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#RuesdayTuesday 2

Today’s agenda is short and sweet: more shameless promotion of a cute little kitty named Rue.




We added a new member to our little family last month! It’s my pleasure to introduce Rue.

This gal is such a ray of sunshine and impossibly sweet. We considered names like Pippa and Katniss but ultimately settled on Rue since she is small, gentle and excellent at hiding—just like her namesake from The Hunger Games.

In adopting Rue, we learned that Another Chance Cat Rescue (Kansas City, MO) houses 200+ kitties who have been rescued from the streets or off of other shelters’ “death row.” ACCR desperately needed help taking photos to post on, so I volunteered. Spending a day with so many cats is overwhelming in such a good way; and the results didn’t turn out too shabby either 🙂
My 9 favorite shots are below; full album at my share site.

If you’re looking to adopt a feline friend in the Kansas City area, please visit
Another Chance Cat Rescue (Saturdays 11-2)
7205 Central Street
Kansas City, MO 64114 US

Back on Track

Well, it’s been nearly 3 months since I last posted…amazing how time just sneaks away when you’re not looking. The weeks and months since Christmas have been an adjustment around our house, for the better in some ways and worse in others.

Severus and I flew to Oregon on Christmas Day to enjoy some oceanic therapy. It really is amazing what being oceanfront can do for the soul! It’s also amazing what falling into the ocean can do to an iPhone 6—not good amazing. Fortunately, we still had an upgrade on our contract so my waterlogged, 3-month-old phone has been replaced and I’m back up and running. Here’s a little peek at what that dip in the Pacific looked like.


Unfortunately, we’ve not yet been able to recover the photos/videos that hadn’t yet loaded to the cloud. That in itself wouldn’t be a big deal except that it was our last Christmas with Vampire Kitty. We got frequent reports from my mom (who was housesitting) that Storm wasn’t eating. We had hoped it was a simple matter of her being a cat and protesting our absence. When we returned home on New Years Day we found that wasn’t the case. After several days of syringe-feedings, we took her back to the vet’s office and learned she was losing weight at an alarming rate. On Friday, January 9, a bitey little soul left our lives; melodramatic though it is, I haven’t been quite the same since.

Storm and I were almost like halves of a whole. She was both a BFF and nemesis. She slept right beside me at night, joined me as I prepared for work each morning and greeted me at the door when I arrived home. In spite of all that togetherness—or perhaps because of it—she also lashed out and bit me with regularity. Given all of the wounds she inflicted over the years, I feel secure in saying that we shared a bond forged in blood.

Those first few weeks found me nearly inconsolable. Translation: there was a whole lot of ugly crying! For heaven’s sake, I’ve got misty eyes again now just thinking about it. That’s why it’s taken me so long to get back in the swing of blogging; I dreaded having to write this post but couldn’t pretend like it didn’t happen or have a tremendous impact on my world.

She was just a cat, and she was kind of a jerk of one at that, but she was my little jerk. Things have steadily improved and we’ve welcomed a new little family member that I’ll introduce soon. Still, the Storm-shaped void aches with fluctuating intensity and, like any grief, finds the most obscure ways to resurface.


Howdy, Strangers!

A lot has happened since I last posted. First, the hard drive on my MacBook decided to die; fortunately, I rescued my files by creating a mirror image of the drive on an external hard drive. So all is not lost, and I’ll have a new HD installed sooner or later.

My mom and I took a trip to Oregon last week (pics coming when I have my laptop again). It was lovely, of course, but I was saddened to see how dry things have gotten. Here’s hoping for a precipitous autumn and winter in the PNW.

stormAlso over the last couple of weeks our 12-year-old vampire kitty has been under the weather. After a couple of trips to the veterinarian’s office and blood tests, we’re not any closer to knowing what’s wrong. Poor girl has been very lethargic and shows no interest in food or playing… though I have gotten in some good snuggles. If you’d be willing to send up a little prayer for Storm, we’d appreciate it. She’s a mean little cuss but we love her terribly in spite of herself, and it’s hard to see her suffer.

Happy Friday to all, and to all a good night.

Adult Themes

Some people just aren’t fit to be grown-ups…aaaaaaannd I’m pretty sure I’m one of those people.

Don’t get me wrong, there are a number of “adult” things that I have down pat. For instance, I pay my bills on time and hold down a steady job. On occasion, I muster the wherewithal to cook and will myself to eat vegetables. When called upon to do so, I am capable of making serious decisions. I can fill up my own gas tank if I really have to. Heck, I can even stomach cleaning up dog puke if I really really have to. And I had to last night. So gross. (When it comes to cleaning up cat puke, I delegate to the dog, who’s happy to oblige.)

But it’s become apparent that I am in no way suited to go grocery shopping alone. I’m fine if I’ve got a companion (an external regulator, if you will)…flying solo is an altogether different story.

It seems such a simple task, grocery shopping. Be ye not deceived—it’s treacherous business and not for the faint of heart. Especially if you go at, say, 6pm when roughly everyone else in the world has decided to stop as well.

I Give Up

(I don’t really wear dresses to the grocery store)

At this point you’re probably thinking that I simply can’t control junk-food impulses when I’m by myself. Surprisingly, I practice considerable constraint in that regard.
My problem is anxiety sparked by my own indecision; there’s a lot of stuff at the grocery store!

And the flames are further fueled by fellow shoppers. There’s the elderly gentleman stabilizing himself with cane in one hand and overloaded basket in the other. The harried girl who’s younger than me and has three screaming kids with grabby little hands reaching in all directions out of the shopping cart. The middle-aged woman riding around in the scooter who inevitably stops too far away from the desired loaf of bread and must beep beep beep all the way back down the aisle. Then there’s the guy who apparently just finished his shift laying asphalt and can’t decide which can of soup he wants, so he paces back and forth in front of the entire display.

I’m not without compassion. In all likelihood, every person around me has more life drama going on than do I. Still, it puts me on edge. I get distracted by everything going on around me and end up discombobulated, overwhelmed and frustrated.

And we’re being completely transparent here, so I’ll admit I’m also a pushover. If somebody wants to be standing where I am, I make haste to get out of the way and apologize fervently. You’d think I was single-handedly responsible for killing the dinosaurs.
If somebody’s standing where I want to be, I avoid it altogether and hope I remember to come back when there’s less congestion in the area. I’ve got a hard enough time deciding what to buy without also feeling like I’m in everyone’s way.

So what’s an anxiety-riddled girl to do when she needs groceries?

1. Utilize the buddy system. Take your significant other, take your mom, just take somebody who can help buffer the craziness around you.

2. For the love of poultry, don’t go on a Sunday or the day of/before a holiday!

3. Regardless of the day, go after 8pm. In all likelihood, you’ll have missed the ‘after work’ crowd and most people with small, grabby children.

4. Be sure to wait until the very end of your trip to pick up any refrigerated/frozen items. This is common sense for some people, but for me it means that I don’t have to worry about stuff thawing while I’m being indecisive about everything else.

5. If it all becomes too much for you to handle and you need to break down, go to the bakery and ask to nurse one of their giant tubs of frosting. Or buy a cupcake with lots of frosting. Or a dozen.

There you have it, friends: 5 easy steps to supermarket success. Internalize these learnings then go forth and shop for groceries!