Sunday, January 07, 2007

Hunter, the ultimate tool of procrastination

Despite a very busy schedule and deadlines looming, I have managed to do nothing except lie on the couch with a book or movie and a kitten on my lap or wrapped around my neck all weekend. I did manage to tear myself away and get groceries today. I saw a Dr. Phil once where he interviewed a woman with supermarket road rage. People laughed at her. I think I may have her problem. I love grocery shopping and deciding what meals I'm going to eat this week, but there's something about old women, or mothers and disobedient children clogging aisles that drives me nuts. Oh! Or the person who parks their cart in the middle of the aisle, goes to the far end, and stands there trying to decide which brand of pasta to buy. At least pull over to the side of the aisle. Don't block traffic. Some people are definitely lacking in supermarket etiquette.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

I love

I love how Hunter sleeps ALL NIGHT. I mean, from 11 pm until 8:30 am. I love how he sleeps on my neck, and kneads my cheek with his paws. I love how he wakes up just long enough to yawn, turn over, and fall back to sleep, this time in my arm pit. I love how he cries to be picked up and cuddled, and how he starts to purr if I look at him. I love how I've spent the whole day in bed with him cuddling and reading.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Meet Hunter (the cat formerly known as Nash)...


My nine week old bundle of joy...

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Nash is coming home

Waiting for May for a new kitten obviously didn't work. Scott and I went January 1st to celebrate the new year, since he worked the night before. I was so hung over the next day that I decided a kitten would be the only thing that would make me feel better. So, off we went to the SPCA. Oddly, the SPCA didn't have any kittens. Good for all the animal lovers out there, but bad if you're in the market for a new pet. They directed us to a hospital, so off we went. When we walked in a man was just dropping off kittens. It's fate, I thought... What are the odds that someone will be turning in homeless kittens just as I'm looking for one? Well, I later learned that this particular hospital has a kitten adoption program, so the odds were actually quite good. Regardless, it made me feel happy since Nemo was adopted from an animal hospital as well. This little guy reminds me a lot of Nemo. He is a brown tabby, but with more white around his mouth, tummy, and white on his four paws. I wasn't allowed to hold him (the vet tech didn't want to be held responsible if I developed worms), but I watched him run around on the floor. He's going to be a handfull, which is exactly what I'm looking for. Right now he's in isolation, and is getting tested for a variety of kitty diseases. Hopefully we can pick little Nash up on Friday. On a sad note, I have to pick up Nemo's ashes tomorrow afternoon. The shrine is already prepared on the bookshelf. Now all I need is a kitten to cuddle to make it all better...

Monday, January 01, 2007

Sad news.....

I haven't posted in quite some time, but in the spirit of resolutions I'm going to try and post more regularly. A bit of sad news to start the new year. My little boy, Nemo, is no longer with us. On December 21st he was hit by a car. Although I feel guilty for ever letting him venture outdoors, he loved it. His favourite thing to do was sit by the compost and wait for mice. He had a great life, and didn't suffer at all. I, on the other hand, have suffered quite a bit since he's been gone. I'm feeling a bit better now, but am awfully lonely without my little guy. I made a vow to wait until the spring for a new kitten, but that is proving difficult. I'm off to the SPCA tomorrow, just to look... I swear...

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Poor Pluto...

Poor Pluto has been kicked out of the club known as the Solar System (http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/space/08/24/pluto.ap/index.html). I don't know what to think of this! Over 7 decades of children have grown up learning that "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas..." Now what? I have to learn a whole new mnemonic!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Discrimination against the obese

A couple in Halifax is sueing Capital Health, which is the company that owns all of the hospitals in this area. Hospitals in this province are desparately short doctors, nurses, and health care dollars, so weight-loss surgeries have been cancelled. This couple was supposed to have two surgeries (one each). They're sueing for discrimination against the obese. Are you kidding me?? Anything to try and earn a buck, I guess. Here's a suggestion for ya- go for a walk and lay off the McDonalds. I agree that genetics can lead to a person becoming overweight, but when you get to the point where you need surgery to take it off, you can't blame that on genetics.