jillithian: (Toe Jam)
Nothing makes me grin and giggle and shriek out nonsensical comments in a falsetto voice like my now 14 year old cat trotting and galloping and tweaking out like the spaz she is.

History Cat

In May of 1997, my dad and brother were out of town one weekend. And my mom saw a "FREE KITTINS" ad at the munie or the old grocery store in Rogers. We headed out to a farm and she was the orneriest kitten there. Playful and crabby and feisty and full of hiss and spit. We had to have her. I held her on my lap for the whole drive home.

My dad's first comment when he saw her: "That cat's history!" After a questionably run name drawing in which my dad was the one drawing from the hat, History was named.

Sandy was 6 at the time and she did not like History. It might have been because Sandy had all of her favorite spots stolen by a kitten who knew a good thing when she saw it. Mom's lap - taken. Jill's bed at night - taken. There were six chairs at the dining table with cushions. Whichever one Sandy was on, History tried to sit on, too. Sandy didn't like catnip anymore because the already feisty History cat would just get feistier.

History's favorite spots to sleep, other than wherever Sandy was sleeping, were empty beer cases (especially funny when my dad's favorite beer at the time was Red Dog and there was a calico cat head sticking out of the hole), and a decorative basket on top of the topmost cupboards. You'd call her name and have to see if any pointy ears were sticking out of the basket.

She'd go outside and pounce on grasshoppers. They were her favorite. She eventually moved on to little birds and would leave presents by our door. Sandy preferred to give us gutted bunnies and mice.

When I left for college, my dad said I had to take History with me. This led to my adventures in my first apartment that led me to starting this LJ. It was an apartment that allowed cats.

At 14 she's still full of hiss and spit and feisty and ornery. She's starting to tolerate Kiko now. Well, as long as Kiko isn't sticking her face in History's face. She's still pretty skinny, although her hips are getting a little bonier. Sandy made it to 3 months away from 18. She seemed to be slowing down more than History is, though. I suppose a 60 pound canine nemesis keeps you on your toes. She still loves going outside and cooking in the sun. In the winter, she and Tim battle for the prime heat register locations. In the summer, she tries to sit with me on the hammock and follow me around the yard. Most nights, just after I go to bed, I hear a mad scramble and then feel the cat jump on the bed - she risks life and limb running past the dog just to sleep with me at night. :) No matter where she is in the house, as soon as we let the dog outside, there's suddenly a cat in the kitchen, licking her chops, waiting for treats.

Any newly emptied cardboard box in the basement becomes her new playground. When we bought a big screen tv this winter, she would lead me downstairs and scramble in it to play with me. We had to get rid of that box, so Tim grabbed the box from Guitar Hero and put a marble in it for her. There are now about 6 marbles, a string, and a small stuffed Big Bird in that box. :)

I love this cat so much. She makes me smile just sitting there. She's been with me from the age of 16 and has been there through all of my growing up. She was one of the reasons I knew Tim was a good one - she hated my previous boyfriend with a passion and doesn't particularly warm up to people very well. But the first time Tim came over to my apartment, he put his coat on the chair and she snuggled up in it. She lets him hold her and she doesn't struggle or claw (first. person. ever.). I've been so lucky to have her in my life.

I think I'll have to give her a few extra treats this month. :)
jillithian: (Wedding Day)
It's official. I am in love with this dog.

Perhaps it was the long fur between the hind toes, or the sleepy brown eyes blinking at me, or the way she twitched while she was dreaming next to me on the couch. Whichever way, how anyone could not fall in love with this dog is beyond me.

We have decided to name her Kiko. According to this website, it means "spot" in Hawaiian and she has a spotted tongue. Yes, a stretch, but it was that or "Shadow" and Shadow is just too unoriginal for a household with a cat named History.

We're all learning. The wet spots (and poo piles) in the house have significantly decreased. She only pooed in the house that first night, and she is not peeing on the carpet anymore. She's only gone in the laundry room on the rubber mat flooring the past two days, and that is much better than the carpet. I think that is a huge improvement in just four nights with us.

Kiko has taken to chewing on (and, unfortunately destroying) the cat toys, while History has taken to eating the dog food. The rawhide bones and chew toys have been almost all but ignored so far, but the fuzzy squeaky ball we picked up for her yesterday has gotten the best reaction - mild interest and slight confusion. She's not quite sure how to play other than wrestling. Tim figured out a new way to play with her yesterday: if she is upstairs and he is on the landing, he'll hide behind stuff and kinda pop up every once in a while and she'll get all excited and run around and jump. Heh.

She already has many more names than Kiko. Like History, who is also known as goofy, silly cat, green-eyed demon cat, kitty cat, kitty, and pud-pud, Kiko has gotten some terms of endearment as well: fluppy dog, fluppers, and fluffer butter. (Yes, I am a big dork)

She fits in well with the family: she even pulls her own tail! There's been more than one occasion in the past four days that I've laughed out loud at her antics. She's still a puppy in her own mind. She doesn't realize how big she is (almost 60 pounds!) and so tries to be a lap dog and runs into things all of the time: the table, the door, your knee... She and History have an unspoken rule that they both have to keep an eye on each other, but don't get too close. I'd be sitting in the basement with Kiko and if the cat is upstairs, Kiko would have to be upstairs to keep an eye on the cat. Or, the cat would have to be in the basement with us, hiding behind the couch, but peering out every once in a while just to keep an eye on the dog. The invisible DMZ (de-militarized zone) has shrunk to about 15" around the cat, but it is a heavily guarded DMZ.

I don't think she was loved very much in the last days at her former home. Her fur was very matted and needed to be brushed and she was very wary of boys for a while. Tim spent almost an hour the other day just brushing her and cutting off the mats. She looks like a new dog. He really did a nice job. Especially since she doesn't know how to sit still for very long. She is very good natured and any barking she does is more of an alert to someone's presence rather than an angry or fearful challenge. She is not very happy about her kennel just yet, but enjoys being out on her leash in the front yard. Tim took the plastic side table from the deck inside the kennel and we've taken to sitting in there with her for a while. The first day I went to work and put her in the kennel, she barked and whined for a long time. Today, though, I sat with her in the kennel for a bit and then gave her a treat just as I left her in there, and I haven't heard her bark or whine at all, yet.

She's a lot more work than a 10 year old cat, but hopefully we'll figure out a happy medium. She's a good dog -- just young and energetic. I'll post a picture once I can take a good one of her: she moves too fast and lighting is difficult with an all-black dog.
jillithian: (*lick* Cute Overload)
We got a new dog today!

She is a 1 1/2 year old black spitz/chow chow mix from the humane society. Her original name is "NiNight". Yeah, that'll be changing. To what, we haven't figured out yet.

History cat isn't too happy yet. She's pretty much "Get out of my house, bitch."

Dog is very much an attention hound. And tries to be a lap dog. heh.
jillithian: (Big Earl)
It is day 2 of my diet relaunch.

I believe the photos from our User Group meeting last week were the big kicker.

So, it is day 2 and I am hungry and I just ate. :( The cat and I have something in common: we both lick the black plastic bowl thingie for those SmartOnes dinners clean. What I don't get, she'll lick and lick and lick until the thing is stuck under my desk and she can't quite reach it anymore.

Dad made a drive-by visiting this week. He arrived around 6pm on Tuesday and left around 5:30 am on Wednesday. He had just finished his "gut bomb" at Burger King (his terminology) before he got back to my house and so was too full to have any of the brownies I made especially for his birthday.

I'm not sore about it, really, except that we don't usually have brownies or many other types of refined sugar in our house. Otherwise I will eat it all. So now I am stuck with a pan of brownies (of which I've probably ate 1/4 already). Stupid brownies. Stupid, fattening, delicious brownies with chocolate frosting. I told Tim to bring them to work, but I think he forgot and then gave the excuse that he wants to eat them. He better eat the whole damn thing, that skinny bastard. Mom is arriving tomorrow evening, so she better help, too.

