Category Archives: cats

Sweet Porpus

Goodbye, sweetest friend. I promise not to remember you as the sickly kitty you have become. You would not approve.

I will remember you as the fiery lady you always were.

Fiercely loving. Passionately cuddly. A brilliant nanny. The best “oh my god you are home” door greeter that a feline could be. A friend to Schween. Superfan of the sun. Adoring of your dad. Smart as a whip. Sweet and soft. Fat. Happy.

Thanks for being my first baby. I will love you always. I know you will find the sunniest spot to rest on your porch in the sky.

Goodbye, sweet girl. Mama misses you already.

Sad Trombone

Things are not right.

Just…off. It’s weird how stuff can unravel all at once. This usually doesn’t happen, but I guess that’s how life goes sometimes. I don’t want a pity party. I just want to fix things, but much of it is out of my control.

Since I am striving to stay positive, I have taken up a new hobby in escapism. Heh. It’s called Pinterest. It’s like they invented this site with me in mind. Adore. You can see my virtual pinboards here if you feel like stalking me. Anyway. It makes me happy and inspires me when stuff is crummy.

Yesterday, I completed the most ridiculous errand I have accomplished to date. The sick mama took the sick cat along with the sick baby to the vet.

We parked on the street because that is the only option. There was 4ft of snow and no curb to speak of along the street, so I could only open the passenger doors of the car about 14 inches max. I squished in between the horrid snow bank and vehicle and stood in 3 inches of cold slush while somehow getting the baby out of his seat and into the Ergo carrier. Then I went around and sat in the driver’s seat while wearing him. Somehow I got the cat carrier out the driver side door with me, all while the buses whizzed passed us just 2 ft from my open door. I should really draw a picture. All I could think of as I crossed the street was my friend Erin. I repeated to myself:

please don’t fall, please don’t fall, please don’t fall. I pictured the cat carrier busting open in traffic and a baby covered in dirty slush as a CTA bus ran over my foot. LUCKILY THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN. We made it inside safe and sound.

I can barely lift the cat carrier while also carrying Benton because my lower back is in so much pain. I can’t bend more than 45 degrees without dying. Justin is out-of-town this week for the 3rd week within a month, so I am solo and don’t have an easy way to do a chiropractor appointment for 5 more days.

So. Luckily Benton was an angel during the whole vet appointment. He giggled as I stood smashed in between the filthy snow bank and nasty salted car while I struggled to get him free of the vehicle. He only looked vaguely concerned when a vet tech had to be called into the exam room as Porpus turned into a wolverine and needed to be handled with a blanket and leather gloves. It got loud in there. She was a raging bitch. I don’t blame her.

He is so sweet to keep smiling through his sickness. He makes me feel better when I hear that grandma isn’t doing well or kitty has to go on meds for life. I am not as lonely at night when Justin is gone because I can spoon the sweet baby. My sore throat doesn’t hurt as bad when he reaches out for me.

This morning he decided that jumping on my bladder would bring back fond memories of when he was an easy-to-care for fetus baby. Thanks for being so sweet, little B.

So like I said, I don’t need a pity party. If anything, just chime in with me. Things I am currently telling myself include: This too shall pass. It’s just a rut. People have it way worse than you. You are lucky. Things will balance out…etc..etc…

The Good

Isn’t that cute? The sun was trying to come out even though it is January. Sweet thing.

You are so nice, Mr. Sun. You must have heard me singing that song over and over again. Please shine down on me?

Even if it is bound to end up a typical winter gray day, we usually get at least 20 minutes of sun in the morning before it disappears.

I am at my happiest in these early morning minutes. Especially if I have remembered to set the coffee pot the night before.

This is not topped with whipped cream for a prettier picture. This is my everyday ritual (problem).

Before having Benton, I wrote a lot about appreciating my life as it was. Even in the heat of baby fever, I wanted to sit back and look at how good I had things– even without that baby I longed for. Photography and writing helped remind me of how amazing the Now was. It kept my eyes open and mind clear. Gratitude comes easier when I am living consciously like this.

So now that I have this sweet baby in my life, I want to sit back and enjoy my Now with him. Yes, I want more kids. And a house. And, and, and…

But honestly? I am so grateful for what we have now. Being a mom of just one is blissful. I don’t have to split my attention just yet. He has all of me. I can lay around with him and not worry that another little is eating cat food in the other room. I can plop him in his high chair while I get breakfast for myself, and easily entertain him with a song or a simple game of peek-a-boo from under the countertop. He is at a really adorable age, and he is lucky I don’t eat him for breakfast.

