2 Cats 1 Bun

I Posted Too Soon...

2009-09-28T07:43:00.000-07:00

Oh man! We had a major scare here at headquarters.

Here's what happened.

I go to clean out Noah's cage, and he's not really running from me. When I pick him up, his belly is wet and smells like urine. OH GREAT I think to myself before taking him to the bathroom for a rinse. I use tepid water and run him under the faucet- taking care to avoid his little face. HE WAS SO CUTE WHEN HE WAS WET! (I took pictures.)

I wrap him in a towel to dry him off and hold him like a swaddled baby. When I look into his face to talk to him in a high-pitched voice, I notice that one side of his nose isn't wriggling. It's sealed off and a little crusty. At this point, I grow concerned. He's wheezing and squeaking while he breathes. Mom says he's just stressed from the bath, so when he's all dry I put him back in his cage. Since he was so good, I offer him a piece of a banana, which he ignores. So I pull out the treat bag. He usually gets really excited at the crinkle of the bag and starts to beg, but he barely moved. When I stuck the treat in his face, he just looked away. HE DIDN'T EVEN LICK IT.

Soooo I call the vet. They say to bring him in around 8 when the bunny vet gets to the clinic, I say fine. I continue to hold Noah, and he just sits on my tummy or hops a few feet away to lay on the bed. His breathing becomes more and more labored, and at this point I'm getting anxious. Suddenly, I hear a raspy sound and look over as he starts to cough. COUGH! He hopped off the bed (first time all day) and continued to cough.

Well, I scoop him up, wrap him in a towel, run downstairs and sort of shout, "MOM, WE'RE GOING TO THE VET NOW!!!!"

We get there before the bunny vet (obvs) but thankfully one of the techs is really good with rabbits and she gets his nose cleaned out. Mom and I leave for about an hour then go back to check on him. An older couple comes in looking very distressed and holding a cat who is "blocked". Ew. They look at mom and me and ask, "Do you have a cat or dog here, too?"

I say, "No, I brought my bunny."

They look at me for a moment and then say, "Well... that's alright."

DAMN STRAIGHT IT'S ALRIGHT OLD PEOPLE!

The vet comes out, tells me he has an upper respiratory infection and instructs me on how to give him medicine and what to watch for. He has to be under close surveillance for the next 48 hours (apparently antibiotics can be bad for bunnies??). Oh yeah, and I can't feed him alfalfa hay. She said it's like giving him cheesecake everyday. SHOOT. I usually feed him timothy hay, this is the first alfalfa bag I switched to.

Anyway, we wait for them to bring my baby back out, and another couple walks in with.. A RABBIT! He's much bigger, and apparently in worse shape. Poor thing. When the couple finds out we have a bunny too, we instantly bond. Although, I think they're a little more fanatical about bunnies. I'm just fanatical about Noah.

They bring Noah out wrapped in a towel so that I couldn't see any part of him. He peed on the towel I brought, so we told the nice people they could keep it. ;D I uncover his little head to see his little nose wriggling and he snuggles up underneath my chin.

I'm glad Noah knows I saved his life. If I waited another 24 hours, he might not be with us today! I just gave him his medicine, and he took it like a CHAMP! He's also been eating and drinking and chasing Sookie. I think he's going to be juuuust fine!

Oh Yeah, We're All Still Alive!

2009-09-27T12:17:00.000-07:00

I'm just barely keeping my head above water, though. Taking a full course load, commuting, getting applications ready to hopefully transfer come spring, and babysitting a 2 year old 3 days a week can be quite much. Oh yeah, and maintaining a relationship. I made myself tired just typing that.

Anyway, I did have time for some Noah cuddles... Even some time to make a lovely, EDITED video! Ooohhh you're so lucky.

Oh yeah, that background noise is Supernanny on TV! I watch it as research for my job *nod*

Cat In A Bag

2009-08-29T08:04:00.000-07:00

I know the phrase "Don't let the cat out of the bag!" actually refers to the cat o' nine tails, but I couldn't help myself when I found my girls like this:

I said, "Charlotte!! Don't let that cat out of the bag!!" Which, by the way, is my favorite gift bag ever given to me. AK is so very creative.

This picture cracks me up. There are 100 different captions I could come up with for this, but I think it is perfect as is.

Especially because right afterwards, Sookie retreated to the safety of the bag again.

It looks rather comfy, I'd say.

Where's Miss Manners!?

2009-08-22T06:22:00.001-07:00

I pride myself on being a great cat and bunny owner. I share a special bond with my animals. We communicate quite nicely. And up until this point, I thought I raised them all to be well-mannered individuals.

And then....

Sookie, NO! A lady never opens her legs like that to lick herself. EVER. Unacceptable, and if I wasn't a good Christian girl I would also say unforgivable. For shame, Sookie!

And that's her response. Since I said a few inches up that we communicate nicely, I guess I should let you know what she is telling me right here. "B****, get off my case, or I will tear up your face with my claws while you sleep."

