I never thought I'd pay for a subscription to watch a show on the internet, especially in my financial situation but here I am, paying for Venice the Series. I've talked about the importance of positive role models for gay youth and even adults who are trying to come to terms with their sexuality and how important it is to see LGBT representation on your TV/computer screen. As great as it is to see Callie and Arizona on Grey's Anatomy, Emily and whichever-girl-she's-currently-dating on Pretty Little Liars or Brittany and Santana on Glee, those characters and relationships are still scaled down to suit the sensibilities of the white male christian america. It's kinda ok to be gay as long as no or very little intimacy is shown. For a person living in a country/area/region where it is not cool to be gay TV and web shows might be the only way to get in touch with community and to actually see "happy, content couple" representing their sexual orientation and the type of relationship they might want to have. If your family and society is always telling you being gay is wrong, how will you learn otherwise?
Last spring I was on afterellen.com reading about a possible lesbian couple on an american soap. They had a message board dedicated for the couple and someone mentioned or compared them to "Otalia on Guiding Light", another lesbian soap couple on another soap which had been cancelled few years before. They had a youtube link which I watched and immediately got hooked on. I watched their whole story from beginning to end and I gotta say, it was one of the best if not THE best love story I've ever seen on TV. It took them 1,5 years to do but you could see the slow build up and really understand what their love was based on. BUT, they were never allowed to kiss or do anything more than hug or "head bump" on screen. And the hugging really decreased once they were actually "dating". While they were still just friends and roommates they hugged quite a lot. Beautiful love story but very frustrating. Had I watched it in real time I'd probably would have pulled my hair out!
The actresses playing "Otalia", Olivia and Natalia, Crystal Chappell and Jessica Leccia had mad mad MAD chemistry. And their hot. Like super hot. And they were willing to do more than what the network gave them. So when the show was cancelled Crystal created Venice to continue to work the story, chemistry and fan base they've cultivated during the Otalia storyline. Which is where paying for a subscription comes in. In order to do more than network TV was willing to show they needed to go online. No outside censorship, but also no network money or advertisers.
Yesterday was the 3rd season premiere and I was eagerly waiting by my computer at 10pm when the episode came online. First people gracing your screen are Crystal and Jessica's characters Gina and Ani in bed together. What a great start! Is it next Wednesday already???
Not to forget my viewing pleasure but among other things the music is great. They use a lot of indie/no-name musicians who've submitted their songs to be used on Venice and I personally have broaden my horizons when it comes to music because of Venice. And I've actually bought the songs via iTunes instead of downloading them from other sites. Because it turns out I am actually willing to pay for quality. And for my rights. And for awareness. And for class acts like Crystal to continue to do what she does for my community. So...if you want to see what the fuzz is all about, you can see the first episode of every season on Youtube, just search Venice the Series. Their channel also has behind the scenes material and "talking about season 3"thingy do where Crystal talks with some of the cast members about the upcoming season. She and Jessica are so funny together. And cute. So cute. It is impossible not to smile when you look at them. It also might be because I'm a lesbian. And I totally heart them. And I feel a little pervy for totally hearting straight women who have husbands and kids at home but I do. If I was Catholic I'd go to confession but since I'm not I'm just gonna... go see the first scene from last night's episode.
And here's the music to accompany that scene.
Gia Ciambotti- Right as Rain
www.venicetheseries.com
http://www.youtube.com/user/venicetheseries
Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Conditioning
Once again I have too much going on in my brain and no patience to draw it out so I'm just gonna post quickly. I've been thinking that I'll probably post a little something about the kittens once a day if I don't have anything major going on or anything important to say.
I am proud to announce that Pavlov would be so proud of me and my ability to condition cats! I have now successfully conditioned a second set of cats into thinking that me making coffee equals them getting fed! It might be true in the morning but the afternoon coffee does not necessarily mean you are getting fed at that time too. And if I don't make coffee then does it mean you don't get any food at all that day?
Sox and Bailey were following me like hawks every morning making demands for food while I made my coffee. Dunkin Donuts and Brooklyn have taken similar approach. Understandable in the morning but during the afternoon, not so much. They could be sleeping soundly and when I start working on the coffee machine they'll be there keeping me company. All though if I'm having Dunkin Donuts, shouldn't Dunkin Donuts have something too?
This conditioning only works on coffee/feeding though. Even though I wheel my power over them by using my spray bottle when they do something they're not supposed to, as soon as I sit my ass back down on the couch they're back to bad habits. And now they have grown enough to be able to jump on the kitchen counters...I sprayed Brooklyn about 5 times in a row one day and he just doesn't learn. Same with my desk. And the kitchen table. Those I can somewhat tolerate but the kitchen counters are a definite no no. I don't have anything to shield the stove tops with after I've cooked so them getting up there and possibly burning their little paws is not something I want to happen. Need to go buy something to cover them with.
Tonights gonna be a great night! I am taking myself to see Twilight. I put it out on Facebook that I am going and would love some company but apparently nobody in Forssa wants to see it. Or are too ashamed to admit it! So I'm going alone. And then tonight at 10pm central Jenni time...Venice season 3 is back on! Woo Hoo! DD and BK are excited too.
Gotta go! Later
I am proud to announce that Pavlov would be so proud of me and my ability to condition cats! I have now successfully conditioned a second set of cats into thinking that me making coffee equals them getting fed! It might be true in the morning but the afternoon coffee does not necessarily mean you are getting fed at that time too. And if I don't make coffee then does it mean you don't get any food at all that day?
Sox and Bailey were following me like hawks every morning making demands for food while I made my coffee. Dunkin Donuts and Brooklyn have taken similar approach. Understandable in the morning but during the afternoon, not so much. They could be sleeping soundly and when I start working on the coffee machine they'll be there keeping me company. All though if I'm having Dunkin Donuts, shouldn't Dunkin Donuts have something too?
This conditioning only works on coffee/feeding though. Even though I wheel my power over them by using my spray bottle when they do something they're not supposed to, as soon as I sit my ass back down on the couch they're back to bad habits. And now they have grown enough to be able to jump on the kitchen counters...I sprayed Brooklyn about 5 times in a row one day and he just doesn't learn. Same with my desk. And the kitchen table. Those I can somewhat tolerate but the kitchen counters are a definite no no. I don't have anything to shield the stove tops with after I've cooked so them getting up there and possibly burning their little paws is not something I want to happen. Need to go buy something to cover them with.
Tonights gonna be a great night! I am taking myself to see Twilight. I put it out on Facebook that I am going and would love some company but apparently nobody in Forssa wants to see it. Or are too ashamed to admit it! So I'm going alone. And then tonight at 10pm central Jenni time...Venice season 3 is back on! Woo Hoo! DD and BK are excited too.
Gotta go! Later
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Cup of Dunkin Donuts with Dunkin donuts and Brooklyn...but not in Brooklyn
This single mom thing is hard. I mean, there's no one to help with the diapers...um, litter box, no one to help with the feeding(s) and no one to help with the midnight wake ups. And with twins...super hard.
I went to bed at 11pm on Friday night because I got sig saw patterns on my line of vision, which means on-coming migraine. The headache was not there yet but since I didn't have a lot of pain medicine I decided that a dark room was my best bet. And I figured lets have the kittens with me. I also felt bad for them since I took away their hiding place. We covered the bottom of the couch with a fabric so they can't go inside the couch anymore which is where they slept and took refuge every time they did something bad or heard louder-than-normal voices or I was chasing them with the spray bottle. So I went to see where they were sleeping and decided to let them come with me. Trying to teach kittens how we sleep in my household while migraine's lurking around the corner? What the fuck was I thinking??? Even though they started out ok, they got up and got wild every time I went to the bathroom to moisten my towel so needless to say, out they went. And the good thing with a 3 month old kittens? They don't know how to beg yet! At least they haven't learned how to use their pathetic meowing to their advantage yet. You locked Bailey and Sox outside a room and ALL you heard was meowing. (I was not the disciplinarian in that household cuz I caved). These don't do it yet so I can do this, leave them outside the bedroom while I get some shut eye. Oh, and their chosen place of sleep if not my bed? My desk!
Then last night I figured ok, lets try this again. I'm clearly a sucker for punishment! I was watching a show on my computer in bed and left the door ajar. Soon enough the little monsters came inside and settled down. No toe or finger chasing happened at all. But then when I put the lights out they became super mush and were all over me. Brooklyn decided to sleep on my chest, sprawled across me. I moved an inch and the purring started. Since cats don't sleep very deeply every movement causes them to wake up. And now that they have their jingle bells on, their movement means I wake up. It's a vicious cycle. Getting adjusted to sleeping with kittens is like getting adjusted to a new lover. It's a helluva change. You're trying to be on your best behavior as to not to disturb the other but in the end neither is relaxed. Or sleeping.
In between 2 and 5 am I think the kittens woke me up about 5 times. Every time they woke up one of them had to come lick my hand or face and start purring and get a little attention. So basically as soon as I fell asleep one of them was waking me up. By 5am I'd had enough and just threw them out and closed the door. And wouldn't you know I woke up before the alarm went off.
Brooklyn is super mush. Like he's a total mama's boy. After he eats and it's nap time he comes over, walks all over my computer and makes himself at home in my lap. He needs hugs and kisses and petting and scratching and he just sprawls out and doesn't move. Dunkin Donuts is not as obvious in her pursuit of lovin' so by the time she'll be ready to settle down in my lap Brooklyn has already taken over. So usually DD sits down next to me. Overall DD is little more independent than Brooklyn is. When they sleep together, DD thinks Brooklyn as her own personal mattress. More times than I can remember (or have had my camera ready) I've seen DD flop herself on top of Brooklyn and go to sleep. Brooklyn usually doesn't mind. They are so cute together.
And let me just tell you...Dunkin Donuts is probably the most beautiful cat in the whole world. Like seriously beautiful. And she has clearly figured out my obsession with fat/fluffy kitten/cat tummy. I mean that girl can use her fluffy tummy like there's no tomorrow. And she has an extra fluffy black and white tummy that just begs to be petted and scratched! And before you know it she's attacking your hands. Will I ever learn? All though she's not seriously trying to harm you, just play with you.
I've also learned the proper attire for living with kittens. Learned it the hard way. My upper thighs look like a frigging mountain climbing site with all the claw marks the monsters have left by trying to climb up my legs. And FUCK but it hurts! So, industrial grade fishing overalls would probably be best just to make sure the claws cannot penetrate the fabric or your skin. Sweatshirts are better than zip ups. Hood is not advisable because it means strings, which means when you bend over, CLAWS IN YOUR FACE! And these monsters are not coordinated enough to adjust their distance so if the end of the string is near your face, look out eyes! And it's not like they tap you nice and easy either. They come claws a blazing and ask questions later. If ever. Also, dangling zipper parts with zipper open is an open invitation for them to climb your thighs. Just an FYI. Learned that too the hard way. And they attack you when you don't pay attention.
