I was googling cat fur patterns and colors yesterday because I wanted to get a word to describe what type of cats I have and also what types Sox and Bailey were. Well Sox obviously is a tuxedo, same as Dunkin Donuts. Bailey is a tabby cat and now I have a confirmation for Brooklyn. According to wikipedia, the most accurate information site out there, he is, indeed, a "moo cat". Black and white cow pattern equals "moo cat". There you have it folks. As I was doing this I had to go to my files and look at the pictures of Sox and Bailey because I couldn't remember what they looked like exactly. It's a sad sad state we're in...can't even remember my poor babies anymore. But looking at those pictures I can now totally understand why I think Brooklyn and DD are too skinny. Sox and Bailey are big girls! I don't think I really understood their weight problems until now that I have DD and BK. And even though these 2 are just wee kittens and still growing, the difference is huge.
You know what else is sad? Adulthood! It's the stage in your life when you willingly do things you swore you'd NEVER do again when you were a kid. I have found myself having a bowl of oatmeal every night for I don't even remember how long. And as someone who spent 6 years in kindergarten eating breakfast there every morning, breakfast usually equalling oatmeal, I am totally disgusted with myself! Although the oatmeal they fed us was nothing like the flavored instant just-add-hot-water oatmeal I'm eating now but still. Oatmeal is oatmeal even if you fry it in butter. And back then you either just ate it as such or maybe added some sugar and a dollop of butter. No cinnamon, no apples, nothing. Plain oatmeal still tickles my gag-reflexes. Just like banana yogurt does and I used to eat it like crazy when I was a kid. It was the only flavor that didn't have fruit pieces in it. For some reason fruit pieces offended my sensibilities.
Wanna know what I drink with my oatmeal? A cup of TEA! Check out my profile on the upper right hand corner. What does it say? Something about being a coffee drinker and hating tea cuppers? Tea Party is giving tea drinkers a bad name. And for coffees sakes, I named my cat "Dunkin Donuts" after my favorite coffee chain! You can't get much further away from tea party/cuppers/drinkers. But, I do remember my friend Antti saying once upon a time that drinking tea was so gay. That was right before he himself started drinking it. And he's straight. So there seems to be a conflict of interest: on one hand there's the homophobic religious right of US political map who call themselves the tea party, which would just be so totally against everything I am or represent and on the other hand there's Antti, my straight friend saying drinking tea is gay. Should I listen to the people who hate me and who and what I am or my friend? Hmmmm...there's a problem if ever you encountered one! But I still maintain my coffee drinker status.
To go back to my tea drinking ways...The brand I drink is called "Emperor's fiancee". It's something that I drank at Janne's place when he was living next door at Linikkalankatu. It's also around the time when I had my first girl crush. Or obsession. potato-potato. And when I had the subsequental boy crush. When I projected my girl crush feelings to a boy so I wouldn't have to deal with the fact that I was totally crushing on a girl. Great survival mechanism. I was about 14 at the time. Time sure flies when you're gay. Or coming to terms with the fact that you're gay. As I came out at 24 so it only took me about 10 years to deal with it. Anyway, the taste and smell of the tea just brought all that back. So I thought I'd share. No reason for me to walk down memory lane by myself.
Have a blessed Tuesday! OYG, the tea is making me religious! Somebody come and take it away!!!
Till next time!
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