Yikes. I really thought I raised her better than that...

Noah the Interior Decorator?

2009-08-20T09:05:00.000-07:00

In this clip, Noah shows off what he's learned from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. You know, that ever popular design show? Yes. He's a fan.

But I must say... He's quite shy about his gift. Did you see how he froze when he realized I was filming him? I want to tell him to embrace his passion for design, but he's a little hard to reach sometimes.

My Stepdaughters

2009-08-14T15:23:00.000-07:00

It's true. I have two stepdaughters. Sometimes I feel as though they resent me for "taking their father away", but they'll just have to get over that. I'm nice though, so I spent some time bonding with the girls today.

This is Baby:

She's the younger one.

And she likes when I scratch her wee little head.

And this is Rosa:

I know what you're thinking... They're like Yin and Yang!

I let Rosa chill on my shoulder- so long as she doesn't pee on me.

Sometimes the girls can get pretty whiney. But I love them as much as any stepmother could love her stepdaughters. WHICH IS A WHOLE DARN LOT! (You thought that was a slam on them didn't you. Well, shame on you.)

I'm Sick

2009-08-13T19:19:00.000-07:00

I hate being sick. At least it helps me appreciate my good health when the virus is gone! Still, feeling like some beavers built a dam in your nose is no fun. So what's a girl to do?

Well, if you're this girl... you stalk your cat. BUT! You take it one step further and pretend you're a little mouse looking at said cat through a peephole in the wall. Observe.

Ooohh! Now, if I were a mouse I'd be pretty frightened because obviously the cat sees me and knows where I live. I think it would be time to move.

No?

Cry Me A River

2009-08-13T18:06:00.001-07:00

Why is Sookie crying?

Could it be because I told her I was kicking her out? Or maybe she broke her leg? Does she have severe depression???

No. She's crying because Charlotte stole her blueberry box.

Oh Sookie, it's just a box. Cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Oh My... Where To Begin?

2009-08-03T19:29:00.000-07:00

Oh blog, I've neglected you the past month. But, once I explain the circumstances I am sure you will understand.

Well, my job as a nanny is very rewarding, but extremely tiring. I turned twenty. If you can skip turning twenty and move on to twenty one, I highly suggest it. This is an obnoxious age. Then I went on a fun little trip with Miss Ariel. It was filled with laughter and dinosaurs. A few days later I met up with my Big for dinner and she introduced me to one of her friends from high school.

And then, just last week I received a horrific call. Curtis was at a Phillies game for a bachelor party. I was surprised when he called me. When I answered the phone all I heard was panting for a solid ten seconds. Then he tells me his friend was murdered. You may have heard about the savage beating outside Citizens Bank Park that took the life of a young man, and it breaks my heart to say my boyfriend was there.

I'm not going to go into detail because it isn't my place. But the media has gotten so much of this story wrong, and it doesn't help. Curtis is devastated, as are his friends, and I find myself struggling as well. I cannot understand how men can be so barbaric, violent, and evil. It saddens and sickens me.

Through this, I have found great comfort in my animals. Time and time again they have come through for me. But, I hope you understand my absence. Please keep us in your prayers, we need them.

Prayer Pets

2009-06-19T10:31:00.000-07:00

As you may very well have figured out, I love animals. Cats, dogs, rabbits, kangaroos, lorises... You get the idea. I also love God, and I hope to one day become a pastor (but that's quite a ways away). Recently I made a comment about how I'd love to do a ministry involving animals, and a friend asked what was stopping me now. And really the answer is... nothing.

Even as I sit here typing this post, Sookie is curled up in my lap purring. Right now I feel loved, relaxed, special, joyous, affectionate, etc. I wish everyone could experience this- but there are people in nursing homes and hospitals that don't really have the opportunity.

I would love to take a team of well-trained and affectionate animals on visits with people who are unable to keep their own pets. I would also love to add an element of non-denominational prayer. For example, while the person is petting/holding/snuggling the animal the owner takes the time to talk with this person and closes with a prayer for them. It's not fully thought out yet- I just know how therapeutic pets are, and how nice it is to pray with an animal companion.

Since I don't have the resources to go out and find and train a group of well-tempered dogs and cats, I'm thinking of starting with Sookie. She's super snuggly, and doesn't scratch or bite. Well, she bites me softly when I rough house with her... I just need to see how she is with strangers. She can't be too shy or anxious.

Anyway, like I said before, this is not fully developed. But it's a start! Any thoughts?

Ok ok ok...

2009-06-06T16:11:00.001-07:00

It's been forever. I know. PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEE!

Alrighty, let's see what I've got... OH! FOUND ONE! A sweet little clip of a dimly lit Noah standing up and eating a carrot. Enjoy!

L is for the way you lay on me...

2009-05-18T23:37:00.000-07:00

O is for the only one I feed

V is very very cute but very smelly

E is even more than anyone that you ignore can love....