I bought new cat litter on Friday and the jury is still out. The cats seem to like it as I feel like they've been to the bathroom more frequently since then but I haven't cleaned the box yet so I don't know how it works yet. But the sales rep recommended this litter and said it doesn't get caught in the paws and should transfer less. So far I think I've seen more litter outside the box than with the previous litter plus it's so fine grained that it gets stuck in their long furs. Especially Dunkin Donuts' tail was full of it. But we'll see. So far no comments or reactions from the weapons of mass destruction.
I also bought different wet food for them. And based on how fast they chowed it down, they liked it. The scary pamphlets said that kittens don't like change and litter and food changes should be done gradually. Well so far they've been ok with everything I've done with them. Just gotta make sure they are well adjusted and are used to all kinds of foods we should be ok.
Oa also bought claw clippers. Neither was especially cooperative so I figured I'll lull them to sleep and attack them then. It was a all day project and I believe DD has whole mani and one paw pedi and Brooklyn has whole pedi and one paw mani! And this is not something I'm willing to let go as I am not ready to be permanently their own personal Himalayan trail! So they are getting their claws clipped and they'll like it! We still have teeth brushing and harness wearing to look forward to! I would actually really love to take them outside for a little walk around the building since it's still not super cold outside but my budget doesn't have room for harnesses just yet. Maybe Santa will bring them...
I am continuing my "Coming out tour of 2011" by being an "alive book" at the living library tomorrow. For those of you who don't know the concept, instead of borrowing books you borrow human beings and talk to them for about 20 minutes. A group of Danish students came up with the idea few years ago to combat prejudice between people. So my book cover says "Lesbian" and I put few words and sentences in it which are often associated with lesbians. People will see my cover and maybe think that hey, I wonder if the lesbians really all are masculine flannel wearing, crew cut sporting man haters...? Maybe I'll go see for myself and educate myself. I believe there should be about 20 of us books and among which we have a police, transgendered woman, unemployed, a lesbian, person with MS, person with eating disorder, former junkie...etc etc. We are not supposed to borrow other books but while in the back area we can talk among ourselves so one person I'm personally hoping to talk to is that transgendered woman. I have never knowingly met any transgendered people nor has anyone ever told me they know someone and to meet one in Forssa in a place like this? I'm hoping to have a chat with her. It would also help with my training in case I ever do go to a school to educate them about LTBT issues. That's tomorrow and I'm looking forward to it.
During those 3 weeks that the terrorists have been with me I have taken over 600 pictures! Channelling my inner paparazzi! Too bad my camera isn't better because I've missed some kodak moments but its ok. I still have plenty and will share more of them soon.
Till next time.
I went to bed at 11pm on Friday night because I got sig saw patterns on my line of vision, which means on-coming migraine. The headache was not there yet but since I didn't have a lot of pain medicine I decided that a dark room was my best bet. And I figured lets have the kittens with me. I also felt bad for them since I took away their hiding place. We covered the bottom of the couch with a fabric so they can't go inside the couch anymore which is where they slept and took refuge every time they did something bad or heard louder-than-normal voices or I was chasing them with the spray bottle. So I went to see where they were sleeping and decided to let them come with me. Trying to teach kittens how we sleep in my household while migraine's lurking around the corner? What the fuck was I thinking??? Even though they started out ok, they got up and got wild every time I went to the bathroom to moisten my towel so needless to say, out they went. And the good thing with a 3 month old kittens? They don't know how to beg yet! At least they haven't learned how to use their pathetic meowing to their advantage yet. You locked Bailey and Sox outside a room and ALL you heard was meowing. (I was not the disciplinarian in that household cuz I caved). These don't do it yet so I can do this, leave them outside the bedroom while I get some shut eye. Oh, and their chosen place of sleep if not my bed? My desk!
Then last night I figured ok, lets try this again. I'm clearly a sucker for punishment! I was watching a show on my computer in bed and left the door ajar. Soon enough the little monsters came inside and settled down. No toe or finger chasing happened at all. But then when I put the lights out they became super mush and were all over me. Brooklyn decided to sleep on my chest, sprawled across me. I moved an inch and the purring started. Since cats don't sleep very deeply every movement causes them to wake up. And now that they have their jingle bells on, their movement means I wake up. It's a vicious cycle. Getting adjusted to sleeping with kittens is like getting adjusted to a new lover. It's a helluva change. You're trying to be on your best behavior as to not to disturb the other but in the end neither is relaxed. Or sleeping.
In between 2 and 5 am I think the kittens woke me up about 5 times. Every time they woke up one of them had to come lick my hand or face and start purring and get a little attention. So basically as soon as I fell asleep one of them was waking me up. By 5am I'd had enough and just threw them out and closed the door. And wouldn't you know I woke up before the alarm went off.
Brooklyn is super mush. Like he's a total mama's boy. After he eats and it's nap time he comes over, walks all over my computer and makes himself at home in my lap. He needs hugs and kisses and petting and scratching and he just sprawls out and doesn't move. Dunkin Donuts is not as obvious in her pursuit of lovin' so by the time she'll be ready to settle down in my lap Brooklyn has already taken over. So usually DD sits down next to me. Overall DD is little more independent than Brooklyn is. When they sleep together, DD thinks Brooklyn as her own personal mattress. More times than I can remember (or have had my camera ready) I've seen DD flop herself on top of Brooklyn and go to sleep. Brooklyn usually doesn't mind. They are so cute together.
And let me just tell you...Dunkin Donuts is probably the most beautiful cat in the whole world. Like seriously beautiful. And she has clearly figured out my obsession with fat/fluffy kitten/cat tummy. I mean that girl can use her fluffy tummy like there's no tomorrow. And she has an extra fluffy black and white tummy that just begs to be petted and scratched! And before you know it she's attacking your hands. Will I ever learn? All though she's not seriously trying to harm you, just play with you.
