When I was young and a cat food commercial came on where the kitties would nuzzle their owner after receiving a portion of Brand X, I’d think to myself, “Those are probably special cats, the way they use perky models to portray everyday moms in cleaning commercials. I won’t ever have a cat like that.”
But I was wrong.
She follows me around the house, she sleeps under the blankets in the crook of my arm, and I can’t imagine my life without her.
When you have a cat, every day is filled with moments like this.
(I can tell she’s purring just from the way her stomach moves when breathing.)
(Compare this to a very similar clip I made of Dolly six years ago to see how far I’ve come with video.)
(Turn up the sound!)
I never have a lot of it, but when I do, it means I can scratch my cat with my chin.
Once again, taken with my iPhone.
My Uncle Joe and Aunt Vivien bought me this model cat from Taiwan. It looks so real that I thought it was stuffed at first glance. It’s life-sized, though on the small side, so appearing to be a kitten. You can only tell that it’s fake when you look closer at it’s nose (plastic, without the same texture as a real cat’s nose) and ears (too much hair — I’m guessing membranes are too difficult to fake). If I wasn’t a cat lover, I’d definitely be fooled.
I’m going to put it in the back window of my car; I’ve been looking for a decoration ever since I got my car a year ago, and this is perfect. Hopefully no one will smash my windows in an attempt to save it.
The holidays are over. I suspect that I’ve eaten more chocolate over the last two weeks than ever in my life.
The two New Year’s parties were great, although I missed seeing Rob at Aaron’s. I did get a New Year’s kiss though, something I normally feel awkward about when the couples are all partaking and I hide behind my camera.
The holes in my ceilings have yet to be fixed, and it makes me cringe every time I walk into my bedroom or bathroom, so I spent all my time in the living room. Every day, I’d wake up, eat, play games, watch movies, then fall back asleep there.
On occasion, I’d visit friends or see a movie, if only for the sake of getting out. Some nights, I’d open the blinds and let the burning sky pour in, just so I could know that there was something out there outside of my little microcosm.
I’m glad to be back to life. I was feeling so lackadaisical and disconnected, drifting aimlessly without any reason or purpose. In a strange way, I feel recharged, if only because I had two weeks without a regular schedule.