The past week has been less than satisfactory, to put it mildly. I've been upset, confused, and unsure of what to do next education-wise. Both Columbia and Penn rejected my transfer applications. I'm not sure why- I can assure you it was not for lack of intelligence or scholastic achievements- but my confidence has definitely been shaken.

Then tonight, Sookie reminded me of the unconditional love of a pet and subsequently lifted my spirit. Earlier, I climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers while Sookie patiently waited. After I settled in, she jumped up on the bed and, purring, stood on my tummy. I scratched her head, and she flopped down. Sookie wriggled about for a few seconds until she got comfortable- laying stretched out on my torso with her head on my chest and her paw on my shoulder. She purred and purred, and I couldn't help but smile. Again, I scratched her head. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes and then gently placed her paw on my mouth. I'm not sure how long we laid like that, but it was awhile. Now she's sleeping soundly between my legs.

Sookie loves me, no matter what is happening in my life, and she made that explicitly clear tonight. I believe she knows I'm struggling, and I believe that was her way of comforting me. She and I have always had a special bond. I love all of my pets, but our relationships are all so different. For whatever reason, Sookie chose me as her favorite and we've been cuddling ever since.

I am so thankful for the love and assurance from my Sookie, and from Charlotte and Noah as well (even if they aren't as blatant about it!).

Wha??

2009-05-09T14:12:00.001-07:00

I have a masochistic bunny and a lazy cat.

Don't Blink!

2009-05-07T07:40:00.001-07:00

Or you'll miss it...

I have a brief clip of the happy bunny dance, also known as a binky. Noah just randomly dances, which is why it's difficult to catch the happy bunny dance on camera. No worries, I'll just try harder!

Alright. Get ready..

The first time I ever witnessed the happy bunny dance, I thought he had fleas.

Absolutely Precious

2009-05-06T10:13:00.000-07:00

So, I thought I was capturing an adorable Noah moment... and then..

That still cracks me up... Stupid rabbit head-butted me.

KBurg's Play House!!

2009-05-06T09:51:00.000-07:00

I stopped by my favorite pet store today and dropped off a job application. Yeah I know, I think it's perfect too. Since I didn't want to look desperate, like I had nothing better to do with my time than stop by their store for two seconds (which I did not), I bought the babies some toys.

Noah is happily chewing on a baseball made out of veggie minerals. Or something. And Charlotte is... well...

Oh, just don't tell my mom I brought fake mice into the home.. they freak her out.

#2

2009-04-28T18:06:00.000-07:00

Time for another of Charlotte's fine whines. This one is a little more menacing than the previous... Actually, I guess it's more of a growl. Oh well.

So, there's this outdoor cat that has taken a liking to our backyard. It usually comes in the morning, but not so today. I was all set to record Charlotte whining for her dinner when her "friend" arrived and distracted her. I am pleased with the results.

Charlotte is so social. I've trained her well.

Caught In The Act!!

2009-04-25T21:17:00.000-07:00

Noah and Miss Charlotte were caught getting cozy earlier in the evening. Sources say the two have been spending increasing amounts of time together, specifically out on romantic dates. Miss Charlotte denies these claims, and Noah could not be reached for comment.

I, for one, think the pictures speak for themselves. It is only a matter of time before these two announce they are a couple.

Also, this is an outtake- but I had to share it because it's kind of funny.

They have laser eyes!! Target acquired.

He Always Has To Put On A Show

2009-04-25T20:01:00.000-07:00

Noah just cannot stand being out of the spotlight. He showed me his new routine a little bit ago. It's pretty cute, I can't deny it. But it's clear he likes to be the center of attention.

Oh Noah, Noah, Noah. I love my bun. On a side note, I really need to get better lighting here at the 2 Cats 1 Bun headquarters.

Welcome to Cat-Napa Valley

2009-04-23T08:52:00.000-07:00

Life has been pretty dull since Easter. I mean, Noah just wants to lay around and eat hay. Granted, he totally deserves a break, but now I'm bored.

I asked myself, what do people usually do when they're bored? And the answer came to me. Whine. Ah! And just like that, I was inspired.

I am going to take you on a Whine Tour, my friends! One that doesn't require you to be at least 21 years of age! You see, Charlotte is a whine-o. She's very experienced in the art of fine whine, and I thought she might share her expertise with the rest of us. She agreed! So, friends, here we are at stop number one!

NOTE: That whole head turning thing was not because I was twisting my head or dangling a treat. She does that on her own, although I have no idea why.

My Baby Is Growing Up!

2009-04-19T21:24:00.000-07:00

Noah has gotten bigger. MUCH bigger than when I first brought my babybun home. This is good. It would be nice if Noah could stay a kitten (the correct term for a baby bunny), but it's fun to watch him grow up into a teenagebun.

So itty bitty.

But now, check out his growth progress!

Congratulations Noah!! You are big!

I Never Promised To Be Normal

2009-04-15T10:00:00.000-07:00

My cats love lounging on the fireplace mantel. So today, I thought I'd give it a try.