I've also learned the proper attire for living with kittens. Learned it the hard way. My upper thighs look like a frigging mountain climbing site with all the claw marks the monsters have left by trying to climb up my legs. And FUCK but it hurts! So, industrial grade fishing overalls would probably be best just to make sure the claws cannot penetrate the fabric or your skin. Sweatshirts are better than zip ups. Hood is not advisable because it means strings, which means when you bend over, CLAWS IN YOUR FACE! And these monsters are not coordinated enough to adjust their distance so if the end of the string is near your face, look out eyes! And it's not like they tap you nice and easy either. They come claws a blazing and ask questions later. If ever. Also, dangling zipper parts with zipper open is an open invitation for them to climb your thighs. Just an FYI. Learned that too the hard way. And they attack you when you don't pay attention.
I bought new cat litter on Friday and the jury is still out. The cats seem to like it as I feel like they've been to the bathroom more frequently since then but I haven't cleaned the box yet so I don't know how it works yet. But the sales rep recommended this litter and said it doesn't get caught in the paws and should transfer less. So far I think I've seen more litter outside the box than with the previous litter plus it's so fine grained that it gets stuck in their long furs. Especially Dunkin Donuts' tail was full of it. But we'll see. So far no comments or reactions from the weapons of mass destruction.
I also bought different wet food for them. And based on how fast they chowed it down, they liked it. The scary pamphlets said that kittens don't like change and litter and food changes should be done gradually. Well so far they've been ok with everything I've done with them. Just gotta make sure they are well adjusted and are used to all kinds of foods we should be ok.
Oa also bought claw clippers. Neither was especially cooperative so I figured I'll lull them to sleep and attack them then. It was a all day project and I believe DD has whole mani and one paw pedi and Brooklyn has whole pedi and one paw mani! And this is not something I'm willing to let go as I am not ready to be permanently their own personal Himalayan trail! So they are getting their claws clipped and they'll like it! We still have teeth brushing and harness wearing to look forward to! I would actually really love to take them outside for a little walk around the building since it's still not super cold outside but my budget doesn't have room for harnesses just yet. Maybe Santa will bring them...
I am continuing my "Coming out tour of 2011" by being an "alive book" at the living library tomorrow. For those of you who don't know the concept, instead of borrowing books you borrow human beings and talk to them for about 20 minutes. A group of Danish students came up with the idea few years ago to combat prejudice between people. So my book cover says "Lesbian" and I put few words and sentences in it which are often associated with lesbians. People will see my cover and maybe think that hey, I wonder if the lesbians really all are masculine flannel wearing, crew cut sporting man haters...? Maybe I'll go see for myself and educate myself. I believe there should be about 20 of us books and among which we have a police, transgendered woman, unemployed, a lesbian, person with MS, person with eating disorder, former junkie...etc etc. We are not supposed to borrow other books but while in the back area we can talk among ourselves so one person I'm personally hoping to talk to is that transgendered woman. I have never knowingly met any transgendered people nor has anyone ever told me they know someone and to meet one in Forssa in a place like this? I'm hoping to have a chat with her. It would also help with my training in case I ever do go to a school to educate them about LTBT issues. That's tomorrow and I'm looking forward to it.
During those 3 weeks that the terrorists have been with me I have taken over 600 pictures! Channelling my inner paparazzi! Too bad my camera isn't better because I've missed some kodak moments but its ok. I still have plenty and will share more of them soon.
Till next time.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Knowledge is power
I remember like it was yesterday when my history teacher told us that knowledge is power. The more knowledge you have, the more powerful you'll be. In theory anyway.
I've had my little weapons of mass destructions for little over 2 weeks now and we've gotten really friendly now. Their little personalities are developing and they're still wrestling the hell out of each other. The day I picked them up as we were watching the 8 kittens tear the place apart we were discussing those poor little people who only adopted one kitten without having another cat at home to teach the kitten some manners. Well, After watching these 2 go at it for the past 2 weeks, I'm not sure if just one cat would have been so bad! LOL! No...they keep each other company and even though I just pulled a junk of Brooklyn's fur out of Dunkin Donuts' mouth, I wouldn't have it any other way. I may have chosen DD but Brooklyn chose me. And I couldn't be happier.
For the most past my apartment hasn't suffered too much. It seems I did good with the toys I bought them since so far they are the once suffering the most. Other then the once accident DD had in my bed they've done their business in the litter box. I'm actually seriously thinking about teaching them to go to the real bathroom as when I do my business they NEED to be there with me. Never fails. They might be in the middle of their nap inside the couch but as soon as I go to the bathroom they're there as well.
After the first three nights were up and down I had 4 nights of uninterrupted sleep. Then I tried to get them to sleep with me in the bedroom which resulted in them chasing my feet and arms under the covers with all the imagined movements as well. Needless to say I wasn't happy and wasn't about to chance them attacking my face in the middle of the night so out they went. Since then I've tried to have them there every night but we end up in the same place. Them outside and the door firmly closed.
I've tried to teach them where they are allowed. Like kitchen table and my desk are off limits. Still working on those. My computer is fascinating to them, especially the movement of the mouse pointer. That they could chase forever. That spray bottle gives me more power though than knowledge does! I just shake it and they flee! LOL! They are not really chewing electric wires but they like to play with the once belonging to my speaker systems. I just sit on the couch and shake the bottle!
