Cat Scratch Fever

I do not have a cat.  I do not want a cat.   Not that I have anything against cats.  My problem is with pets.  I don't want one.  And I wish the cat mafia would stop trying to give me one.

A couple months ago someone left a kitten, complete with litter and food in the back of my husbands truck one night.  Who DOES something like that?  If I wanted a cat, I would have one.  I don't want one forced on me by someone who doesn't have the nerve to take responsiblity for it.  The kitten stayed with us for about a week until we found somewhere else for it to go.   Harrison LOVED it and followed it everywhere but it frustrated him to no end because he just wanted to play with it, and kittens aren't puppies.  I don't know if you knew that.

So we got rid of the cat and told Harrison it went home.  He was sad but mostly got over it, though he still talked about it whenever he saw a cat.

B) Our backyard always has its fair share of cats.  I don't know if they are strays or belong to the neighbors and just like to hang out in our yard cuz the hunting is so good.  Either way I usually just ignore them, and they run away from me.  But in the last few days one of them has gotten increasingly friendly, until one night I came home to find him sitting on the door mat.  Harrison got all excited and said "My Cat!  My cat came home!"   which made me feel very sad.

If I go outside that cat starts rubbing against my legs like it is in love with me and it spent all night pacing back and forth outside the back door.  Scratching and trying to get in.  Where does it think it is?  Does it know that it doesn't live here?

I think the Feline underground has had some wires crossed somewhere along the lines.  Cuz when they are leaving their little hobo-cat markings on the fence posts, the ones outside our house seem to be saying "This is a good place to get food."   And it's not true!  Just ask my husband.

Now, 5 days later, the cat is STILL sitting on the back porch.  Sometimes he paces back and forth in a frenzy, but mostly he just sits there, unmoving.  Watching me with those wide, staring eyes. That seem to be saying "Wait till Martin comes."

If Steampunk is Nerdy, I don't want to be Cool

If you, like me, have done as many steampunk google searches as I have (steampunk fashion, steampunk gun, steampunk shirt, steampunk jacket, steampunk goggles, yackity schmackity, etc.) then this just seems like one more blog post about one more nerd who wanted to be steampunk for a day.  But it's not.  It isn't like that at all.  This is a story about two hearts, 3 bags of potato chips, 7 mismatched socks, and a dream that just wouldn't die.

This Halloween we went Steampunk, and it was fun.

The End.

It isn't a very long story.

Crap I found While Shopping

Not literal crap.  I don't shop at those kinds of stores anymore.  I mostly just shop at the grocery store.  And now and then a thrift store or two.  Which is where I found these beauties:

It may not be entirely clear in the picture, but those pants are touching the floor.  They go all the way from the floor to my armpits.  I could not stop giggling. Those pants are almost 5 feet tall all by their lonesome.  Which is apparently all it takes to crack me up.   5 FOOT TALL PANTS!!

Speaking of the grocery store, mine has a "Toy Section", though I avoid that isle at all cost.  Harrison is onto me though, and usually manages to convince me to stop there for at least a few minutes. One day, Harrison handed me this:

Which is a really a beautiful bunch of plastic. Let's take a closer look:

Yep.  You may not know this about me, but I was a cheerleader for about 2 weeks once, and let me tell you, these pom poms have hit the nail on the head.  "Drink for them, colourfulfor them" are the basic tenets they teach at cheer camp.

And clearly THESE pom poms are of the highest quality.  That says they are perfect, and I don't think they would lie.  Skillful manufacture indeed.  These beauties would turn anyone into a first rate Encourage Leader.   "GO! CLAP!!"  Repeat that mantra hourly and you will be peppier, and encouragier in No Time!  And Hygiene!