More Kitteh blogging...

I'm going to start sounding like an old cat lady pretty soon because all I've been writing about is my new cat. Oy!

• How have I managed to live without a cat for so long? I don't even notice when my upstairs neighbor has his TV on too loud because I'm too occupied rubbing Cowboy's belly


• A weird byproduct is that I've been keeping my apartment immaculately clean lately as a preventative measure so Cowboy doesn't eat all my dirty dishes or powercords


• I started missing him during Soccer practice. Awww...


• He made it until 2 am in my bed last night. He enjoys sleeping on my head, or immediately above it, so I basically have to lay still with the sound of a purring kitten resonating through my brain. I couldn't take not moving so had to put him in his own bed.


• This reminds me of one of my favorite lines from Mr. Saturday Night: "I haven't held something in my hand that could give me such joy since I was 13." Zoinks! Wackity Smackity Doooo!

Cowboy likes ambling on my Laptop Keyboard

Meet Cowboy, My new Kitteh

On Saturday, I went to the Town Lake Animal Shelter to adopt the kitteh I had my eyes on. He had just been neutered on Thursday and was ready to go home. I woke up and bought all the needed cat junk from PetsSmart then headed over to fill out the paperwork.

There was some drama at the Animal Shelter. While finishing up the paperwork to take Cowboy home, my Adoption Counselor got a call from the Cat building. Apparently, another lady was looking at Cowboy and he tried to climb up her. He's got some nails and scratched her while doing that. As a result the Animal Shelter was legally required to put him in quarantine for 11 days (!!!). Naturally, my Counselor started freaking out "He's right here, he's going to take him home!!!" So for a few minutes it looked like I wouldn't be getting the cat for another 11 days. Fortunately, I can do a home quarantine, which basically means no one but immediate family can interact with him nor can he go outside. And I have to have a vet check him out on the 23rd to make sure he isn't rabid. Ha ha ha.



I brought him home and he was a little nervous at first--hiding behind the toilet a lot. My coworker (who is almost my emergency contact for the cat) came over later to trim his nails. He got to explore more of my apartment.

Here's his cat butt:


He's very sociable, and actually needs a lot of attention. He's a bit talkative, which I hope is a phase he will grow out of. For instance: if i'm in another room and he can't see me, he will often Meow a few times.

His butt also smells like kitten butt. Yuck. I had to throw him out of my bed the first night because there was not way I could stand him sticking it in my face!



I don't think he'll be sleeping in my bed, not until he's older. He tends to attack my feet in my blanket at the end of the bed, or decide to sleep right above my head on my pillow, which I'm not too keen on.

He's very friendly, which is a nice change for me. The cat I had growing up both hated me and ran away from people. Cowboy sort of gets in your face with being friendly. He tends to lick the stuble on my chin then try to bite on it. He's also very comfortable with my sticking my face in his white belly and kissing him alot. So there ya go.

I was a little nervous about suddenly having a cat, because I'm a fucking nutcase, all worrying about "OMG, my clothes will be covered with hair." "OMG, I won't be able to take a long vacation easily." etc... This is how my mind reacts to any life changing decisions. Getting a cat seems like an odd move for someone considering leaving town soon, but I've spent the past few months in a holding pattern trying to decide what I was going to do. I'm tired of it. I would rather just live in the moment and see what comes my way. A cat now falls into that picture.

I Went to High School with these Fucktards

There was a group of hypermasculine theater boys (HAHAHAHAHA) I went to school with who named themselves the Meat Boyz. Apparently, they went on one of their yearly outings recently and posted pictures on Facebook. So mean, but I can't help myself because the photos are so amusing.






(Ha! Fag)


I once had a crush on the above dude. I played with his balls once on Patrick's parent's bed. Wheee.

Numbers

I've had 3 freelance requests in the past week.  Suck it, recession!

I'm in a mild funk and I don't know why. Nothing really upsetting me, just not excited this week. Probably because I'm bummed out about the pain my chest was giving me.

My apartment looks really clean.

Boring post!

I should clarify:

The chest pain is either from:

1) Being struck really hard with a soccer ball on Tuesday when Matt and I were practicing chesting (though why it took four days to start hurting, I dunno)

2) Being hit really hard or having my nipples twisted really hard at Matt and Tyson's party and not remembering it

3) Cancer. HAHA... The hypochondriac had to throw that in.

My money is on Number 1.

Another thing to note: I've been doing much better lately. Austin has been really beautiful lately.

Happy 4th of July. Happy 5th of Whiskey.

