Life, right?
It’s been almost a year since my last update. I suppose social media stuff makes it seem a bit redundant, but I started to notice I’m making less connections these days because I stay in my bubble and am trying to work on that. I keep things semi-private, because I am more concerned with not hurting the feelings of people I am purposefully keeping at a distance –even if I am doing so for my own well-being. It’s time to get over it. Demons out, luck in!
In May I moved into my own place, and shortly after my family moved in too. (It’s cool; I needed more towels.) In somewhat recent history, there was a hurricane and an absurd flu outbreak that knocked my office out of whack. I turned 34, and because I am a sucker I fell in love with a handsome beastly jerk and a living Pokemon and adopted them.
They don’t like each other. Horace grew up on the street and cannot be convinced that the food bowls will be refilled on a regular basis, so he gets into everything that might possibly be edible. He likes the counter and the sink and the trash can, and whatever you’re holding and basically, everything you so much as look at. I am not entirely sure he wouldn’t attempt to snack on the other cat if they were left alone for a while. Nibbles on the other hand, is wider than she is tall, with short legs and approximately six inches of tail, and cannot jump up on anything too high or keep him from bullying her away from her own food dish. She looks like she was painted in pastel watercolors and is just as soft to the touch. She walks around going, “reh reh reh.” As my brother says, you can’t look at her without smiling. She’d been at PAWS since April endearing herself to the volunteers and staff but oddly not finding any luck with potential adopters. I don’t get it, but I’m glad it worked out because she’s mine-all-mine.
Fun Nibbles facts: when you scritch above her tail she reflexively licks the air keeping time with your motion and it is the best thing ever. I kept her shelter name because it suits her so well; she pulls each piece of food out of her dish, onto the floor and eats them individually. It takes her a half hour to eat a quarter cup of kibble.
Horace was a new face at the shelter that I clicked with immediately. First of all, look at his beautiful swirls and stripes, and secondly his name was Horace. He’s very affectionate, and I admit that the first time we met was my best makeout session of 2012. He bites when he’s annoyed and also when he’s excited, and anytime he feels like it. We have a special connection — deep inside a part of me is jealous of his free expression. I can’t just knock shit over when I’m pissed. Or chomp on everything that seems potentially delicious. Horace is truly living the dream. Cats are cool.
Here’s what I’ve been into lately that isn’t Nibbles & Horace related:
- Growing out my signature bangs because I have an actual hair goal in mind for a change.
- Watching nearly 700 hours of anime since I moved. (Yes, over 25 days worth in under a year.) I have a lot of things to say about this, and plan to.
- Add the time spent on Korean television dramas to that, and, no. Please don’t.
- Going on OkCupid adventures and making a ton of friends. The trick to OKC is to filter out all the straights. (You’re welcome.)
- Attempting to keep my 2013 New Year resolution to only talk about work in my nightmare addled sleep. The NDA makes not talking about the actual work super easy, but in turn you find yourself talking about all of the non-project-related office inanity. It’s a work in progress.
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Here’s a list of things that’ve happened since I last updated:
This weekend was one of the best despite being cold and ending in a hangover that went next-level three bites into the most delicious brunch. Between all of the good people I got to see this weekend… a birthday beauty and revelers and out of towners and proud-new-cd-releasers (rightfully so, too!) I spent most of it in a super excited daze wondering how life got to be so fucking fantastic. I just want to squeeze all of my friends until they run away like all of the cats I’ve seen lately tend to. (Elmyra forever.)