It is the middle of the night, I am bored in a hotel room, and have decided to introduce you to my furbabies! *Warning – Crazy Cat Lady Post*
I have three cats, all of them rescues and all of them special needs. The first is Kitty. I rescued her in 2004.
Kitty was outside, meowing pitifully, and it took my coworker and I more than a week to catch her. She had a severely broken front leg, and it was dragging, causing sores and also throwing off her balance. I took her to the vet, and ended up having the leg amputated. The vet now estimates she is around 17, but I think she is more like 12. Either way, she is an old lady, but she still loves attention amd catnip, and has way more good days than bad days.
The next is Boy, and I rescued him in 2006 when he was 4 weeks old. I am pretty sure he was a ferral cat that was taken in, but the owner wasnt able to care for him.
He is the sweetest boy, but only to me. He hates every other human ever. He hisses, swats and bites anyone who tries to come near him, and even refuses to come out for wet food when I am travelling and someone else is taking care of them for me. Boy and Kitty get along great, they have been together since Boy was teeny tiny, and Boy is great at cleaning Kitty and helping her clean her head, which she struggles with because of her missing leg.
Boy on the left, Kitty on the right, curled up in my bed.
Last but not least is Lovie. I adopted Lovie in 2013 because I was worried Kitty was getting older and I didnt want Boy to be alone.
Lovie is a silly little girl at only 2.5 years old. She was rescued by a local shelter after she was found on the side of the road. She is missing most of her lips and has problems with her teeth, scars on her head and some missing chunks on both ears. Kitty and Boy havent taken to her so well, but they all tolerate one another. Lovie was originally named Buckles, but she deserves the name Lovie. She headbutts for kisses, loves being held like a baby, and insists on jumping up behind me so she can curl up on my chest.
I realize this is a ridiculously long post, but I love my babies, and want to encourage everyone to consider adopting/rescuing when looking for a family pet.
I have been busy since Friday. Friday was full of meetings for work, which means I actually did my makeup.
And by the time I got home…
Not too bad. The plus of working at home is I get to spend lots of time in pjs and comfy clothes, no makeup. Whenever I have meetings, presentations, or conferences, I always do my makeup.
I decided Saturday to go to the farmer’s market and grocery shopping, and wanted to do my makeup again.
I forgot to take photos before I left, so this was after the farmer’s market. Of course, it started to rain, so by the time I got home, I was a mess.
My face was OK, but my hair does not do well in humidity. I thought it was amusing.
And I have spent Sunday cleaning and organizing, and putting together a new chair. I dont even want to discuss the issues I had with the chair, but it is done, and fairly comfortable.
Now, I have to go finish some paperwork and spend the rest of the night relaxing.
I read The Fault in Our Stars a few weeks ago, and cried like a baby. Saw the movie tonight, and it isn’t as good as the book. That’s true 99% of the time though.
Lots going on this week, mostly catching up on work, with a team meeting on Friday. I have five or six things to blog about, and hope to get on that tomorrow. My anxiety is craaaaaaaazy lately, and I always consider blogging about my thoughts, then decide against it because it’s never a good idea to prove how crazy you actually are.
So, lots of blogs coming on new wax tarts, makeup, some jewelry, my favorite dress, and how much I enjoy doing new things.