1) I spent Thursday night ruminating with a former coworker at her house in Clarksville. We went to the late showing of the 1963 horror film The Haunting at the Paramount. Surprisingly good. The theater was freezing through, so we wrapped ourselves in her shawl to stay warm.

2) I ran Town Lake Friday morning. It seemed easier this time around. I bought some new white soccer socks because I think they look cute on Rodrigo. HA. I also got a soccer ball -- a replica of the Euro Cup ball. Afterwards, I gave my dusty old apartment a very overdue cleaning. It looks so nice right now, that I'm ashamed I ever let it get nasty. Tyson and Matt had a party at their place Friday night. We all watched the fireworks then went out. I wasn't planning on going out. I ran into a guy I'm kinda going on dates with and he said that I looked like I had a few. Indeed. I was very handsie and leg stretchy. I'm surprised by the amount of intramural dating going on in the team -- of which I'm clearly not jumping on the bandwagon. Whoasie whoa. Surprisingly everyone was out Friday night, probably to avoid traffic going home after fireworks.

3) Saturday I went Kitteh shopping with a coworker at the Town Lake Animal Shelter. I actually filled out an application this time around. My coworker sat with me during the entire process. I was mildly nervous for some reason. The place looks like a pediatricians office. I asked my coworker "were you nervous when you had your first child?" She nodded yes, she had never even held a baby before. This is the equivalent of me having a baby. (bay-beh). I have my eye on a male blue-point siamese mix in the stray section. I'll hear back in a few days. I had dinner and drinks and gelato with the guy I'm kinda going on dates with right now. It was a very pleasant evening. My pec muscle really started hurting today, so I laid low Saturday evening even though I got a lot of text messages asking to go out--which made me feel nice. Also: my libido disappeared for some reason this weekend.

4) Sunday I ran the Johnson Creek Hike and Bike Trail with starts about a quarter of a mile from my apartment and goes all the way down to the Mopac bridge section of Town Lake. It reminds me of the game Half Life. I looked at beds in the afternoon. I drank an iced coffee with for some reason made me really cranky, so I took a pill and laid in bed for a while. I did some reading as well. I joined Soccer late and we had a fun scrimmage. I couldn't run that fast because my chest is really hurting. It hurts when I inhale sharply. It hurts when i exhale fully. It hurts when I twist, it hurts when I touch it. OUCH. It hurt so bad that it starting making me sad last night.

Sad I missed this Pittsburgh AGAIN this year... (ha)

My favorite guy is the Ram at about 1:45. "A duck, a lizard, a wolf, a cougar, a grey squirrel and a border collie."

You Can't Find Pride at the Bottom of a Bottle

1) I carpooled down to Houston with a fellow employee and his boyfriend. YAY Environment!

2) To retweet myself, my Coda for the weekend was "They do it differently in Austin." Apply to anything, in jest. "This is queso? Oh. [CODA]" "This is a Margarita? Oh. [CODA]"

3) I ran into Cute Emo Boy, who has sorta turned into Junior Richard Simmons. (I only say because he was wearing a tank top). Didn't really know how to talk to him, as I'm used to two years of sending text messages of "Hi. I'll be in Houston." (Radio Silence). Here's my favorite bit of conversation between us this weekend:
Him: [looking at the cross on my necklace] "Oh. I thought you said you were sitting this Pope out." (referring to a conversation we had back when Benedict was elected."
Me: "Oh. My grandmother just passed away, and this is the cross she gave me. So I wear it because it makes me think of her."
Him: "Oh. Well now I feel awful."
WACKITY SMACKITY DOOOO.....

4) I am age 46 according to Brad and Long's Wii Fit.

5) Friday night we went to Meteor. Saturday we spent at Brad and Longs. We skipped the parade. I couldn't get buzzed Saturday night, so by 11, I was just tired and cranky because South Beach was packed.

6) I learned the proper way to remove anal beads should they ever get stuck in my or one of my friends anal cavity.

7) Johnny Castle was the "entertainment" at South Beach Saturday night. I wanted to get a polaroid with him, but was too self conscious. He looked very good in person. What kind of compliment do you give a person like him? "I'm a big fan of your work." "Your penis looks lovely half inserted into a Fleshlight." "I WANNA TOUCH YOUR WRIST!" (That last one is a Cher stalker reference)

8) I left Houston feeling blah. I had bad nightmares both night. Austin looked so lovely as Brett, John and I arrived back.

9) Despite being really tired, I went out for soccer practice. A lot of people showed up. We played 8 on 8. I think I played pretty well, for my track record. I gave Jens a run for his money by stealing his ball, then having him steal it back, then having me almost steal it away. After passing it to Russ, he commented "Nice, Marty. haha"

10) I'm so tired this morning.