Along with the kittens came a little welcome packages filled with pamphlets, measuring cup, activations toys and food samples. I've been reading those pamphlets and lemme tell you, they are SCARY! With Sox and Bailey being senior citizens by the time I came into their lives and T being the primary parent I was there for the spoiling and companionship. The hard part of raising them was already behind and all their habits, good or bad and all their personalities and quirks were already in place so it's not like I could "mold" them or teach them all that much, if at all. Now with these 2, they are like little play dough's, I can mold them every which way I choose to. And also control their diets. S C A R Y! Of course I don't want them to get sick and of course I want them to live looooooong and happy and healthy lives... but reading those pamphlets makes me just feel inadequate! " The first year of your kittens live is very important and will set the course for the rest of it's life", " Between the months of 3 and 6 kittens grow 15 times faster than human babies...", "It's important to give your kitten the energy it required without over feeding it", grocery store bought kitten food doesn't have as much meat in them as pet store food does"...etc etc. ( BTW, Brooklyn is now trying to write this post for me). So basically, if I don't feed them the most expensive and meatiest food, they will have all kinds of developmental problems or might get obese or won't get all the nutrients they need...eye sight loss...losing fur...weak bones... Why did I wanna be in charge of 2 kittens again??? NEVER READ THOSE PAMPHLETS!!!
As a super poor single mother I'm feeding them whiskas. And I'm reading the feeding instructions and so far it seems that they're working. They get wet food twice a day and dry food is available all the time. I give them wet food and fresh water in the morning and dry and wet food in the evening. And lemme tell ya, they have PLENTY of energy to terrorize the apartment! It's like living in the race tracks when they start chasing each other and wrestling! Hurts me just looking at it how they bite each other. OUCH!
Both of them like the brush. I really enjoyed brushing Sox and Bailey and now with one half long and one long haired cat they need it too. Brooklyn takes it like a man but DD has to wrestle the brush all the way. And she purrs like there's no tomorrow. They are both such an insta-purrs! Just scratch their butts and the purring starts. It's awesome.
They are both also very social and inquisitive. They get up and personal with everybody really quickly. My mom, who is not a cat person had them both in her lap at one point. Such a difference from Sox and B. They were not new-people persons at all. But I miss them. So much. Every once in a while I mistakenly think DD is Sox. Haven't called her that yet but it's the tuxedo. and the socks. DD is just longer haired. She's so fluffy. I love it. And the hair between her toes. Awww. Even though I feel like a 2 year old with my new favorite word being "NO", I would not change this for the world! I love my little terrors and if not anything else, they make me smile!
I put the collars on the kittens today. As you can see from the video from below, Brooklyn was NOT happy! Then he took a long nap and now he's protesting again. Trying to get it off. Not happy that he's jingling like Santa's sleigh! And they're not stealth anymore. I might not be happy during the night when they run around the apartment but we'll see. As far as I'm concerned, the collars are here to stay.
As you can see the agenda on my blog has changed a little...I'm now including kittens!
So much to tell but not enough time. Till next time!
I've had my little weapons of mass destructions for little over 2 weeks now and we've gotten really friendly now. Their little personalities are developing and they're still wrestling the hell out of each other. The day I picked them up as we were watching the 8 kittens tear the place apart we were discussing those poor little people who only adopted one kitten without having another cat at home to teach the kitten some manners. Well, After watching these 2 go at it for the past 2 weeks, I'm not sure if just one cat would have been so bad! LOL! No...they keep each other company and even though I just pulled a junk of Brooklyn's fur out of Dunkin Donuts' mouth, I wouldn't have it any other way. I may have chosen DD but Brooklyn chose me. And I couldn't be happier.
For the most past my apartment hasn't suffered too much. It seems I did good with the toys I bought them since so far they are the once suffering the most. Other then the once accident DD had in my bed they've done their business in the litter box. I'm actually seriously thinking about teaching them to go to the real bathroom as when I do my business they NEED to be there with me. Never fails. They might be in the middle of their nap inside the couch but as soon as I go to the bathroom they're there as well.
After the first three nights were up and down I had 4 nights of uninterrupted sleep. Then I tried to get them to sleep with me in the bedroom which resulted in them chasing my feet and arms under the covers with all the imagined movements as well. Needless to say I wasn't happy and wasn't about to chance them attacking my face in the middle of the night so out they went. Since then I've tried to have them there every night but we end up in the same place. Them outside and the door firmly closed.
I've tried to teach them where they are allowed. Like kitchen table and my desk are off limits. Still working on those. My computer is fascinating to them, especially the movement of the mouse pointer. That they could chase forever. That spray bottle gives me more power though than knowledge does! I just shake it and they flee! LOL! They are not really chewing electric wires but they like to play with the once belonging to my speaker systems. I just sit on the couch and shake the bottle!
Along with the kittens came a little welcome packages filled with pamphlets, measuring cup, activations toys and food samples. I've been reading those pamphlets and lemme tell you, they are SCARY! With Sox and Bailey being senior citizens by the time I came into their lives and T being the primary parent I was there for the spoiling and companionship. The hard part of raising them was already behind and all their habits, good or bad and all their personalities and quirks were already in place so it's not like I could "mold" them or teach them all that much, if at all. Now with these 2, they are like little play dough's, I can mold them every which way I choose to. And also control their diets. S C A R Y! Of course I don't want them to get sick and of course I want them to live looooooong and happy and healthy lives... but reading those pamphlets makes me just feel inadequate! " The first year of your kittens live is very important and will set the course for the rest of it's life", " Between the months of 3 and 6 kittens grow 15 times faster than human babies...", "It's important to give your kitten the energy it required without over feeding it", grocery store bought kitten food doesn't have as much meat in them as pet store food does"...etc etc. ( BTW, Brooklyn is now trying to write this post for me). So basically, if I don't feed them the most expensive and meatiest food, they will have all kinds of developmental problems or might get obese or won't get all the nutrients they need...eye sight loss...losing fur...weak bones... Why did I wanna be in charge of 2 kittens again??? NEVER READ THOSE PAMPHLETS!!!