I totally get why they love it up there. I may have to hang out there more often...

Kickin' Back

2009-04-12T09:50:00.000-07:00

Noah has fulfilled his Easter Bunny duties! It is now his time to relax. Job well-done!

Noah can go back to his normal, quiet life. No worries, he'll be back next year!

The Hiding Of The Eggs

2009-04-12T09:25:00.001-07:00

The Hiding Of The Eggs is the greatest Easter ritual. I mean, it's the whole point of the holiday. The Easter Bunny hides eggs, and you find them. It's not Easter without that. There's some other stuff, like Jesus rising from the dead, but that's all secondary.

Onward!

Noah has a thing for booze.

This is dangerous! Someone could step on it if they aren't careful!

Seriously Noah? Do you think we're blind?

That's a little better...

Good one! I just hope he gets out before I get hungry..

Beautifully done, Noah. Wonderful.

For The Last Time...

2009-04-12T09:19:00.000-07:00

No, Charlotte, there is still no Easter Cat. There never will be.

Get over it. Today is Noah's day, stop being a brat.

The Obligatory Bunny In A Basket Pose

2009-04-11T20:32:00.000-07:00

We here at 2 Cats 1 Bun are fully aware that no Easter is complete without a bunny in a basket and some fake eggs. First, we tried to be different and used a bowl. We quickly discovered that baskets are, in fact, superior.

Charlotte and Sookie joined... They're so angry that it's an Easter Bunny and not an Easter Cat. It's always about them. Don't worry Noah, you're still the star!

Easter Bowl... Meh

Oh, much better! We adhere to tradition!

Well, well. Hello Sookie.

You can tell Charlotte feels betrayed by Noah... How could he steal the spotlight?!

Charlotte feigns boredom. And looks like a freak whilst doing so.

Sookie checks out the basket and the eggs.

And then punches Noah in the head because she's jealous. Charlotte looks away in disdain.

Also, here is Noah's booty. IT'S A COTTON BALL!

In short, Noah is the cutest of everything. And he's going to make a rockin' Easter Bunny in the morning! I adore him!

The Easter Bunnies Employ Slave Labor

2009-04-11T18:13:00.000-07:00

How else do you think they get so many eggs?

Noah checks out the first batch of eggs while his slave (me) stands in the background.

He takes a closer look.

He does not approve of the raspberry egg... I was just following the colors on the back of the food dye box! It's not like Noah gave me many options.

But overall, he approves. I would be stepping out of place if I told him that Easter Bunnies do not incubate the Easter eggs. Oh well, all the eggs are his "children" and he loves each and every one!

He has given me permission to continue my work.. only 104729 more eggs to dye!

'Ey, It's Noah Bunboa

2009-04-11T15:15:00.000-07:00

Being an Easter Bunny requires tremendous strength. Carrying thousands of Easter baskets is no small task, you know. Noah managed to squeeze in one last work out before tomorrow... and I got to be his spotter. He's gotten really buff in the past forty days! He can bench press a full pound now!

I would say he's physically ready for tomorrow. Did you see his bulging muscles??

Here Comes Noah Cotton Butt!

2009-04-06T13:13:00.000-07:00

It's almost Easter! Today, we tried to work out Noah's route. I don't think he's very good at reading maps...

"You will start in this location."

"Then head northeast..."

"And east from there.. Right there, yes, that's good."

"Next, you're going to go the long way, so head south by southeast. Are you still with me?"

"Go straight up north, see what I mean by the long way? Noah? Noah! Pay attention!"

He doesn't seem to understand how important this is. Our success is contingent upon his ability to follow the route!! Otherwise, thousands of children will be left egg-less and basket-less! They will lose all faith in the Easter Bunny, and will shun the entire holiday for the rest of their lives! Then, their children will never know of the joys of finding dyed eggs! Generations will miss out! It will be a disaster!!!

I must stay calm... There is still much to do.

They Love Each Other...

2009-04-03T18:07:00.000-07:00

Lighting: Poor. Image quality: Poor. Content: AMAZING. Well, I don't know about that last one. But I like my movie. It has a special effect.

The few. The proud. The Easter Bunnies.

2009-04-02T16:26:00.000-07:00

Easter bunny training continues. Sometimes, I don't know if we'll make it. But we continue to move forward!!

I explained to Noah that the Easter Bunny typically gives children chocolate. His diet mainly consists of pellets, hay, banana yogurt dipped treats, and tropical fruit treats. So he's not familiar with chocolate. Chocolate is a very difficult thing to explain.

After I tell Noah all about the joys of chocolate, I decide to put him to the test. "Bring me chocolate!!" I said.

Silly rabbit, Godiva White Chocolate Liqueur is illegal to give to young children! We'd better crack down before the law gets involved...

Buy Me Some Peanuts & Cracker Jack...