Although I don’t claim to know what I am doing all the time, I do feel like I’ve got this under control for the time being. Not sure how long this phase will last. But it’s nice. I want to sit in the middle of it and look around for a while.

Sidenote: See that kitty? Something isn’t right with her. Please send healthy thoughts to Porpus. She is my first baby. I am worried.

Home Sweet Home

Schween Boley’s dad arrived home last night. She is beside herself with happiness. *Armpit Head Kerplop*

The Xbox is finally fixed after months of being idle. So this means some quality #1 Cat Dad time for Miss Schween. All is right in her world.

Avoiding Eye Contact with Porpus

We did something that I’m not particularly proud of, but I can’t resist sharing these pictures. Here is a glimpse of Porp’s Friday night with a newborn hoodie.


Apologies all around.

21 Week Banana (muffin) Boley

Last week was banana week. A 10.5 inch banana to be specific. Let me know if you ever see one of these, because that is ridiculously large. And most bananas are no more than 8.5 inches at best. But, this whole thing is ridiculous anyway, so I have officially stopped caring if the fruit is the right size or not. Because generally it just won’t be. All I know is that baby Boley is growing, so that is sweet.

This week, I am trying the patented Black and White Except Banana Filter™. Fancy. This is mostly due to my skin being a wreck. Hopefully, some sunshine will help with this problem. What ever happened to perfect glowing skin and hair during pregnancy? Yeah, I am wearing a headband here, too. Meh.

Porp has limited time for phone calls from the banana phone. She can’t be bothered.

Banana hands!

So the above picture may appear gross to you, but when making banana muffins, the more brown your naners, the better. These are prime muffin naners. I have written a couple times about this recipe, because it is one of my all-time favorites. If you only make one of the recipes in this series, make this one. Hundreds of thousands of people agree it is most delicious. Seriously. THOUSANDS.

Besides the bananas, there is a key ingredient that you cannot skip. The cinnamon, butter, sugar crumb topping:

Don’t forget to put it on the muffins BEFORE baking.

Then bake for 18-20 minutes and go see what Norp is up to. Clearly, she is exhausted from all her calls. She has assumed awkward harp-seal-napping-pose on top of no less than two perfectly fluffed plush blankets on her recliner.

Ta-dah!

Everyone will be a fan of these. Try eating them warm, paired with an ice-cold glass of milk before bed. Or warm in the morning with a cup of coffee. They are amazing even if you aren’t a big fan of muffins.

Puffy Coat

I recently grew out of my beloved winter puffy coat. Others in the house are lucky enough live in a permanent puffy coat.

Yesterday, Porpus bravely tried out her fabulously padded outerwear. She generally prefers a warm patch of sun, but her curiosity about the white fluffy stuff on the porch was too strong to resist.

She steps out without hesitation.

A fine layer of blubber provides protection.

Short legs, big dreams.

Cat hand stands are not for the weak.

Schween Looks Like an Owl

Have I mentioned that the iPhone is amazing? Well it is.

Is there anything more irritating than a person who always talks about their iPhone? Not really. Oh, wait. There are cat people.

I have now become an iPhone loving cat person. What is happening to me? This is dreadful. Hey, where are you going? Don’t go!

…did I also mention that the iPhone has video capabilities? I am thrilled with this handy feature. Those who are less thrilled include my mom and brother who are receiving random cat videos throughout the week. These are not interesting or funny cat videos like the ones that have a million views on YouTube. They are pretty lame. See:

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OMG…it’s sideways. I am so sorry. This is really bad.

Note: There is nothing in the room that would cause her to whip her head around like an owl. She is just nervous and skiddish by nature. But I love her anyway.

I apologize for this post in it’s entirity. Please come back tomorrow.

Poor Porpus

Porpus aka Norters aka Norpus aka Nortenstein, was not feeling so hot this weekend. She had a major limp for a day. Then she had a less severe, pity-me-limp for another day.

Day one:

Her food, water, medicine, and entertainment was brought to her. She was carried to the litterbox and from sleeping area to sleeping area.

Her food, water, medicine, and entertainment was brought to her. She was carried to the litterbox and from sleeping area to sleeping area.

Day Two. She had a nice bath and brushing. Total spring-spa day.

Day Two. She had a nice bath and brushing. Total spring-spa day.