As a super poor single mother I'm feeding them whiskas. And I'm reading the feeding instructions and so far it seems that they're working. They get wet food twice a day and dry food is available all the time. I give them wet food and fresh water in the morning and dry and wet food in the evening. And lemme tell ya, they have PLENTY of energy to terrorize the apartment! It's like living in the race tracks when they start chasing each other and wrestling! Hurts me just looking at it how they bite each other. OUCH!
Both of them like the brush. I really enjoyed brushing Sox and Bailey and now with one half long and one long haired cat they need it too. Brooklyn takes it like a man but DD has to wrestle the brush all the way. And she purrs like there's no tomorrow. They are both such an insta-purrs! Just scratch their butts and the purring starts. It's awesome.
They are both also very social and inquisitive. They get up and personal with everybody really quickly. My mom, who is not a cat person had them both in her lap at one point. Such a difference from Sox and B. They were not new-people persons at all. But I miss them. So much. Every once in a while I mistakenly think DD is Sox. Haven't called her that yet but it's the tuxedo. and the socks. DD is just longer haired. She's so fluffy. I love it. And the hair between her toes. Awww. Even though I feel like a 2 year old with my new favorite word being "NO", I would not change this for the world! I love my little terrors and if not anything else, they make me smile!
I put the collars on the kittens today. As you can see from the video from below, Brooklyn was NOT happy! Then he took a long nap and now he's protesting again. Trying to get it off. Not happy that he's jingling like Santa's sleigh! And they're not stealth anymore. I might not be happy during the night when they run around the apartment but we'll see. As far as I'm concerned, the collars are here to stay.
As you can see the agenda on my blog has changed a little...I'm now including kittens!
So much to tell but not enough time. Till next time!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Little terrors
So after 15 months of catlessness I dediced no more! no mas! Enough already. So about a month ago I started looking at the cat adoption websites and even found a cat that spoke to me. Unfortunately she was already taken by the time I got around asking about her so I went on to another website. I figured there has to be litters of kittens around my neck of the woods and lo and behold, there was. And what a cute little litter it was. I called them, went to see them and lost my heart.
A humane society close by had a mama cat with 8 kittens that were ready to go home on first of November. That was 3 weeks ago. The day when I went to see them, not 1st of November. 5 of the 8 were already reserved so I was looking at the 3 remaining. I was just gonna take one. She was ash grey/black with white paws and chest and tummy. She also had the longest fur of the punch. I love fat cats but if it can't be fat, fluffy is a very good choice too. It was a no brainer. Then I saw him. And I just couldn't not take him too. He's black and white and has a cow print on his fur. Guess I'm not over that yet, huh? I realized the pattern few days before I picked them up. Just could not leave him behind. So instead of one terrorist, I now have 2.
They came home on Tuesday. I took them out of the carrier and put them into the litter box. They hang out there for about 20 minutes before I went to take them out. They scoped out the place, played with their toys a little and went for a nap. Was fairly easy day. No accidents.
Yesterday they found their way under the couch and into the foundation. Under the couch is big enough for them to get under but small enough for me not be able to get them out of there. And then there are crevices there where I can't reach even with the cushions off so now they have a new hiding place where I can't reach. Awesome. They slept the night inside the couch so I was all alone. Poor me.
This morning I had a dentist appointment at 8am. Just before I had to leave Dunkin Donuts decided to pee on my blanket. She did give me a fair warning beforehand by meowing loud and long but stupid new mom me didn't know what that meant yet so I caught her in the act. Threw her in the litter box and washed the blanket. Yippii!
On my way home I went and bought cat repellant. Supposedly keeps cats from unwanted places. Yeah, not so much, at least not yet anyway. I caught the kitties, put them in the kitchen and proceeded to spray it all around the couch and inside the crevices so hopefully they wouldn't go inside the couch again. As soon as I opened the doors, there they were under the couch again. The bottle did say to use it twice a day for a week and the cats would learn not to go there. I want results NOW!
Marianne suggested to buy a spray bottle, fill it with water and spray the kitties when they do something they're not supposed to. So I'm now spraying them when they go to explore my desk or chew electric wires. So far seems to work, or at least they're not happy to been sprayed. They're still little kittens though so I guess I should expect all this. OPut they will learn to obey the master! Oh yes they will! LOL! I'm so whipped. Slaved. And besides, who could say no to these faces?
5 of their siblings. 6 of the 8 are mid to long hair, only 2 are short. Daddy must have been long haired.
A humane society close by had a mama cat with 8 kittens that were ready to go home on first of November. That was 3 weeks ago. The day when I went to see them, not 1st of November. 5 of the 8 were already reserved so I was looking at the 3 remaining. I was just gonna take one. She was ash grey/black with white paws and chest and tummy. She also had the longest fur of the punch. I love fat cats but if it can't be fat, fluffy is a very good choice too. It was a no brainer. Then I saw him. And I just couldn't not take him too. He's black and white and has a cow print on his fur. Guess I'm not over that yet, huh? I realized the pattern few days before I picked them up. Just could not leave him behind. So instead of one terrorist, I now have 2.
They came home on Tuesday. I took them out of the carrier and put them into the litter box. They hang out there for about 20 minutes before I went to take them out. They scoped out the place, played with their toys a little and went for a nap. Was fairly easy day. No accidents.