2009-03-29T08:42:00.001-07:00

Friends, I have a vision. I see myself sitting alone on small wooden bleachers. I am wearing cupcake rain boots and holding a black lace umbrella. My hair is perfect. Nobody is around me. I am watching an intramural men's softball game. They aren't very good, but I cheer nonetheless. Every so often, one of them looks over at me. Confusion is written all over his face. Most of them share this sentiment. A couple of them laugh.

Yes, this is my vision. But Curtis tells me that two of his teammates have decided to get girlfriends, and now these girlfriends want to go to the games too. I am not pleased, but it's ok. I doubt they will have signs.

This morning I had the chance to fulfill my prophecy, but the game was cancelled. Curtis and I were upset. There is always next week! Oh yeah, and here I am in all my glory.

The No-ster Has Got Some Work To Do!

2009-03-23T20:35:00.000-07:00

If you didn't catch it, The No-ster is my "pet name" for Noah. So are Babybunz and Jerk. (Sookie= Sookieboo OR Sookster, Charlotte= Charcharbaby OR Charlotte the Harlot, Sookie+Charlotte= The Goober Girls). Oh! I almost forgot. Noah's full name is Noah Jacques. It makes sense.

Anyway, we here at 2 Cats 1 Bun are eagerly awaiting Easter Sunday!! Not that lent is very easy. I originally attempted to cut back on my time spent on an addicting virtual world. It makes me such a dork just to play it... and then I'm not even cool there! So I'm like, Queen Uber-Dork.

Charlotte is preparing in her own little harlot way. We're working on not whining and not being so self-centered.

Sookie has apparently given up sleeping in practical places as well as any physical exertion. I suppose she just wants to be your Easter Basket... Wooo

But it is Noah Jacques who bears the heaviest burden. We here at 2 cats 1 bun have our very own EASTER BUNNY!! The No-ster has stepped up and is currently in training. We have faith that he can hide millions of eggs around the US and be back by dinner. Or really just two plushie eggs in my room.. whatever.

So I got Noah and one of our lovely Eggs to meet, and I'd say it went along swimmingly!

Getting acquainted...

Serious bonding time

Practicing hiding. I think.

Ding Ding Ding!!

2009-03-21T13:06:00.000-07:00

You know, my cats are just like regular sisters. And I'm like they're mother whose wrath they fear more than oncoming traffic.

There's this little white outdoor cat who roams the neighborhood. It apparently has a morning routine- of which my house is a part of. It comes up onto the deck and sits right outside the sliding glass door, just looking in.

Charlotte flips the %*&$ out. She starts growling, hissing, puffing up, punching the door... However, she cannot actually confront her enemy- so what does she do? Turn on Sookie. One minute Charlotte's freaking out at this other unreachable cat, and the next she's leaping at Sookie and screaming like a banshee. My poor ~~favorite~~ Sookie. I just broke up a fight this morning. I thought- "OMG these stupid cats..." and then I realized that people totally do the same thing (as in, take something out on a sibling or friend).

They say you should never get in the middle of a cat fight because you could get seriously hurt. But when I get involved, they should be worried about the cats. I have no fear- I'm like the Cesar Milan of cats. I just ~~scream~~ politely ask, "What are you doing?" and they stop. They know that if they continue I will spank them so hard they won't sit for a week. Which is what makes me a true mother. Also, this is how I plan to raise my children.

Put To Good Use

2009-03-10T12:05:00.000-07:00

Since I have to scoop their poop (I should toilet-train them), you better believe I put these cats to good use. Like a personal foot warmer.

Behind The Scenes

2009-03-09T08:06:00.000-07:00

During the holidays, quite a few families feel the need to send out a card saying "Merry Christmas from the Xxxxxs!" with a very lovely photograph of the family, or the children. I hate these. What am I going to do with your Christmas card/portrait? Frame it? Hang it on the fridge? Neither, because if I have your family on my fridge and somebody asks "Oh! Are they your cousins?" I'll have to say "No, I barely know them actually..." which makes me look weird.

I want to see all the photographs that didn't make the cut. The one where mommy is yelling at someone, baby's screaming, sister blinks and looks high... But nobody ever shares those.

Well, I have decided to take a family portrait of all of us here at 2 Cats 1 Bun. Not for a Christmas card (although... maybe a Christmas letter to get back at those annoying second cousins who put their unborn child's ultrasound on a letter. "In October, Noah reached sexual maturity and hopped in circles around my feet while grunting like a pig!"). Our portrait will be used in the new blog design!! Woo!

In the meantime- here are some out-takes!

AHH! REAL MONSTER!

2009-03-08T17:16:00.000-07:00

For the first time ever, the elusive Sookie Monster (Sookius Monstorius) has been captured on film.

The natural habitat of the Sookie Monster is underneath beds, and its natural diet consists of a person's time. It is a very needy creature, and it requires at least two hours of cuddling a day to survive. The Sookie Monster in this photograph is particularly skilled in choosing the precise moment when cuddling is most inconvenient for a person.

