Janie and Emmie, continued...

Here is a little video of Janie and Emmie playing in the snow.
:)

Jane Austen & Emily Dickinson (reincarnated). meow.

Well, it's official.  My transition to cat lady life has been completed.

Let's start from the beginning.  Ever since I was a teeny tiny little girl I have always loved cats.  I don't know why cats have such a bad reputation- they're so sweet and loving.  They can feel energy and instantly react to it.  I got my first cats when I was in kindergarten.  I wanted a kitten so badly it was all I asked for for Christmas.  When I walked upstairs on Christmas morning, and I will never forget this, two little black and white kitties popped out of a basket with ribbons around their necks.  I named them Sweetie and Sassy.

Sweetie and Sassy lived until last year (I am 22 now, you do the math).  They were murdered by coyotes in our backyard.  But that's a different story.

I decided I wanted a kitten last spring.  I knew I would be living in a house and wanted a companion.  I asked my roommates if a kitten would be alright.  They gave me the thumbs up and the search began.  I looked everywhere until I found a precious little orange tabby in the same town as my lake house.  This particular litter of kittens was born to a 7 month-old kitty, a mere baby herself, and were found stranded on the side of the road in a box in the pouring down rain in rural Arkansas.  Break my heart, will ya?

When I went to visit (they were living with foster parents) and get a feel for the kitty-cat, I fell in love with another one.  That's right, I went from one kitten to two in a matter of minutes.  Number two was not listed on the website and was a precious tortoise shell beauty.  Plus, they say a kitty needs a buddy for when you aren't around.

So I adopted Jane Austen and Emily Dickinson.  Known on the streets as Janie and Emmie.  Like her namesake, Emmie is quite antisocial and would rather be left alone.  She is smart but doesn't let you know it until she sneaks around behind your back.  Janie is a talker and is missing several teeth, some of her big teeth just never came in.  She loves to cuddle and purrs quite loudly.  She would rather be around a person than alone with Emmie.

Here are my precious girls:

Emmie the day I got her!

Emmie and her mommy :)

Janie on her first day!

Mommy and Janie

We love to cuddle!

They were so little!  Emmie loves to give Janie kisses.

My Janie.

My Emmie.

How precious!

Emmie hiding...

Emmie hiding again... She does this often.

Hello.

Dead asleep.

This is Janie's favorite sleep position.

Hi!

Emmie's FAVORITE *sarcasm* outfit.

Janie is a ballerina!

This is how they wait on me to come back from class!  It makes my heart smile!

Janie is my person bodyguard.

Who says cats don't like water?

"What?  I'm not doing anything..."

This is what I wake up to every morning.  Janie likes to get under the covers and cuddle.

So you have met Janie and Emmie, formally.  I can't tell you how many hours of every day I spend with them.  But here's the deal, I'm an equal opportunity animal lover.  I plan to get a puppy one day when the time is right.  All animal lovers know this to be true: when nothing is going right, your pet still loves you unconditionally.  When I am having a horribly awful no good day (remember that book?) and I have been torn to pieces by teachers or grades or mean people or whatever, I can come home and Janie and Emmie will love me like crazy.  And let me know it.  Their compassion is unbelievable.  They can feel it when I'm sad or mad or happy.  Sometimes, when I'm upset they cuddle up next to me when I cry.  They let me hold them when they know I need a hug.  They are just the best.

So here's where I go off the deep end in cat world.  Let me just say, though, that there are PLENTY of people who are absolutely nutso when it comes to their dogs.  For example, I have a neighbor who walks her dog in a baby stroller.  WHAT?!?!

The other day I spent $300 on a new litter box.  Sad, but true.  Here's the thing: it flushes itself.  No more litter and no more stinky.  I love Janie and Emmie, just not their stinky poo.  Now I can love all of them! Plus, whenever I'm home my parents discuss (bitch) the smell.  So far, the CatGenie seems to be working well, no problems.  Besides the fact that Emmie hissed at the yesterday and today.  I think it makes her nervous.  At least I don't have cat DVDs for them to watch while I'm in class- I'm totally serious, the people I got them from had them.

So there you have it.  The amount of money I spend on my precious babies is a little out of control sometimes, but I can't help it.  I just love them!

Just imagine how bad I'll be when I have children...

Tom and Jerry: Dominos Edition.

This morning I woke to ask myself several questions: where am I, where are my pants, and why does my hair smell of pizza?

These questions were quickly answered. I was at my friend Samantha’s house in her spare bedroom. I had stayed there after hours. My pants were on the floor. I took them off to sleep comfortably. My hair smelled like pizza because I ate an ENTIRE cheese pizza from Dominos. Dreams really do come true.

The most interesting tidbit from my night was how I acquired that juicy, saucy, cheesy morsel of deliciousness. I was hungry after I went to the bar- why wouldn’t I be? I called Papa John’s and they answered, “Papa Johns, we’re closed.” That really rubs me the wrong way. Don’t answer to a starving partially drunk girl and then taunt and tease her with what she cannot have. I even tried to get a pizza by telling her I was pregnant (which I am not) but she hung up on me. How RUDE. On I went to Dominos. After picking up my pizza I opened the door to walk out. In strolled a tiny little friend, one that was not welcome in those parts. A mouse. He walked in, sniffed the air, and then swiftly exited. A fine performance if I may. I watched these moments transpire before my eyes and after about 5 seconds screamed bloody murder. What’s a girl to do?

In other news, I got a twitter. I’m not entirely sure how to work it properly but I’m getting there. Possibly the most exciting moment of my day has been that Sara Shepard, author of Pretty Little Liars now follows me on twitter. What a life I’m living. When I received the notification for this splendid news I was nothing short of jubilant. Perhaps she will dance her way across the highways of the World Wide Web and stumble upon my little ole blog (said in a Scarlett O’Hara type voice, obviously).

When I woke up this morning I was instantly worried about the kittens; Emily Dickinson and Jane Austen AKA Emmie and Jane. I came home and called my parents. When I later spoke to my mom she said she had been worried I had been slipped a “Mickey” since I was up so early.

A Mickey? What is a Mickey? Mickey mouse? Donald Duck?

Apparently this strange vocabulary means what we call a roofie. The cultural differences between our generations are astounding.

I felt so gross after sweating my balls off in a bar last night for three hours that I bathed myself thrice today. A bath this morning to wash off the stale sweat, gross I know, but I don’t sugarcoat. A shower this afternoon to reinvigorate my hair that looked like, as my mother would say, “a cat sucked it.” This is actually a viable possibility now that I have two kittens. However, this was not the case today. I believe the copious amount of sweat my body released super soaked my hair and, in turn, my hair retaliated, as it often does. My third bathing experience was an hour ago, to try out my new bubble bath. It was lovely.

I have had a hankering, if you will, to bake a cake. It was at first a small bubble that entered my brain and now has consumed my thoughts. Maybe Bree van de Camp got inside my head while Desperate Housewives was on during my nap today. Or perhaps it is because my boyfriend, Jake, is living far off in a distant land… two and a half hours away. Maybe my brain is playing tricks on me (as it often does, especially during tests) and wants me to take this as an opportunity to brush up on my domestic skills. I’m fairly domestic in the cooking side of things- I have several specialties- but I do need to brush up on my baking. It’s much too mathy and scientific for my brain to understand it. Any suggestions for recipes I should try? I want to blow his socks off next time I cook for him. Who knows when that will be…

I couldn’t go out tonight. My liver needed a break. I will be going home next weekend, which will provide plenty of stories, I am sure.

Keep it Real.