2014/08/08

It’s International Cat Day!

Da Goddess @ 16:51

Not that we don’t celebrate cats each and every day here, but it’s nice to know other people celebrate, too.

International Cat Day is a thing, people. C’mon, do your part to make nice with the pussies of the world!

International Cat Day model Celia

2014/07/23

After All This Time

Da Goddess @ 18:36

I am alive and, well, not kicking, but definitely close to screaming. It’s been a bitch of a day, a bitch of a week, a bitch of a month. But things are looking up.

Got meds straightened out. Got adjuster drama straightened out. Got new meds for pain that’s not controlled by regular meds. And I got myself some circus peanuts to help ease the pain and frustration of all the bullshit I’ve been dealing with lately. Circus peanuts work wonders. As do Bullseyes (caramel and cream candies).

Also had to send more documentation for LD’s enlistment to his recruiter. Oy vey. So much to do. And it’s now done. I’m toast.

Now that all is done, I’m going to lie down and hope for some good rest.

2014/07/12

Caught in a Trap

Da Goddess @ 22:08

Every once in a while, I go into the spare bedroom to grab clothes or put clothes away. Fletch follows me in. Celia is not allowed in there. Fletch is pretty easy to extract. Celia is not. So I do everything possible to keep her out of that room.

While Mojo was here a few weeks ago, we had gone into the spare room and Fletch had followed us. As we were getting ready to leave, Fletch had basically set up camp in a corner where I couldn’t reach him, and from where he chose not to respond when I called him. So Mojo and I walked out of the room and closed the door on him, with me fully intending to go back in a few minutes to let him out. Well, we got to fixing lunch and talking and then began to play games and it wasn’t until probably two hours later that I remembered he was in there. No fuss or anything from him to remind me. Noooo, that would have been too easy! So I go in and expect to see him sitting by the door, giving me the look of disgust for leaving him in there, and I see him, instead, atop the tallest dresser, lounging as if this were the best damn thing he ever thought of. I pick him up and coo my most sincere apologies to him and he really just couldn’t care less. (Although, to be fair, he did give me a couple of little kisses.) Horrifying “locked in a bedroom for hours” ordeal over. You’d figure he’d be wary of the room. Ha!

This morning, just before King Arthur went out, he’d gone back into the room for something, not checking to see who was behind him and not closing the door as he walked into the room. (I know nothing of this at the time, just filling in the audience as a good narrator should.) King Arthur leaves for his lunch meeting with his investment counselor. I’m doing laundry. I get caught up in a show. I eat some lunch, awaiting King Arthur’s return from his lunch, and I wonder where my Fletch could be. I see Celia, but no Fletch. I call for him, look around to see where he might be hiding. Nothing. I hear no distress cry or scratching, so I figure he’s just napping and “vants to be alone” a la Garbo.

Couple hours later, King Arthur returns home and I’m still puttering around the house. No sign yet of the Fletch monster. Finally, after much discussion, it’s determined that he simply has to be in the back room (or perhaps, in the closet in our bedroom, which is another story for another time) and I head back there, open the door, and there he is! King Arthur’s insistent that he’s not been back there for anything. I know I haven’t. And we’re pretty certain Fletch hasn’t learned to open doors quite yet. Turns out, that, yes, King Arthur HAD been back there before he left the house. Ay yi yi! This is about the time I start planning signage for the door along the lines of: “Check for cat before entering room. Shut door before he enters.” “Check for cat before leaving room!” “Check for cat! Always check for cat!”

Once again, Fletch made it out of there sans trauma. In fact, I’m pretty sure he thought it was simply independent play time in the special Fletch playroom.

Silly cat.

Since then, we’ve been playing with bubbles, which he LOVES! He catches the between his paws. He bites at them. He stomps them with his furry little paws. And then he looks up at me, expectantly, awaiting more. Always more. More. More. More. Please, more bubbles! More. Please! I like bubbles!

Best damn 25 cents I even spent at a yard sale.

Maybe the next one will have signs for the bedroom door.

2014/06/30

LD in Da House!

