Because This Is My Life....More Stranger Danger at Target and other updates

A few Wednesdays ago I had new flooring installed in parts of my apartment. It was a very exciting event that had a surprising amount of bad side effects. 

Bad Side Effect 1: 

Due to the layout of my apartment, there was no place to put el gato that would be out of the way of the workers. I decided to put him in kitty day care for the day. Let the record show that I find the very idea of kitty day care to be ridiculous, but I was desperate. As is his custom, Vronsky cried the entire way to the kitty day care center. He spent approximately 8 hours there. This is the same amount of time that he spent at the vet when he was altered. I'm not joking when I say that if given the option, I am fairly certain he would pick being altered again over kitty day care. I have never seen him so upset. I had to go back into the cat containment center myself to get him back in his crate because he was swatting and hissing at the employee. Of my cats many faults, hissing and swatting out of anger or fear towards humans is not one of them. Ever. It took me and a handful of treats 5 minutes to coax him one foot forward. He refused to even eat the treats. In the end, I had to grab him, turn his crate vertically and just drop him into it. He was so beside himself. The ride home was silent. Not a cry. A whine. An accusatory meow. Nothing. Absolute silence. We got home where he became even more put out over the new flooring. I awoke not to his usual ruckus, but rather him glowering at me from the top of his tower. It took two days for him to recover.

Bad side effect 2: 

Apparently the workers did not see fit to cover my stuff before beginning their work, so I came home to my entire apartment covered in a thick layer of dust. I am allergic to dust so this was not ideal. I ran to Target to stock up on cleaning supplies. This led directly to bad side effect number 3...

Bad side effect 3: 

STRANGER DANGER AT TARGET. I went into Target to stock up on cleaning supplies. This went exceedingly well. I walked out to my car ecstatic with how the whole trip had gone. I got into my car and immediately realized that I had forgotten a key item on my list. I turned and went back into Target, picked up my item, and then decided that I should just wander the aisles a bit. As I was walking along, I crossed paths with a young-ish (Teens? Twenties?) man with a fairly severe staring problem. I thought he was creepy but we were going opposite directions, so I didn't worry about it too much. I am in desperate need of a new vacuum, so I stopped in the vacuum section to examine the available selection and look for deals. I was extremely absorbed in this task and therefore extremely caught off guard when there was nearby movement in my peripheral vision. I looked up and not two feet from me was the young man intensely watching me. For how long had he been standing there watching me as intently as I was studying vacuums??? I have never ran to the checkout at Target so fast in my life. I have also never been happier to have men in the checkout line behind me. I had already decided that if the creeper showed up to stare at me while I was standing in the checkout line, I was going to make friends fast with one of the non-staring males in line with me. Yes, the stranger danger from Stare-y McStareson was SO aggressively creepy that I would gladly encounter more stranger danger to put a barrier between him and me.

Also, I think it is worth mentioning that the Mr. Creeperton was wearing a red shirt. I am beginning to believe that there are a bunch of sick men that purposely wear red shirts to Target in hopes of creating opportunities to harass women. At least at Wal-Mart you go in expecting the worst. If you are caught off guard by stranger danger at Wal-Mart, that's on you. You should know better. Target, on the other hand, lulls you into a false sense of security through cleanliness and great style. When I walk into Wal-Mart I think to myself, "please don't anyone accidentally brush against me and transmit a disease."  I assume that I am taking my life into my hands.  When I walk into a Target, I am more concerned that I will end up spending 3 times the amount that I planned to spend. I am not worried about flesh-eating bacteria or serial killers at Target. And that's why the creeprs at Target get me. I'm not prepared. You would think I would learn, but then I walk into a Target and see the $1 spot and cute clothes and a Starbucks and all the well-lit pretty aisles inviting me to wander them and all my cares and worries just slip away. 

Despite these bad side effects, I am super pleased to have vinyl instead of carpet in my dining room area. So much easier to keep nice!  And, I got the carpet in my bedroom and living room cleaned (which came with its own list of good and bad side effects, but that's for later). If I would actually do laundry and dishes, my apartment would be looking super nice right now. 










35 Before 35: No Fast Food February


One of my goals for this year was to eat no fast food in February. I so almost totally and completely rocked this goal. I ate fast food only twice. Sadly, that is a pretty big cutback for me. I wondered if this would spark some big change in my diet, but any changes were short-lived.  