It is a horrific beast. Three minutes after this picture was taken, the camera crew tried its best to capture the Sookie Monster, but the creature is far too cunning and swift. It roams at large, and all people with a bed are urged to be very cautious.

***UPDATE***

We have received another photograph of the Sookie Monster! Notice its focus and intensity as it seeks out its next victim...

Citizens, be very alert and take all safety precautions!

Species-confused

2009-03-06T15:52:00.000-08:00

I briefly mentioned before that Charlotte emulates Bandit. She wants to be him so badly it's sickening. Sorry, Char, you're no dog. But you can hang out in his crate if you want. I guess.

(Bandit likes to collect things in front of his crate)

"I have a question Miss Karen.."

2009-03-05T12:13:00.000-08:00

Yes, child?

"Where do cats come from?"

They come from the same place as many other things.

"!!!"

China.

"???"

See, if you look closely at the tail...

You will notice a small gold sticker. It is tough to read...

But I assure you it says "Made in China". Which means, then, all cats are made in China.

"Ooohhhhh. Is that where I come from?"

No. Q&A dismissed.

My Supervisor

2009-03-04T11:48:00.000-08:00

For a brief period of time I had the luxury of working from home. I could take breaks and grab snacks whenever I wanted as long as I got my stuff done. Sweet deal. Charlotte, however, was suspicious. She did not think I would do any work at home. So, she kept an eye on me.

I make funny faces. And I did finish the project.

Tribute

2009-02-11T14:32:00.001-08:00

This is a tribute to my Big Sister. We met about a year ago, and instantly clicked. And, so I don't seem completely off-topic, we are both cats! Yup- we're in the cat family. We even have kitty nick-names. Hers is Catastrophe (which she wasn't pleased about) and I was dubbed Duchess.

She is going abroad this semester.. To New Zealand. I left F&M so it's not like I see her all the time anyway, but I'm going to miss her. We've become like actual sisters, and extremely close friends. I love my Big, and I know I'm her favorite Little.

^^Big reveal

^^It was love..

^^ Formal, with another of my favorite kitties

^^Trying on hats because we're classy. OK.

^^Hopping around on the beach. Isn't that what you do?

^^Out one night. And totally sober.

Good bye and good luck Big!

Call Me What You Want...

2009-02-01T20:28:00.000-08:00

But you can't ever call me a liar. That is due to the fact that I don't lie.

Remember when I said that Charlotte is always watching? Peeking out of places?

Your honor, the defense rests its case.

And, like a silent guardian, she watches over Winchester Drive.

She may not be the hero we need, but she is the hero we deserve. (I may have watched Dark Knight last night.)

Dreamgirl

2009-02-01T09:18:00.001-08:00

Sookie has the odd habit of interrupting my dreams. This morning, at 6:15, I hear this obnoxious whining in my dream. As it turns out, this whining was real. I wake up. Sookie is on my bed, looking at me, and meowing.

So I sit up. She starts circling on my bed, whining. "What?" I say. (I don't think I expected a response.) The meowing continues, and grows more frantic.

"Is Timmy in the well?" I ask... and then laugh. Because I am so original and clever.

I get out of bed and she jumps in front of me and runs to the door... meowing. I figure she wants me to follow. She leads me downstairs, into the kitchen. Now, I'm expecting Charlotte to be lying dead on the table, or some random dude trying to break in through the back door. Nope. Charlotte's fine. My dad's sitting at the computer.

"Is everything alright?" I ask- because this cat wouldn't dare pull me out of bed for nothing.

He tells me it is. I look at their food and water bowls. Full. At this point, Sookie has stopped meowing and is meandering around the kitchen. There was no reason for me to be up. NONE.

Cat- if you ever pull another stunt like that, so help you God, I will kick you out onto the streets.

I Am Ashamed.

2009-01-31T20:26:00.001-08:00

Yes. I am. I have yet to clean my room. I really really need to though. Noah gets the opportunity to run around, but there are so many things for him to chew (and we all know his struggle with chewing). AND once I clean it- I can show you all the Happy Bunny Dance. Also known as the Binky. It cannot be explained, only shown. So you have that to look forward to.

Speaking Of Dogs...

2009-01-30T08:56:00.000-08:00

The title of the last post had the word dog in it, if you recall. Which reminded me. I have one of those!

That thing on the end of my bed is called Bandit. That was his name when we adopted him from the SPCA 10 years ago. He was sooo good that first week. When we ate dinner, he went and relaxed in another room. We couldn't figure out why they named him Bandit... until he started stealing our food. He manipulated us. During dinner he'd come up to one of us pretending to be all lovey, licking and such, and as soon as that person let their guard down he dove at the dinner plate. He takes gum out of purses. He steals beds. His previous owners named him well.