Da Goddess @ 13:43

Little Dude has arrived! He’s currently on the sofa with Celia in his lap. She picked him back at the shelter and I somehow think she’s only put up with me and with King Arthur in hopes that LD would soon return.

This week we have to finish up paperwork for his recruiter. Yep, you read that right: his recruiter. USMC. He’s doing an early enlistment deal with delayed entry so he can finish his last year in high school. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around this. At all. He’s my baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby booooooy! I just…can’t…with this. Sigh.

Since he got here this morning, we’ve made three stops, had lunch, played with cats, and are watching movies because, well, that’s what we do.

Anyhow, that’s what’s going on here today.

2014/06/24

Sitting Pretty

Da Goddess @ 03:05

Oh, Fletch!

Fletch sitting pretty

Honestly, that cat is just weird.

2014/06/20

Crime Fighting, Cuteness, and Working Cats!

Da Goddess @ 23:01

Well, at least they try to fight crime. It’s a pretty hard job, you know.

One police station in Kyoto has a cat named lemon on the job.

In Seoul, South Korea, Mango and Mango Kobun handle various duties around the station, including keeping morale high.

At Kishi Station, Tama serves as the Super Station Master. Not exactly police work, but still an official job of authority! And her presence there helped save the station from closing. That’s pretty damn cool.

By now, the whole world has pretty much heard the story about the cat who saved a California child from a dog attack. Tara, the brave kitty, is now your basic international superstar!

Then there’s Quirky, the blind kitten. Super powers: a little echolocation used to get around; has a seeing eye dog, should super powers fail; and, finally, ULTRA CUTENESS! So, not necessarily a crime fighter or a working cat, but Quirky is a heartbreaker of the finest kind.

And if you’re tired of cats for a while, here’s a palatte cleanser: exceedingly amazing work made of paper.

2014/05/29

Wild Kitty Alert

Da Goddess @ 01:29

Fletch. My dear kitty. It’s 01:29. You should be sleeping. Instead, you’re running around like a wild and crazy animal with a burr up your butt. I love you, Fletch, but reeeeaaaalllly! Chill. Come curl up with Mommy and Daddy and GO TO SLEEP!

Thank you.

The Management.

2014/05/21

And They All Lived Happily Ever After

Da Goddess @ 02:59

Monday night, Mojo and Prince Charming broke the news to my mom and dad about their wedding. Both of my parents took the news well.

A couple months ago, my mom had mentioned she told Mojo not to get married, thinking it would cause her to not finish her schooling, lead her to not follow through on her plans with the Air Force, and on and on. At the time, I understood what my mom was thinking, but I also knew that Mojo would do what was right for her. She’s a smart girl and she’s old enough to make her own decisions.

My dad? Well, he would be fine with just about anything Mojo decides because he knows she’s past the age of making poor decisions.

Both of my folks really like Prince Charming (always have). And yet, I do know they worry about her making big decisions about “the rest of her life” at the young age of 21.

Hence, the secrecy surrounding the wedding.

We went to the Brigantine in Del Mar for a family dinner. King Arthur and I drove down to join my older sister and her husband (the ones who have taken care of Mojo since she was 9), my little sister, my parents, and, of course, Mojo and Prince Charming himself. Ostensibly, the dinner was to celebrate Charming’s graduation from college, his receiving his commission, and a last hurrah before he left on his first set of orders. Since KA and I got there early, we stopped at a shop and enjoyed looking around at antiques, repurposed goods, and smelled wondrous homemade soaps. We also stopped at the beach for photos (the few I took, since I brought just one lens and instantly regretted as the surfers were out and having a great time). I kicked off my shoes, dug my toes in the sand, wandered down to the water and got my feet wet a bit. When I put my huaraches back on, I loved the feel of the sand still between my toes and the fact that the sand stayed with me for the whole night. Just that simple exercise reminded me of what I’ve always known: I’m a total beach gal. I have always been one and I wish it weren’t so expensive to live by the beach because I would be there every single day, rain or shine.

