Posts tagged cat
Writing on the Window
Breathing on the Glass
My mom works
At a place called Sealing Devices. They make all kinds of stuff, usually gaskets and whatnot. Anyway, she ends up bringing home a lot of weird stuff. For a while she brought home a ton of pyrex dishes because they had the contract to put the rubber grips on them. So, thanks to her (and her fantastic quality control) and people slightly screwing them up, I have a whole set of pyrex dishes.
Anyway, to package sensitive things they use this weird black foam stuff. It’s nothing amazing. Just black heavy sponge kind of. It comes in one inch thick sheets of whatever size and they come in handy for a lot of things. I use them to ship things when I sell something on etsy, they’ve padded the insides of all of Evie’s Halloween costumes, I pin my crochet work on them when I have to block something and right now Evie is using 10 two foot circles as lilypads around the living room. My mom even has them on all of her kitchen chairs as cushions. (It doesn’t look good but it does the job.)
I always knew this stuff was handy but my mom discovered the best use for it ever! I’m sure you’ve all heard of the Magic Eraser? Well, my mom discovered this foam acts like a dry version! It won’t take marks off of walls but it takes cat fur and dust off of everything! My cat sleeps on the back of my ugly pink chair and it’s just COVERED in fur. I’ve tried sticky sheets, duct tape, a wash cloth, all kinds of stuff and nothing would take if off completely. The fur kind of embedded itself in the slight fuzziness of the chair and I’d given up a long time ago. I planned on reupholstering it anyway. Well, just for the hell of it, I took a chunk of this foam and wiped it across the fur (to challenge my mom’s claims) and it took all of it off! This foam is magic! And not only does it take it off, the fur sticks to it. I just wiped all my lamp shades and the dust from them stuck to this stuff too!
My mom has a chunk rubber banded to her swiffer. I wiped up the cigarette ashes on the table and those stuck too! I haven’t tried it wet but I bet it would scrub dishes really well. Anything can do that though. I’ve never come across anything that’s picked up fur like this. Plus, you can rinse it off and use it again, so it’s environmentally friendly too! I should market the stuff! lol
And yes, I just wrote a whole post about cleaning up cat fur. My life is beyond exciting, I know.
If there’s anyone out there that wants me to send a chunk of this stuff to them, just let me know. Drop your address in my ask box or something. I probably have most of your addresses but a reminder couldn’t hurt.
It’s the weirdest thing but every time Eric plays Skyrim, and only Skyrim, Kitty watches it too. She watches it really intently too, as you can see.
We have a silly kitty.
That’s one happy kitty.
I made a kitty. Evie is in love.
We just gave our cat catnip for the first time.
Endless entertainment had by all, especially Kitty.
My pretty kitty. She’s such a tiny thing. And loud. So loud.
Can you teach a cat to stop meowing?
Because I’m going to have one less cat if this pain in the ass doesn’t cut the shit. I love her, but she’s so loud! All day long and all through the night, meowing. For no reason!
Awwww.
I am always amazed at how big my dad’s cat, Porky, is. It usually doesn’t translate to pictures somehow but I think you get the drift here. Porky has to weight 25-30 pounds because she rivals Evie’s weight, with Evie being just a little bit heavier.
Eric was only able to hold Porky up for a couple seconds or so because he was afraid he was hurting her, holding onto her so tight. Mind you, Eric is around 240lbs, with it mostly carried in his shoulders and arms (the ones that make it impossible to find a shirt that fits him without looking like a rubber band around him. We measured and his arms are actually bigger than my head. Perspective.)
So fat! If it was a boy, I’d call it Garfield but since she’s a girl, I think Porky fits her very well.
Look at ‘em! Just look at that cuteness! Kitty didn’t like me picking them up this time so I only got a few shots in. She didn’t mind until they started to mew. Then she looked at me and did a little half meow to let me know enough was enough so I obliged. Far be it for me to come between a Mom her and babies.
I will take pics of the Kitties soon!
I didn’t want to do it last night because it was so dark in our room which would have required a flash. That seems like a jerky thing to do to little kittens who can’t see well yet. I always had a problem with people doing that to newborn babies too… They’re first experience is to see little squares in their eyes? Obviously we were guilty of this too because you can’t not take pictures of a newborn, but it always made me cringe a little.
The one that looks like our kitty seems to be the smart one. She found the milk and stayed there, never losing it again. The other one kept losing it every time Mama Kitty moved even the tiniest bit. Then she’d have to lick him back into place. It was funny to watch that little guy get lost in her back legs.
The two kitties look like the two cats I grew up with, Wilbur and Scrappy. It’s awesome. (I names Wilbur after the pig in Charlotte’s Web. Later I realized one of the baby spiders is named Nell in the movie.) Wilbur died this past spring. He’s buried in my mom’s back yard. Scrappy is still alive and kicking at her house. He’s a weird cat that can’t meow for some reason. It just sounds like wheezing and it’s adorable. My mom is convinced he’s a Bombay cat even though we got him for free from a crack head that used to live next door to my best friend. Scrappy does look exactly like this though:
Here’s some of my apartment, as promised. Notice the lack of curtains, because we really didn’t need them at the other place. Now I have to buy a billion of them, which I’m not excited about.
Also, how cool is that height chart I made?! I got the the design from Just Something I Made. I wish I would have made it before we started recording Evie’s height though. Transferring all those little marks accurately kind of sucked. It’s like they don’t count now, because she didn’t actually stand against that wall and I didn’t actually run a marker over her blonde little head. We have a lot more growing to look forward to, so I guess it’s fine… I’ll get over it. At least we’ll be able to take them where ever we go now.
I didn’t take pictures of our bedroom because it’s still a disaster. I love the kitchen though. Now I’ll be able to bake and still have contact with the people in my house with the way it’s set up. At the last place, I was always all alone in the kitchen and it was lonely. The spot my desk is in is pretty good too. I can talk to people in the living room OR the kitchen without a problem. At the last place, the desk was in our bedroom where I was, once again, secluded from life. While this has it’s perks when I needed a little break, being here is obviously much better.
That’s my tiny fish… according to everything I’ve ever read, that fish is supposed to get 6-7 inches long but I’ve had him close to a year now and he hasn’t really grown. He better grow because he’s the only animal in a 37 gallon tank and it looks silly. I can’t really get any tank mates for him though… he’s a vicious little thing and there aren’t many brackish fish in pet stores around here, especially onces that can withstand the beak of this guy. (He eats snails, shells and all!)
My sweet kitty isn’t even supposed to be here. We’re not allowed to have pets but I’ve purposely avoided mentioning it to Eric because I can’t stand the idea of seeing her go. Plus, I’ve never seen tiny baby kitties and she’s due at the end of the month, I think.
We’re slowly turning this place into our home and I gotta say, I like it a lot better than the old place. I hate what they did to us, but it worked out nicely. At least we made out in all of it. Evie even seems to like it now. She didn’t cry at all when she went to bed last night!
Lol. Which came first? I took this picture of my mom a year and a half ago. I just found the cat picture last week. I wonder if the cat is my mom’s side-kick or it’s the other way around.
Evie really loves stickers. She thinks everything is prettier with them… and she got to the cat.
