comfortable?

This is how she lays, I didn't snap this shot mid stretch.

Oh it's adorable all right, but I'll tell you what's not adorable, the constant howling all night long.  It seems Miss Kitty has caught a bad case of spring fever that has left her able to do only a handful of things.  Sleep, eat, poop, and crawl around with her butt in the air howling and purring in tandem.

It's gotten so bad that there are now other cats from the neighborhood creeping around the house.  I keep hearing andrew's voice in my head saying, "You're one cat closer to being the crazy cat lady"

If she weren't so adorable this wouldn't be so hard.

up in the gym just working on his fitness

Lately I've been musing on how the detective and I were a lot closer in new york in some ways because our living space was so small that it was hard to get away from each other.  However, I'm definitely around more down here so he doesn't have the run of the place as much as he did.

One of the bittersweet things I've noticed is that he doesn't HARASS me while I'm trying to do yoga anymore, I imagine mostly because he doesn't even realize I'm doing it.  In new york I usually wouldn't let him be in my room if I could help it, but most of the time he was asleep on my bed and I felt bad disturbing him so I'd start doing my thing hoping he'd stay asleep.  Sometimes he would, most of the time he wouldn't.  Down here however who knows where he is at any given time of the day.  Half the time he spends the whole day behind the air conditioner, so it's not like me doing yoga inside is of any concern to him.

And as annoying as it is having him stick his butt right in my face when I'm in some compromising position, it always made me laugh and I kind of miss it.  So the other day I'm getting ready to do yoga when who should show up at the sliding door, yelling at me to get in, but that handsomest of guys.  After careful consideration I decided to let him in and it was just like old times.  Every time I would try to pet him he would wander out of reach and then lay down in some inconvenient spot on my mat.  When I would try to just continue with my yoga and ignore him he would become irritated and start rubbing against me or positioning himself so I couldn't help but pet him with the movements I was doing.

But, as usual, my flailing became too much for him to handle and he ended up passing out here in the corner where he remained for the next several hours:

working hard?

This guy was snoozin' at the place where I (finally) got my seat covers put on my car.  He was so nice!  I didn't want to disturb him because he has a cast on his leg so I figured he was recovering but he did eventually wake up on his own and do a whole lot of rubbing his face on the floor and snuffling.  I love him.

I also took a picture of this disturbing display case at the shop:

I guess it's because they have driving gloves in there and those are supposed to model them?  But then why not have the gloves on the hands in the display case.  Is it like if I asked to see the gloves they would take them out and slip them on to the mannequin hands so I can see just how glamorous they are? Overall very confusing.

What wasn't confusing however was this picture that I found in a brochure of different cloth tops you can get for your Jeep:

Why did they need to put them in leopard print bandanas?!  I like that, it's the little details like that that make me trust a company.  If I had a Jeep I'd buy a top from them and then write them a nice letter saying that I was persuaded by the nice doggies they used in their advertisement.

But for now I'll have to settle for the car I have, which is pretty badass now that the seats are all covered up properly.  I just need somebody to ride in the passenger seat to help it mold on to the frame better.  Any takers?

snoozin on his throne

 Kitty's favorite spot is this chair, I think mostly because he can easily and quickly cover the entire cushion with his hair.  Well and he looks particularly adorable curled up here. 

I keep wondering if he misses his life in nyc or if he's happy to be in a more proper home. 

I guess the important thing is that he seems comfortable.



snoozin'

They have a really rough life so any chance they get to rest their weary little bones they take it. 

I'm really excited for my job interview tomorrow.  I'm trying not to get ahead of myself but if all goes well it will hopefully be the much needed catalyst for the next chapter in my life.  These past few years have been so strange for me.  As I have been trying to begin sorting and organizing for this move that is somewhere on the horizon I keep being taken down memory lane. 

It's wild to think that I moved in to this apt as a temporary solution, and that was like 3+ years ago now.  I feel like I was always resistant to commit to being there.  The only reason I ever painted my room was because I couldn't deal with what it was when I moved in.  The previous tenant had painted the room a lovely shade of flesh pink that literally made me feel like I was living in a womb.  What's worse is that she had painted the walls after moving her furniture in so there were sections where her furniture had been that she just painted around leaving these large amorphous white ghost figures amidst the pink. 

And it gets better.  Apparently when she had first moved in, before painting it pink, she had had a brainstorm for an edgy look for her bedroom.  She wanted to write the seven deadly sins on the walls.  I'm not sure what the rest of the direction was that she was going in because after writing the first 4 she realized that it made her look like a psychopath and changed her design direction.  But because she had done the script in black paint, the single coat of pink on top of it wasn't really enough to cover the text.  So when the light would hit the wall in just the right way you would faintly see "LUST" scrawled across the wall in what now looked like blood, thanks in part to the fact that the black paint had dripped down after she liberally applied it to the walls. 

If it hadn't been for living in buffalo bill's wet dream I probably wouldn't have ever gotten around to painting the walls.  It was months and months before I even got my bed up off the floor.  Mostly it was just because I always entertained these ideas of moving out, and to a better apt.  In all the 7 years that I've lived in nyc I have always lived on the upper east side.  It has always been my goal to move to a neighborhood that doesn't suck balls, but every time I have come close to having the opportunity it has been snatched away from me.  I guess that's why I'm hesitant to get too excited about this job interview I have tomorrow, but if all goes well I am thinking that I will actually be able to move to somewhere fantastic in the next month or so.

Getting back to those nice guys, it does make me kind of sad to think about separating them.  I feel bad enough as it is about taking the detective away from an apt of three different humans who all give him nice pets alone, but now that he also has a feline best friend it's going to be extra hard.  I don't know if I will have the time to give him the kind of non stop attention that he requires.  Of course not actually touching him or looking at him, but just being in the same room appreciating his beauty. 

Maybe we'll just have to plan play dates so that they can see each other.  They are best friends!

walkin' along, singin' a song, butt to butt

I came home last night to a dead silent, pitch black apt.  I don't have an overhead light in my bedroom so I have to walk all the way in before I can turn on a light.  I thought I saw some shadow beasts lurking in the darkness but I didn't realize what was really going on until the eco bulb actually brightened up.

Believe it or not they were actually even more adorable fast asleep before I could take this picture, but at least they were still positioned how i found them with their tails intertwined.  I like that they won't actually sit with each other, just near each other annoyingly hitting the other one with their tail.

It's scary how much weezie is taking after the detective, right down to his signature 'laying on the bed with my head hanging off the end so it looks like i'm actually dead' move.

why are they so lazy?

best friends

I came in to my room and found them both snoozing together.  I guess it makes me feel better that the detective has to have his big butt in everyone's face, it's not just something he does to terrorize me.

They are too cute.  It was hard to get a good picture of their adorableness because of the usual reasons.  Most of them turned out like this:

like the shadow monsters that take the bad people away in Ghost.  Just those evil eyes, pulling you to hell.

I'll be sleeping soundly tonight...