Here’s a quick overview of the good, the bad, and the just plain strange things that happened this year:
I reviewed some great books.
And identified Goose-squatch.
My husband and I adopted a new cat, and then lost two to old age (Abby) and kidney disease (Loki).
My car broke down, was fixed, broke down again, was fixed, but still isn’t running right and I decided that I REALLY need a new one.
I hit Josh in the face with a snowball.
Floyd D. Computer broke and was replaced by Floyd D. Computer Jr.
I posted my first YouTube video (of my cats, of course.)
And moved into a new apartment.
I reviewed some awesome pet products: T-shirts for dog lovers, some kick-ass pet products, catnip-filled cat toys, and a Gamma2 Vittles Vault.
And some cool cell phone apps: Snapbucket, Let’s Eat and Krispy Kreme Hot Light.
I redesigned this blog.
And… posted LOTS and LOTS of cat pictures.
So, what’s on tap for 2012? I’m moving AGAIN sometime within the next month, my husband (finally!) starts school, and the best news of all… I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNT (courtesy of my sister and her husband.)
Beyond that, who knows? I’ll live it and you’ll end up reading it. There’s nothing more simple than that.
Josh and I decided to get ambitious Thursday afternoon and accomplished this:
Yes. We ripped out the old, ugly, stained carpeting that covered the stairs. It was the only carpet in our apartment, except for the indoor/outdoor stuff that’s in the enclosed porch/cat room. And that’s staying.
We had permission from our landlord to take it out. Actually, his exact words were, “Lift up a corner and see what the floor looks like underneath,” but once we started removing it there was no stopping. Now we need to get his authorization to paint or tile the very bottom of the stairs near the front door, since the floor there is kind of icky (the previous tenants had dogs that they apparantly let pee down there. Yuck.) The stairs themselves are fine. We just need to go through and remove any remaining nails and staples and then give them a good cleaning.
That’ll have to wait until we’re feeling ambitious again.
I figured I’d start off the week on a cat-related note. Here are some pictures of my fuzzies (mostly) enjoying their new home:
Horus, trying to figure out what to do next. BTW - his tail is almost 15-inches long!
Osiris hopping off of a windowsill, birdwatching successfully completed.
Hercules the Chicken-cat hiding under the coffee table. He's terrified of the ceiling fans in the living room, dining room and kitchen. When they're in motion - he's in hiding.
While moving sucks in so many ways (the packing, the schlepping, the arranging, the re-arranging, the unpacking…) there are several random things to categorize about my home. And here they are:
My office/library/craft room/Josh’s model room – it’s nice having a space to work in, especially one where I can close the door and keep my cats out. Once I’m finished unpacking everything, I can get the remainder of my books out of storage and will actually have a place to put them. I’ve missed my books these past few years! Plus, now Josh has a space to work on his models, and I can start scrapbooking again. Hooray!
The cat room. It’s actually a screened-in porch, but it serves as a home for the litter boxes, food and water dishes, cat tree, cat carriers, ten thousand cat toys and, some of the time, the cats themselves. They still prefer the couch, but at least their stuff has its own space.
No dishwasher. I have to go back to washing the dishes by hand. :-(
I think we have a ghost. The thermostat keeps re-setting itself (62 when it’s cold and 82 when it’s hot) and Josh swears he felt something grab his foot while he was sleeping the other night.
The Freakin’ Hilarious
Josh’s feeble attempt at Origami last week when he was bored. I unearthed an Origami kit that I bought a while back and handed it to him for entertainment. His attempt at making a paper crane and a… I’m not sure what… were laughable.
Yesterday Osiris managed to get on top my large bookcase and carefully walk across the molding on top of the door to balance on the door itself. I walked into the office and was greeted with this: