Sunday, January 23, 2011

Fewer and Farther Between

Before I dive into a pile of casebooks and law school hell...here is a final post before these posts start to get less frequent.  And this one should make you smile.

Charly Reads a Postcard
I decided to send Charlotte a postcard about Georgetown.  Someday, when she is bigger than the postcard (and she can eat solid foods), I will take her to Georgetown Cupcakes and she can get the peanut butter fudge cupcake or maybe the strawberry one.  I also like the one that explodes when you bite into it, but its a little bit messy.  It's best to go during the week, or when its not ideal weather, because who wants to wait in the otherwise long line?  Charly does not wait in lines.  Also, she would undoubtedly be filmed for their t.v. show if they happen to be filming that day, but we'll have to charge them for the use of her image.

Charly Wears Her Christmas Present from Uncle Nick
Charly needs a new outfit for every day because she likes to spit up on herself.  So I thought it would be a good idea to get her some nice clothes for Christmas.  Here she is wearing her flower cardigan and smiling for her mom.  

In other news, Georgie did not want to be featured this week as she was suffering from some health issues.  Needless to say, she is fine, and all is well.  If you want the dirty details, call Uncle Dave.  Georgie is thrilled he sent her some mouthwash for her gingivitis.

As for me,  every day brings me closer to graduation!  I'm not counting in days right now, but definitely "seasons."  That would leave 11 left.  I'm not counting this winter.  



Sunday, January 16, 2011

Happy Days


Georgie was distracted, but Chris and I were trying to grab a shot with her.  There must have been a toy on the ground.


Sophi also loved the spot behind the trashcan.  

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Monster

Today began a good day.  It was the beginning of a 3 day weekend.  The sun was out for once.  It was cold, but not frigid.  I felt productive and cleaned some stuff.  I called the vet to get Georgie in for a nail trim.  Turns out they take walk-ins, who knew.  So I shoved her in her kennel, she escaped through an open side door, and I shoved her back in with a couple more treats and made nice sounds to her like maybe she would be a good girl, which we know never works.

Per usual, she huffed and tossled around in her kennel like it wasn't good enough for her on the walk to the vet, which is about 7 - 10 minutes worth of walking away.  Lucky for Georgie, who hates loud noises, sudden noises, anything that moves suddenly, and dogs, it was relatively quiet this morning off Connecticut avenue.  Could things have been any more in her favor?

It must have been the waiting room full of dogs.  If there is anything Georgie hates more than a world of snow and 40 below, its dogs.  The last time Georgie encountered a dog, she bit the crap out of my hand.  MY hand.

You see, kittie doesn't care who you are or whether you put food in front of her face or change the brita water in her kittie water bowl twice a day or scoop the **** from her litterbox every morning so that she has fresh litter to kick across the bathroom floor during the day.  When kittie is stressed, she takes it out on the nearest flesh-covered organism she can sink her teeth, or slash her claws, into.

Add another victim to her list.  The poor vet-tech who attempted to trim Georgie's nails this morning with bare hands and got a slashing.  There was blood.  Georgie isn't satisfied until there is blood.  By the end of the appointment, Georgie was no longer Georgie but Georgina, her evil alter-ego, and was covered in a towel while three of us held her down so she could endure the painful process of nail-trimming.

"They bite through towels," one of the vet tech's told me.  You don't say...

To top it all off, Georgie, (or is it Georgina?) has early onset gingivitis for which a 300+ dollar cleaning and special food are prescribed?  A quick email to Uncle Dave should clear some of this up.

Comfy and back in her kennel for the walk home, Georgie was getting used to her new claws and enjoying the usual compliments from passersby.

"Oh what a beautiful cat," a woman said.  She was standing with two other men and they had a conversation about Georgie, which Georgie was likey relishing.  I turned and said, "She looks nice, but she's not nice."

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Charly Loves Her Uncle Nick

So much that she urped on about 87% of her bib.


Oh, and here is one with Charly and me.


In this one, it's Charly - and that is me holding her.


I like to play a song for Charly once and a while on the guitar.  She was asleep on the floor, you wouldn't know from the picture.  But she was.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Presents! For me? You shouldn't have...


Here is Georgie in a typical situation; lounging in a self-indulgent manner.  Are the presents too much?  Well, she didn't think so.  Notice Chris' environmentally conscious wrapping.  Georgie found all the global warming talk at Christmas to be repulsive.  She hates snow and she hates also to be cold, which is why she complained non-stop in KCI's airport terminal while they left the door to the bridge open.  A nice lady said "Awwww.  I would take a cat any day over a baby."  In the distance, a baby was shrieking.  Shows how little she knows this cat.

While for the next hour Georgie tossed and turned in her carrier to get comfortable, I treated the slash wounds she inflicted upon me in security in a desperate scramble to get back in her kennel.  She hates being exposed to any type of scanning device.