Finally, we headed to the restaurant, had an appetizer, and waited for everyone. Mojo and the Prince showed up before everyone else so I took them outside and got a few photos of them together. The very moment they stood together and his arm went around her, Prince Charming would give my daughter a kiss. It was just beautiful to watch them together. They are really and truly deeply in love. It’s evident in all they do.

Finally, the rest of the family arrived and we settled around the table. Appetizers for everyone else, conversations going in every direction, and Mojo kept her left hand covered so my parents couldn’t see her ring. One of the conversations involved Prince Charming’s orders and him having to leave at the end of the week (the day before graduation [which had been postponed a week due to the fires]). My mom said she hoped the Prince wouldn’t forget about Mojo, and Mo replied, “I don’t think that’ll happen, Grammy. He can’t!” And after the food was on the table, she told my parents she and Prince Charming had wed. My mom said, “Well, I guess you’re right: he won’t be able to forget you now!”

We’d all been holding our breath when Mojo made her announcement. We were worried there could possibly be yelling, hurt feelings, or even a heart attack. None of that happened, though. Just smiles and a couple tears of joy and lots of congratulations.

Dinner was yummy, as was the cake my big sis had brought for the celebration. Family photos, stuffed tummies, endless smiles, and a million hugs, and then we headed out the door for our long drive home.

Mojo will join her husband in July when she drives his belongings out to him somewhere in the middle of the United States. After that, she’ll come back to Cali and finish up with her paperwork so she can get started with her Air Force career. While it’s not ideal for her to be going off to Basic Training so soon after getting married, the kids will be entitled to separation pay and they’ll use that for their nest egg. Prince Charming will be focusing on his job (and probably taking classes online for his next degree) and Mojo on hers. When they finally get together, they’ll be ready for whatever life throws at them next.

I really am super happy for them and proud of them for planning out how to manage their time apart, how they’re going to continue their education, how they’re going to manage their finances, and planning out the rest of their lives. They have their heads on straight. They have their eyes on the prize. And they know now they have total support from the entire family.

Before we left for the evening, I got a couple wallet-sized photos from the wedding, which are just absolutely lovely. I can’t wait to see the rest! And I have a promise from Mojo to come up and visit before she leaves.

My darling girl is all grown up. She’s a married woman. She’s on the brink of so many major things and she’s not only confident about what’s coming her way, she’s happy at the prospect of all of it.

Seeing her like this…seeing her so absolutely joyous…it makes my heart overflow with love and happiness. I couldn’t have asked for a better son-in-law and I couldn’t have hoped for a better daughter. I’m a lucky woman, I am.

2014/05/06

Rebooting

Da Goddess @ 21:06

I’m so very exhausted and sore from two weekends of faire that I’m declaring the next few days as Reboot days.

Talk amongst yourselves. Enjoy. Topic: Cats. Domestic Lovebugs or Feral Terrorists.

2014/05/02

The Long Weekend, Part II

Da Goddess @ 01:24

Well, we’re in the last moments of prep for the second weekend of faire. I just finished folding the last of the clothes. I’ll pack in 5 minutes in the morning. And then we’ll head down to SD for the weekend. It’ll be hotter than last weekend, which I don’t like. But otherwise, we’ll be back amongst friends and making new friends along the way.

Have a friend coming over to feed the cats on Saturday. We’d fed them their wet food early last Friday, left lots of dry food and water for the entire weekend, and then fed them again once we were home Sunday evening. While that part went okay, the stress on Celia was obvious: she lost the fur on her ears. Fletch gave me the cold shoulder when we walked in, but got over it quickly enough. In order to avoid more hair loss, our friend will be here Saturday to feed them the wet food and play with them a bit. Fingers crossed!

In the future, we’ll either have to board them while we’re gone, take them with us, or have someone come spend the entire time with them while we’re not home.

Off to bed now to get the rest I need before craziness sets in.

2014/04/30

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Da Goddess @ 17:29

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2014/04/20

Spotlight on Fletch

Da Goddess @ 00:29

Just a few of my favorite Fletch shots.

The first two were taken in the shower, one of my handsome boy’s favorite places. Him inspecting the bench where we set all our shampoo and soap and such. Him up on the ledge.

Fletch in Shower

Fletch in Shower

And here we have Fletch up on the tree again. On the shelf that’s too small for his full figure.

Fletch treed

Fletch treed

2014/04/19

Sleepy Kitties

Da Goddess @ 00:21

Sleepy Celia

Sleepy Fletch

One cat per chair. Nap time is sacred and I obviously disturbed them terribly. Celia’s givin’ me stink eye fo’ sho’

2014/04/18

A Short Stack

Da Goddess @ 00:20

Forgive the glowing eyes. Sometimes you just can’t get around it with flash.

The cats in a stack

Then there was this shot. As you can see, Fletch is really a bit too large for the top shelf on the cat tree, but he likes it up there. Celia has recently taken it over as HER spot, though Fletch occasionally gets up there to play King of the Hill. Usually, it’s done with very little grace and much laughter (on our part).

more stacked cats

Tonight, they’re being a little naughty. I’ve heard at least two separate jumps from counter to floor in the kitchen. That would be the diva. She hasn’t done that in a very long time. Apparently the chicken we fed her earlier has made her bold again.

And with that, I’m off to see what else I have hiding in my archives.

2014/04/14

Hissy Fit

Da Goddess @ 19:07

Somewhere, somehow, I think there’s a special manual cats read upon being adopted. In it, it clearly states that you (the cat) will often behave in an adorable manner in order to be forgiven for a multitude of behaviors.

For instance, you will chase things attached to strings at the end of sticks. You will roll over on your back and bat at a myriad of things. You will purr and blink your cute little eyes and twitch your whiskers and reach a paw out to lovingly pat your person. And then you will freak out over something, run through the house like a bat out of hell, poop under the bed, and hiss and growl at the person trying to help you.

Such is the case with our dear Fletch. He was playing feather chase cat fishing with King Arthur when he somehow got tangled up in the line, ran under the table, broke the dowel, and ran hissing and growling through the house with part of the dowel banging behind him. Celia became aware of the situation and ran after him. I’m not sure if it was because she felt sorry for him or because she was laughing at his plight (you can never tell with her). After seeking refuge under KA’s desk, Fletch then ran back under the table, banging around a bit more, and then took off for the bedroom. I’d been going for the scissors for KA to cut the line off Fletch’s foot while all this was happening and ended up going to the bedroom to fetch the Fletch. He was under the bed, growling, hissing, and generally being all kinds of pissed off. I don’t blame him. As I looked under the bed for him, I noticed a distinct odor and then saw the three turds. They were fresh. I knew they were his. I left him to calm down a bit, grabbed some toilet paper, scooped the poop, flushed it, washed my hands, and then gingerly got down on my knees to find my kitty. I began extracting the items stored under the bed. And then I saw him. No longer was he throwing his hissy fit. Instead, he was huddled under the bed looking rather forlorn. I pulled out the bag with the comforter. He didn’t budge. I could get the dowel cut off, so I did that. Then I left him for a moment to calm down. When I came back, I tried to talk him out from under the bed. No such luck. I psssttt’d him, I cooed at him, I whispered, I cajoled. All to no avail. So, risking life and limb, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out. No resistance. No sound. Just a very sad look. I tried to loosen the knot on his back leg. Nope. Didn’t work. I called for KA to bring me the scissors (I don’t know why I put them away after I cut off the dowel. I wasn’t thinking). At this point, Fletch was in my lap and was very subdued, as if embarrassed by his plight. KA cut the line and we told Fletch he was a good boy for not struggling and told him he was okay. He just lay there. (I’m pretty sure the manual says you have to play dead when all else fails.)

Finally, after much comforting from us, he got up and sauntered out to the living room. Again, I think the manual requires you to act cool as a cucumber after you’ve wigged out. He then proceeded to flop down on the sofa, sigh heavily, and fall asleep as only a cat can do. He’s been rather sedate the rest of the day. No big, golden eyes hinting at mischief. No twitchy tail. Nothing but cool detachment and absolute disavowal of the freak out.

Needless to say, in the person section of the aforementioned manual, it says the person who is owned by said cat to cuddle and coddle cat as much as possible after any perceived trauma. And that we did.

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