Yesterday they found their way under the couch and into the foundation. Under the couch is big enough for them to get under but small enough for me not be able to get them out of there. And then there are crevices there where I can't reach even with the cushions off so now they have a new hiding place where I can't reach. Awesome. They slept the night inside the couch so I was all alone. Poor me.
This morning I had a dentist appointment at 8am. Just before I had to leave Dunkin Donuts decided to pee on my blanket. She did give me a fair warning beforehand by meowing loud and long but stupid new mom me didn't know what that meant yet so I caught her in the act. Threw her in the litter box and washed the blanket. Yippii!
On my way home I went and bought cat repellant. Supposedly keeps cats from unwanted places. Yeah, not so much, at least not yet anyway. I caught the kitties, put them in the kitchen and proceeded to spray it all around the couch and inside the crevices so hopefully they wouldn't go inside the couch again. As soon as I opened the doors, there they were under the couch again. The bottle did say to use it twice a day for a week and the cats would learn not to go there. I want results NOW!
Marianne suggested to buy a spray bottle, fill it with water and spray the kitties when they do something they're not supposed to. So I'm now spraying them when they go to explore my desk or chew electric wires. So far seems to work, or at least they're not happy to been sprayed. They're still little kittens though so I guess I should expect all this. OPut they will learn to obey the master! Oh yes they will! LOL! I'm so whipped. Slaved. And besides, who could say no to these faces?
Brooklyn
Dunkin Donuts with Dunkin Donuts
Nap time
The litter. Nice selections of colors and patterns considering the mama.
Brooklyn and Dunkin D
Dunkin Donuts
Dunkin D has some serious cattitude!
Oh yes I did! I named my cat Dunkin Donuts! No starbucks though. Might as well have named my cat ulcer then! LOL! This way I won't forget the great coffee and from where to get it from...like I could! And Brooklyn, well Brooklyn was one of the names I was thinking when we talked about having kittens, back in the day, after Sox and B were gone. And I did live in Brooklyn too. I did briefly consider naming Brooklyn "Red Lobster" but decided against it! LOL! Poor cat named after shellfish.
So there you go. The little terrors in cute furry camouflage are home now. And back inside the couch sleeping after wreaking havoc in my apartment for over an hour. Maybe I should nap too. It's been awhile since the last time I saw what 7am looked like!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Fucked up dreams.
If this is how my muscles feel like after spending an evening with 5 gay boys, how will I feel when I spend it with lesbians???
I discovered yesterday that speaking English and writing it are two totally different things! It's been awhile since the last chance I had to speak it so last night while I was at Tampere Seta's international rainbow group trying to explain myself I hit a few road pumps. Writing is so much easier. Seriously.
Now to my dream from last night. I hope this is not a foreshadowing of any kind...and you'll know why next week. But anyway, back to my dream. It involved Dunkin Donuts. I was somewhere, no idea where and all of a sudden Lea is there, sitting next to me. We talk for awhile about the break up and then it gets quiet. Then the next time I look over Lea has all of sudden turned into Shari. I just lost it so I had to walk away for a while. I walked into the local Dunkin Donuts (obviously we're in somewhere on the east coast of US of A) and ordered my usual (medium iced blueberry, light with cream). When the guy comes back he hands me a cup with no ice and a shot of espresso on the bottom of the cup. I ask him where's the cream and he proceeds to FILL THE CUP with CREAM! Now medium sized iced coffee cup in DD is about 4 or 5 deciliters so this cup had maybe 1dl of coffee and 4dl of cream. No way Jose! I gave it back and asked for my real order. And let's not forget that iced coffee does NOT have a shot of espresso in it, it's straight up coffee so what the fuck he was giving me a espresso shot for is beyond me.
As I'm waiting for the pimply faced teenager to give me my order I become aware of the group of guys behind me. One of them is giving me looks I don't appreciate and I become agitated and little worried. At this point I've waited for my coffee for like 30 minutes and I'm losing my mind. When the guy finally comes to me he has a large iced coffee that's way too dark for my liking. I ask him "Blueberry, right?" And he replies "caramel". I think about this for a second as I really want my coffee but at the same time it's the wrong flavor with the wrong dairy. Large size be damned, this is my first DD since coming to USA and I want it the way I like it! So I tell him, and at this point I'm tongue tied, that I want it the way I ordered it. And what comes out of my mouth is "Strawberry". STRAWBERRY? Seriously?!? Strawberry! I'm not even sure of they have that flavor in real life but I sure as hell do NOT want strawberry, but the pimply faced boy takes off and I'm left to wait once more.
After waiting for my coffee once again for extended amount of time I ask to see the manager. I explain the situation to him and at this point the DD has slowed down significantly so almost all the workers are hanging out around where I'm waiting. Then from the other side of the store comes a girl with my coffee in hand with 2 insurance company workers on her trail with oversized insurance folder and pen and the workers around me start to hum "here comes the insurance people"... The girl hands me my coffee and the insurance people hand me the paperwork to sign so that this incident does not hike up the stores insurance premiums! Crisis averted...or so they seem to think. I woke up before I could taste my coffee so I don't know if it was strawberry flavored, if it was good or what happened next but all I know is that I'm drinking my hazelnut flavored DD coffee at home right now and thoroughly enjoying myself. If I fuck up the coffee there's no one but me to blame!
I don't know where Lea and Shari came from to my dream, but DD is pretty obvious...and yesterday I was gonna go to get an iced coffee at Tampere but was late because of my detour going in and enjoyed the the gay boys so much that I stayed later than I thought too. So no iced coffee for me. Source of frustrating dreams, perhaps?
I discovered yesterday that speaking English and writing it are two totally different things! It's been awhile since the last chance I had to speak it so last night while I was at Tampere Seta's international rainbow group trying to explain myself I hit a few road pumps. Writing is so much easier. Seriously.