He's an old man now, but still eats anything we turn our backs on for 2 seconds. That dog has eaten pounds, literally, of chocolate. And he had no complications. Man, I didn't realize how old he looks until this picture... :(

Despite this apathetic nose-less face, I know he loves me. I walked him (well more like he dragged me places and I picked up his poop), played with him, shared my bed with him, went to obedience classes with him (he was bffs with a monstrous canary bulldog but was sore afraid of the lhasa apso puppy), and refrained from killing him when he licked my birthday cake.

Here's to you, Bandit! The cats get a lot of attention because they are "special" but you're still one hell of a dog. And we all know that Charlotte wants to be you.

"Away, thou issue of mangy dog!"

2009-01-29T22:04:00.000-08:00

That up there ^^ is a Shakespearian quote. Well, I should say Shakespearian insult. From the play Timon of Athens. So why the obscure Shakespearian insult? I'm brushing up on my Shakespeare, of course, because God has blessed us with the greatest acting talent of our time! Nay, the greatest Shakespearian acting talent EVER!

Behold, here she is lying dead in the middle of the road, having just been brutally tickled to death by the feather duster she is laying on...

*choir of angels*

It's beautiful. Charlotte has found her calling!

Attempted Murder

2009-01-27T16:44:00.000-08:00

For some reason, cats are fascinated by plastic bags. They bat at them, hide in them... and even try to kill one another with them.

My mother had gotten me a whole bunch of JUMBO ziplock bags to carry clothes to and from college. I used them. One time, after I returned home and unpacked, I left one of those big bags on the floor- open.

Sookie decides it's a good idea to climb inside. That's when Charlotte sees her moment of opportunity. I saw a commotion out of the corner of my eye. Charlotte had gone and sat on top of the bag, sealing it with Sookie trapped inside. Since there was a lack of oxygen, Sookie was freaking out (which is actually a very bad idea).

I, of course, threw Charlotte across the room and rescued ~~my favorite~~ Sookie. Charlotte knows I'm onto her now... Oh how exhausting.

I would have pictures but I wasn't concerned with that at the time and cats have a hard time reenacting things. So deal.

Cheap Date

2009-01-26T20:33:00.000-08:00

When I first brought home the kittens I thought they'd want all sorts of fancy toys. So I bought them some. They rejected my offerings.

For a pen. So I won't buy them fancy toys, I'll buy them a pack of ball point pens and we'll all be happy.

Oh wait...

What's that? Abstract art, you say? No. You're wrong. That is the result of Sookie chewing a pen on my bed. She ruined a perfectly good pair of sheets too. Giving her a pen was not my finest moment.

I Think You Have A Problem...

2009-01-26T20:26:00.001-08:00

"Noah, I think we need to have a serious talk. Let's be honest here. You have a chewing problem. Your addiction has led to the destruction of so many things... I want to help you overcome this!"

"Please don't turn your back on me! I'm reaching out to you... I want to help!"

Oh Charlotte, can't you see he's still in the denial phase?

He completely severed a cell phone charger. He's chewed almost every book I own. My headband. Me. My chair... It's gotten serious.

We Sleep Together

2009-01-25T21:04:00.000-08:00

Sookie and I like to cuddle in bed. She often falls asleep, and sometimes I do too.

These are pretty self-explanatory.

Supermodel

2009-01-25T20:46:00.000-08:00

I think Sookie's calling is to be a supermodel.

DAMN GIRL. She's working that camera, and she's good at posing with others. Just... don't mind me. I'm awkward.

There's so much emotion behind those eyes.

Also, while I type this, Sookie is laying on my tummy staring at herself and purring. She's got the vain thing down. I'm calling Ford tomorrow.

I Wish I Could Capture It

2009-01-25T20:36:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I get really frustrated and angry. Taking a semester off is a lot harder than I expected. And that's when I pick up my Noah. He likes when I put my head on his and scratch his back. Or stroke between his eyes. He chatters his little teeth, which is the equivalent to a cat purring, and when I'm especially upset he licks me. It's so hard to get a picture of his little tongue, but I'll try!

In the meantime, here we are snuggling!

Oh we're just too much!

You Cannot Escape...

2009-01-24T21:45:00.000-08:00

...The watchful eyes of Charlotte.

She is always peeking out from somewhere. All stealth like. And watching. Just watching. It freaks me out.

Chem Nerds Can Be Artsy Fartsy Too!

2009-01-22T12:08:00.001-08:00

Some days of my life I fancy myself a photographer...

But then I take pictures like this:

So maybe not. A for effort?

OH WAIT!

2009-01-22T09:54:00.000-08:00

I do have something cute with Noah! I made a video a little bit ago..

Basically, Noah and I are tight. A normal bunny would think that, like, I was a predator and try to get away. Not Noah. He knows I kid when I threaten to eat him.

Don't judge the dirtiness. Boys live here.

2009-01-21T22:26:00.000-08:00

My cats are far too good for a water bowl. They drink from the faucet.

^^ Look at that bitty tongue!

^^ So dainty. She was sort of batting it into her mouth...

^^ I don't even know what to say about this.

^^ They don't like when I make the water go away. Those eyes... They give me nightmares.