Now here I am in August feeling woefully heavier than I ever have before an it is majorly bumming me out. Bumming me out to call for another ban on fast food? Maybe.  The thought has certainly crossed my mind more than once.  

Realistically, while health should always be a priority, my eating habits aren't at the top of my list right now.  On the other hand, there is zero budget for buying bigger clothes either. So there's that.  

This isn't a post for goals or habits or sweeping changes.  I just don't have the energy for more of those right now.   Accomplishing this goal raised my awareness in regards to my eating habits...and that will have to be enough for now.   





A Year in the Life of a Kitten

Vronsky Oblonsky has been with me for a year now.  If I call him by a name, it is generally "Skee," but I'm pretty sure he thinks his name is, "No! Hey! Stop that! I don't like that! Enough!.... I said KNOCK IT OFF!" He also responds to "Here Kitty, Kitty!" and "Sweetie." Mostly though, he responds to the sound of an opening treat container. 

This is Skee's daily routine:

5:30 to 6:30:

Make ALL of the obnoxious noises to try to wake me up. Repertoire includes in-face meowing, messing with the shutters on the windows and balcony door to create a clickety clack noise, and using claws on any available surface to make a horrible ripping noise.  For extra irritation, he will open the shutters on my bedroom windows to allow in maximum amounts of light and sunshine.


6:30 AM to 7:30 AM:

Glare at me from the top of his cat tower while I try to continue getting some sleep. Occasionally ups the ante from glowering to launching himself off the top of his tower and landing on my stomach.

7:30 AM to 8:00 AM:

Realize that I am about to get out of bed; decide this is the ideal time to cuddle with me. Quickly switch from cuddling to attacking. Walk in front of me in an attempt to trip me or sit at my feet and cry to be held. If being held, struggle to get down after about 10 seconds. 10 seconds later cry to be held again. Struggle to get down after about 10 seconds. Repeat.

8:00 AM to 8:30 AM:

Play on balcony. Take way too long to be coaxed back inside when it is time for me to leave.


8:30 AM to 6:30 PM:

Pull down bag of recycling, drag all items in the bag out of the bag.   Knock books off shelves.   Make all picture frames crooked.  Knock things on side of tub into the tub.  Push food out of dish onto the floor and then refuse to eat it because it is on floor.   Pull all toys out of basket and either put them under the couch, under the stove, or in the middle of the living room floor.  Sleep deeply and soundly so as to have full energy reserve for when I get home.

6:30 PM - 10:30 PM:

Happily play on balcony, eat, occasionally check in on me.

10:31 PM:

LOSE MIND. Start to whine, cry, run frenzied laps around house with wild eyes. Make ALL of the obnoxious noises to try to prevent me from sleeping. Repertoire includes messing with the shutters on the windows and balcony door to create a clickety clack noise, and using claws on any available surface to make a horrible ripping noise.  Reason unknown. Will either stop eventually to .....? or I fall asleep in spite of the ruckus.

To be honest, it has kind of been a long year in terms of cat parenting. He is getting better, but he seems to excel at findIng new ways to misbehave. A friend recently told me that her cat was a pain for the first two years of his life, which sounds like an awfully long time to put up with such shenanigans.  I think it seems like such an eternity because I generally think of cats as small, mostly self-sufficient creatures.  I have also never had just one kitten before.  It's an awful lot of neediness minus all the affectIon and snuggling of say a baby or a puppy.  

There are some fun things that make it worth it though.  For example, he plays fetch! Realizing that I could keep my rambunctious kitten entertained and stay in bed was a pretty exciting revelation. Also, he is kind of the happiest cat ever.  He purrs incessantly, even at the vet.  And not that "I'm sick" or "I'm afraid," purr. A genuine happy purr.  He loves to be around people and when I have friends over he is more than happy to provide the entertainment or just stay stretched out in the middle living room so that all can behold his awesomeness. People can't really play with him unless they sign a waiver, but his heart is in the right place.  I just failed to teach him the difference between humans and toys.  He gets super sad when visitors leave and wanders around the apartment looking for all his new friends.  I took him on a play date and he totally rocked it.  My friend and I were very worried at first that the two cats would be too aggressive, but after a brief warming up to each other phase, they were adorably playful.  He possesses none of the anti-social or vengeful tendencies that you hear about in so many cats.