I was beside myself with worry and had to be at her side for most of the time. I can’t even imagine having a sick kid. I would just die with stress. (I can almost see Alma rolling her eyes). Nostalgic comfort food for lunch made did make me feel better. I dare you to look at these photos and NOT get a hankering for a peanut-butter-and-banana-honey-sandwich.

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Highly Nomable.

Highly Nomable.

I am glad that Porpus is all better, but I now realize she may have been faking it for part of the time. Jerk.

The Day Off

There is a lot happening in this post, so if you are here for the pretty stuff…just scroll.

The Day Off:

Splendid! I did a extraordinary job of enjoying myself all day long. Even though it was cold, the sun was out in a crispy blue sky, which means my mood was at least 40% better than it would have been on a cloudy day.

I did get up early as planned. While the coffee was brewing, Peapod delivered my groceries at 6:20 am. I had spent a whole 5 minutes grocery shopping online the night before. You should try it if you live in Chicago. I will rave about it at length if you want to talk about it in person.

Before Justin left for school with his packed lunch (that would be lost on the Metra within the hour :( ) he read my post from last night as usual. No grammar/spelling mistakes were noted. So I am guessing it was just too early to spot them rather than the post actually being written properly.

I left the house at 9. Camera in tow. Parka as well. It wasn’t too bad out if you stayed on the sunny side of the street. As I enjoyed this sunny street thing, I quickly realized that nothing was going to open until 11. Most of the people I passed this morning before the shops were open were weirdos or dog walkers. Or both. I decided to cut over to the residential Richy McRicherson part of Andersonville and just wander around for awhile. It really is a fantastic place to live if you have the money to be there. A little nest of nice in the middle of a busy city. Most of the houses and yards are gorgeous, with the exception of the exceptionally bright blue one. I have included that for your viewing pleasure/confusion.

Cold/Red/Snot face was threatening to settle in, so I hopped back over to Clark and into the Taste of Heaven restaurant across from the Brown Elephant resale store. I ate the world’s best cherry scone as I waited. Please go eat it. No butter is needed. If you don’t like cherries, the woman who served it to me also recommended the blackberry. There are about 6 other flavors as well. If you are there after noon, eat the Jeanine cake. I actually would have eaten it this morning, but it wasn’t an option yet. Madness.

I sat at the sunny counter, eating my cherry scone companion and sipping a perfectly crafted latte. Watched the weirdos and dogs go by. When I started to spot normal neighborhood people and some children, I realized that the shops were now open.  I went from Brown Elephant, then to Brownstone Antiques, across to Women and Children’s Bookstore, and then Foursided and Marguerite gardens.

Curiosities were plenty, cats in store windows were adorable, and treasures were gathered. No one got mad at me for photographing anything, and the sun kept me warm. Flowers were bought along with a milk glass pedestal bowl, a flashcard with 6 rabbits on it, a tiny squirrel figurine (50 cents!), a bud vase, large quantities of potent catnip, a book about vampires (Ann Rice instead of Stephanie Meyer…it was 50 cents!), and a cute cosmetic canister with gold stars on it. The four hour wandering of my neighborhood was a happiness success. I think the highlight of the adventure was the sign on the piano at the Brown Elephant that begged the idiot public to have sense before banging on the keys. The creepy award for the trip goes to the weird part taxidermy horse that was on sale for $800 at the Brownstone Antique store. I didn’t get a good angle because I was rushing to get away from it. So nasty.

At home, the cats were eager to get drunk on the catnip I had brought them. Porpus really went at it. She rolled in the sun and nip for sometime, while Schween stole remnants from the sidelines. She then batted at her own shadow while Porp passed out in the background. I also wanted to hang out in the sun, so I sat in a warm spot—sans catnip—and read about vampires. The rest of the afternoon involved a sun nap, orange soda, Jeopardy and brownies.

Curry brownies! Made like regular brownies from scratch, but with the addition of coconut and curry. Based on my favorite chocolate from Vosges. They turned out really well, but I would make a few changes next time. I will type up the recipe when it is perfected.

The evening ended with italian sausage soup with tortellini. My favorite. Justin’s picture of happiness for the day I am sure. Soup coma followed the meal. Souuuuup. mmmmmllllllaah. Seriously.

Here are the 48 pictures of happiness narrowed down from a about 457328549. Favorites are enlarged. Woot!

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Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

PLEASE

PLEASE

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Drunk kitteh

Drunk kitteh

<3

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Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.

Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.