I caught Emory in the sink last week. Hanging out. Having a snooze. He’s either the most insane cat I’ve ever had. Or the cutest. I’m thinking insanity’s the one. Whatever he is, I have to give him credit for not minding the dried toothpaste stuck to the sides of the sink. Or, for that…
Category Archives: Cats
Please Let Me Sleep
When Emory, our now 10 month old kitten, first arrived, I forgave his crazy night time antics. After all, he was only 11 weeks old and crazed kitten behavior was to be expected. He also came on the heels of losing Charles. And just a few months after losing a rescue kitten to FIP. We…
A Rat, A Cat In A Box, A House In A Box, And Rocks
Today is Wordless Wednesday. So I go to all the pictures chronicling my move. Except all those pictures are actually only four pictures. Four pictures that define a move. 1. A rat I found this rat on our driveway early one morning mid-packing. It apparently died suddenly on our driveway. The driveway was overflowing with garbage…
George Clooney, lime green, a purse, and a cat
Have you ever wanted to crawl into a purse and hide? There have been a few times in my life where I would have liked to do just that. Like the time George Clooney teased me about my funky, lime green, suede shoes. They really were funky. Maybe just a little too funky. But what…
I was wrong
I’m participating in Mama Kat’s writing prompt: A time you were wrong. The stench was putrid in the room full of fourteen rescue kittens looking for homes. Kitten poop and pee. Too many cats together in too little space with no windows. It was hard to be in there for more than five minutes. But…
Our new kitten
Our new kitten arrived on Saturday. The girls named him Emory in honor of our first Emory who died last year when he was just 8 months old. The new Emory is very busy! He’s in the refrigerator whenever there’s an opportunity. He’s particularly interested in the vegetable drawer. He loves it when Caroline carries…
Going on a lizard hunt
There’s a tasty lizard with a long tail behind this TV cabinet. If I weren’t so big I could get it! Maybe if I try around the other side. Darn! It’s just out of reach. 45 minutes later: Maybe I can lie here and just keep on an eye on it. Okay. I give up….
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These are my stories about surviving Hollywood, parenting two girls, and relocating to Las Vegas from Los Angeles, all while consuming a lot of chocolate. -
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