Now to my dream from last night. I hope this is not a foreshadowing of any kind...and you'll know why next week. But anyway, back to my dream. It involved Dunkin Donuts. I was somewhere, no idea where and all of a sudden Lea is there, sitting next to me. We talk for awhile about the break up and then it gets quiet. Then the next time I look over Lea has all of sudden turned into Shari. I just lost it so I had to walk away for a while. I walked into the local Dunkin Donuts (obviously we're in somewhere on the east coast of US of A) and ordered my usual (medium iced blueberry, light with cream). When the guy comes back he hands me a cup with no ice and a shot of espresso on the bottom of the cup. I ask him where's the cream and he proceeds to FILL THE CUP with CREAM! Now medium sized iced coffee cup in DD is about 4 or 5 deciliters so this cup had maybe 1dl of coffee and 4dl of cream. No way Jose! I gave it back and asked for my real order. And let's not forget that iced coffee does NOT have a shot of espresso in it, it's straight up coffee so what the fuck he was giving me a espresso shot for is beyond me.
As I'm waiting for the pimply faced teenager to give me my order I become aware of the group of guys behind me. One of them is giving me looks I don't appreciate and I become agitated and little worried. At this point I've waited for my coffee for like 30 minutes and I'm losing my mind. When the guy finally comes to me he has a large iced coffee that's way too dark for my liking. I ask him "Blueberry, right?" And he replies "caramel". I think about this for a second as I really want my coffee but at the same time it's the wrong flavor with the wrong dairy. Large size be damned, this is my first DD since coming to USA and I want it the way I like it! So I tell him, and at this point I'm tongue tied, that I want it the way I ordered it. And what comes out of my mouth is "Strawberry". STRAWBERRY? Seriously?!? Strawberry! I'm not even sure of they have that flavor in real life but I sure as hell do NOT want strawberry, but the pimply faced boy takes off and I'm left to wait once more.
After waiting for my coffee once again for extended amount of time I ask to see the manager. I explain the situation to him and at this point the DD has slowed down significantly so almost all the workers are hanging out around where I'm waiting. Then from the other side of the store comes a girl with my coffee in hand with 2 insurance company workers on her trail with oversized insurance folder and pen and the workers around me start to hum "here comes the insurance people"... The girl hands me my coffee and the insurance people hand me the paperwork to sign so that this incident does not hike up the stores insurance premiums! Crisis averted...or so they seem to think. I woke up before I could taste my coffee so I don't know if it was strawberry flavored, if it was good or what happened next but all I know is that I'm drinking my hazelnut flavored DD coffee at home right now and thoroughly enjoying myself. If I fuck up the coffee there's no one but me to blame!
I don't know where Lea and Shari came from to my dream, but DD is pretty obvious...and yesterday I was gonna go to get an iced coffee at Tampere but was late because of my detour going in and enjoyed the the gay boys so much that I stayed later than I thought too. So no iced coffee for me. Source of frustrating dreams, perhaps?
Friday, October 21, 2011
PMS water
So I have been thinking about inventions. Getting rich, you know? Coming up with a product that would sell like crazy and I think I figured it out. The only thing is, I'm not smart enough to actually create it. And what is it, you ask?
I had my period this week. TMI, I know. But when it's that time of the month, my kidneys are yelling at me and they work on overtime. I go to the bathroom like once every hour when usually I go maybe 4 times a day. I feel like my kidneys are just pushing out every single drop of liquid I have in my body to the point where there's no more to process. I drink crazy amounts of water and nothing helps...not even the vitamin and mineral waters that are supposed to make your skin look healthier or your nails grow stronger or whatever else the bottles say they'll do. So why is it that with over 3 billion women on this earth ALL suffering from some degree of pain during their period there is no product to help you with that? Which brings us to my inventions...or idea at this point but still...throwing this out to the universe: PMS WATER! Seriously!?! Wouldn't it be awesome if you could drink a bottle of water designed to help with your PMS'ing? That would help with the screaming kidneys, the lower stomach pain/cramps and at the same time help you drink your required amount of water per day?
I just don't know what the ingredients would be, which is why I will never get any financial gain from this awesome product but if any of my readers are smart enough to figure this out, send me a sample! And you're welcome!
When PMS water hits the stands, remember you heard it here first!
Song of the day: Venice Beach by Jenn Foster. Great song and Venice is coming back in a month!
I had my period this week. TMI, I know. But when it's that time of the month, my kidneys are yelling at me and they work on overtime. I go to the bathroom like once every hour when usually I go maybe 4 times a day. I feel like my kidneys are just pushing out every single drop of liquid I have in my body to the point where there's no more to process. I drink crazy amounts of water and nothing helps...not even the vitamin and mineral waters that are supposed to make your skin look healthier or your nails grow stronger or whatever else the bottles say they'll do. So why is it that with over 3 billion women on this earth ALL suffering from some degree of pain during their period there is no product to help you with that? Which brings us to my inventions...or idea at this point but still...throwing this out to the universe: PMS WATER! Seriously!?! Wouldn't it be awesome if you could drink a bottle of water designed to help with your PMS'ing? That would help with the screaming kidneys, the lower stomach pain/cramps and at the same time help you drink your required amount of water per day?
I just don't know what the ingredients would be, which is why I will never get any financial gain from this awesome product but if any of my readers are smart enough to figure this out, send me a sample! And you're welcome!
When PMS water hits the stands, remember you heard it here first!
Song of the day: Venice Beach by Jenn Foster. Great song and Venice is coming back in a month!
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