I think she yelled at my dad because Wednesday night he called me and apologized for not eating any of the brownies. heh

I have to somehow convince myself to do my homework tonight so I don't have to work on it when Mom is here. This will be a very difficult task as I have started a new crochet project and am a touch excited about it. Plus, I'm a big lazy ass.

My cubicle at work has a view of the Mississippi river out the big wall of windows. So we had a nice view of the crazy tornado storm that passed through yesterday afternoon. All the different offices in the building emptied to the corridor outside ours by the brick stairwell and we watched as the sky went from gray to black to yellow to blue to white. No damage to our building or my house. Trees are uprooted all over the place, though. Our yard just has extra downed branches and that's about it.

I think my best argument for not putting off doing my homework is that by doing my homework, I have a good excuse to continue to put off putting the laundry away. Welcome to my brain.

update: I have the exercises completed but now I have to read two case studies and report on them. Ugh. I am not interested by case studies. They always ask stupid questions at the end that are just odd. Maybe I'll do those tomorrow morning....
jillithian: (vomitus girl)
I've been putting off a lot of things lately that I shouldn't have and they're starting to bite me in the butt.

I should really call my aunt back to let her know we'd love to go to her house for Thanksgiving. The 4-ish hour drive (one-way) to her house in Deer River is a little ick-ish, but it'd be nice to see my grandma.

i should really pick up the box of contacts I have at the optomitrist's office that's been there for over a week.

I put off ordering tickets to Body World for today so they sold out and I missed getting to hang out with Ms. [livejournal.com profile] jo_mommday. (Luckily we also got an invite to [livejournal.com profile] thetim's place so we hung out with him all day instead. It was fun!)

I kept putting off repaying [livejournal.com profile] superna for the Spamalot tickets for next summer. Luckily she remembered and we evened up last night during poker.

[livejournal.com profile] viksin finally remembered the shirt she borrowed, oh, last year, and then we both forgot after she left Janna's last night. DOH!

I should really do some laundry as the pile of not clean is getting taller and the pile of clean and match-able is getting smaller.

Our kennel project is only part-way done and we haven't touched it in about a month and it is getting colder out.

Our nephew Craig will be ten on Thursday and his birthday gathering for the family is on Sunday and we don't have a gift for him yet...

And christmas cards and gifts for everyone are yet to be decided... ack!

I should go to bed, yet, too. :) Snuggle up to my wonderful husband and a purr-cat...


Nov. 10th, 2006 06:47 pm
jillithian: (That kind of day)
So, did I tell you guys I put my application in for grad school last week?

Did I tell you that I got a letter in the mail last Friday saying I was missing a letter of recommendation and my GRE scores?

The letter was in the mail, but the GRE scores? Did I tell you that the application and letters of recommendation forms I sent out were from SCSU because they had received my GRE scores?

uh huh. Makes sense to me, too.

Apparently I am on a very aggressive mail list now for Duke's MEM degree. I just got a letter in the mail talking about how a certain company offers a full tuition fellowship, paid summer internship and $1500 stipend for summer relocation and living allowances to women and minorities interested in the MEM degree. Only two of them, but damn!

Tim thinks I should apply. But Duke is all the way in North Carolina. I'd miss him and the kitty cat. But, I suppose applying will only cost me a stamp and an application fee and if I get the fellowship (not likely) it'd be an opportunity I couldn't turn down.

Final event of the day: Terryll had her water broken at 9am this morning. A little after lunch Tim texted Gary to find out the status. Gary was still pacing the halls at that point and we haven't heard anything since. I guess we'll just have to wait to meet Olivia...

(I gave blood last night, too. I figure it can't hurt having a couple extra pints on hand.)

And tomorrow I have to work.


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