the kittens and she brought them inside.
I got to thinking about how it would be nice to take them home. The kittens are just so tiny and scared, trembling, and the shelter is SO LOUD. I moved them into a cage with their little Mt. Dew box to hide in (and hide they did) but kept thinking about them. So I asked if it would be a good thing to take them home until we go out of town next weekend. YES! was the answer. By then, they'll be old enough to vaccinate and adopt out.
It's just a perfect situation here for now. We never, ever use the bathroom off the one guest bedroom, and it has a bathtub with a door. So, they're in a room we don't use anyhow, and it's quiet and cozy in there. Plus, if we have them when they are old enough to jump, we can just shut the bathtub door.
They are just so tiny, and so dirty. They are going to be tuxedo cats someday, I gather... But right now all that stuff that should be white is a yellow-brown. They're filthy. I have no idea what happened to their mom, but I don't think she's been around for a while. They spent their entire day yesterday eating and sleeping.
So one of them is terrified of us. He hates us. He got away from me yesterday, and ran away, and threw a fit when I caught him. And then I noticed his little leg is all... I dunno, like the skin has been torn off? Chris cleaned him off and said hopefully he'll be OK, but it was worrisome. As of today, it looks better, and he's spunky and feisty, and he already has a belly on him. So that makes me happy; I think he'll be okay.
The second one actually likes me. She's the only one who has busted out a purr so far. She was mewing tonight, I think because I had just set her down. Sweetie. She is also a good eater. None of them have played though. Weird, right? Kittens that don't play. I guess they were too busy surviving to figure that one out. Hopefully soon they'll become happy, playful little cats.
The third one, though, is really, really in bad shape. Probably half the size of the other ones, and twice as dirty. You can feel every notch on his backbone... there's just nothing to him. I noticed he hadn't been eating when the other ones were, so I got my secret weapon: Whiskas wet food. The first two actually sat IN IT to eat it, and went crazy over it. The scrawny guy sniffed it and then laid down to go back to sleep. :( He doesn't have much energy, and has some green stuff coming out of his one eye. I gave them all baths tonight to make them a little less dingy, and afterwards he just plopped down on the towel. So sad. I gave them a warm head compress to snuggle with... which they did... Then afterwards, when I was holding the scrawny one, he just went limp in my hand. Eyes half open, but just limp. Poor little fella.
So I'm feeding him some kitten formula I have. Not exactly sure how much to feed, but I figure some nutrition is better than none; I give him as much as he'll take right now since he spits about half of it out. He hates me for feeding him, but that's okay. My reward for forcing his little mouth open is getting a peek at his tiny kitten teeth. I've given him a little Pedialyte too. I hope it gets him through whatever he's suffering through right now.
I took a few really bad pictures, but am so tired that I don't even want to think about loading up pictures... I was at school from 8 a.m. until 6:30 tonight, then came home and cleaned up the kittens' bathtub, and fed the little guy, gave them baths, etc. It was 9 before I ate dinner. I find this amusing because when I asked Chris if it was OK to bring the kittens home, I was like, "And they're old enough to feed themselves, so they'll be, like, no work!" Compared to the last kittens, you know. But tonight they were 2 hours of tending and 2 loads of laundry. No work, ha ha!
Anyway, say a little prayer or whatever for the little guy. I think he needs it.