Oh, and hey- Noah better do something cute soon. Or he's going to the hawks. {OK, that's an empty threat}

FIERCE

2009-01-21T21:19:00.001-08:00

I'm training my Sookie to be a killer! So I can sleep safe at night, and she can lose weight.

Then there's Charlotte. Who wants no part of this. She's of no use to me.

Yes I'm holding a feather. What of it?

Coming To Bed, Baby?

2009-01-21T14:56:00.001-08:00

This is what awaits me on my bed at night.

Ho.

At least she's a happy ho.

Noah the Pig

2009-01-20T18:55:00.001-08:00

Noah is secretly a pig. With red eyes.

He wants to eat his whole bag of yogurt treats at once.

Then he, like the pig he is, gets inside the bag and plucks out treats one by one. Notice his greedy open mouth.

Someday all that junk food eating will catch up to him.. someday.

She's Special

2009-01-20T11:37:00.000-08:00

Also, I just had to make a quick post. Noah is currently running around my room, so my door is closed. Charlotte loves Noah, and usually whines whenever I shut her out. They're BFFs.

As I was writing the last post, I heard a very soft knock on my door. I figured it was my brother because he's a person, and usually people knock. So I responded, "WHAT?"

To my surprise, I was answered with a little "Merrr?"

My cat not only knocked, she answered me. Charlotte PWNS!

Yeah, I can't believe that thing is capable of such skills either.

The Ultimate FU

2009-01-20T11:25:00.000-08:00

Sometimes Sookie can be pretty rude. For instance, she puts her paw over my mouth while I'm talking to her to get me to be quiet.

So I bite her.

But one time she gave me the ultimate "f*** you". Seriously.

Since the cats had to live in my room until they were friends with the dog, I kept a litter box by the window. It stunk. I was a busy high schooler, and I'll admit that sometimes I forgot to clean it out for a couple of days. As a punishment, the cats would pee on things. I hated it. Don't worry, I thoroughly cleaned everything.

One night, I had a dream that I was dipping my leg in a cold lake. But sometimes our dreams are not merely dreams. I awoke to find Sookie straddling my leg. Which was wet. Because she f***ing peed on it. I cursed her, moved my leg to a less damp spot, and fell back asleep.

I figured I had forgotten to clean their litter box. When I woke up for school, I looked over to see Sookie peeing in the litter box. Which meant she obviously had nothing against the litter box. Just me. Although I have no idea why.

And that is the ultimate f*** you. Well f*** you too, Sookie.

The Story of Noah

2009-01-19T22:33:00.001-08:00

Noah is the name of my bunny. Technically, he's a rex rabbit. I was lonely in college and I decided a bunny was the perfect solution. Although I did look for an adoption agency to find a companion, there was nothing out in Lancaster. So I went to the only pet store around that sold bunnies. Lo and behold, there he was- all tiny and velvety. There were four, but I felt an instant connection to him. He's basically a rescue since the store forgot to charge me for him. He was free.

Here we are on our first day together:

I loved to give him kisses:

And he liked to snuggle me back:

Over time we bonded and he grew:

And grew:

He has mastered the art of annoying me:

But I continue to adore him. We really do get along swimmingly. His face is priceless when I catch him being bad. I just wish his urine didn't smell like ammonia.

The Story of Sookie & Charlotte

2009-01-17T07:45:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time I decided I wanted a kitten. For this kitten I was willing to overcome all obstacles, like unconvinced parents, a messy house, and an oaf of a dog. I poured through the pages of petfinder.com hoping to stumble upon the perfect little angel. But alas, no angel appeared to me.

It was by chance that I found the Kitty Cottage on the site. They didn't even have pictures of kittens online, just a note saying they always have some available. So I found out their hours and I along with my father and brother headed over there. They charged us $20.00 just to play with the kittens and made us sanitize ourselves. Cat fanatics aren't always normal..

I should have known there was something "special" about the kittens I saw. They were playing a game where one would go into a fabric igloo and push her paws against the bottom of the sides so the other could pounce at them. Odd. They were also the only two left from their litter and had to go together (that should have been a flag).

Their names were Jessica and Cinnamon. Ugly. We walked in, and the two would not stop purring. "Jessica" was climbing all over us while "Cinnamon" walked around our legs and played with my brother's shoe laces. They were playful and sweet. We fell in love and arranged to pick them up in a couple of days.

Jessica was renamed Sookie, and Cinnamon became Charlotte. Sookie was quite spastic on the ride home (whining and flailing her arm through the carrier). This worried me. At first neither took to the dog. This, too, worried me. So up they went to live in my room where Charlotte produced the foulest feces I have ever smelt and they got tangled in my decorative mosquito net.

That all was two and a half years ago. My little ladies are, indeed, "special" but I love them for it.

And now, without further ado, I give you:

Baby Charlotte & Baby Sookie (see that?! I changed the order in which they were presented! And probably surprised you.)