John Tesh would marry my ass.

Tax return came this week, and since I don’t really get to enjoy it (thank you, school that got me so many places), I’m trying to curb my spending. This is when my blog gets useful! These links are British, so the tools might not work as well as you’d hope, but the general ideas are common sense and a worthwhile reminder of what little things you can do to save some money (if not for yourself, then to donate to a good cause now … Continue reading

Fish n Chips n Vinegar… Pepper Pepper Pepper, Salt.

I got this book for about $10 the other day at Coles. I realize I’m becoming the two-jobbed housewife, but what a great resource! There are like a bazillion tips on ways to use salt, vinegar, lemons, and baking soda for just about everything around the house; things you’d expect, and also neat tricks like making a pet behaviour-modifying spray out of one part vinegar and one part water. So far, so good. Another thing I picked up was a travel journal. I can’t wait … Continue reading

Cat Tails & Pussy Willow

This morning I awoke to claims by somebody that Starbucks filters its coffee through cats, because the package smells like cat pee. (Preposterous! I cried. It would have to smell like cat poo.) Shortly after this, a cat war broke out in the very bedroom where I was still snoozing. Last night, while cutting his nails, I discovered Rico had a bloody claw. All this brings me to one conclusion: We’ve got too many damn cats. We’d really only have two, if Miklos hadn’t saved … Continue reading

They All Must Scoop

For a long, long time as past housemates will agree, Rico has had a problem with barfing daily all over the place. The vet suggested he simply has a weak stomach, or he’s eating too fast. Well, one day after a good petting session, Rico stood up and started to cough up a hairball. It was to no avail. I went out and bought a kittymalt the next day, which I’ll admit I’ve been pretty lax in giving him, but it seemed to help the … Continue reading


I gave up on the 365, rather quickly it would seem. It was no good, and I felt like it was holding me back. Or obligating me. I’d rather just picturize when the mood strikes me, or when something cool presents itself. Tomorrow, our little Mixi (who has recently taken to becoming a woman) goes in to get spayed. Good luck, cat! We’ll see you on the outside. In the meantime, she and the other two have to fast for the night (or, we’ll just … Continue reading

The Crazy Cat Lady

I’m reading all about introducing cats to each other today. Mixi and Jane pretty much hate each other, and Rico has never been a fan of other cats. So upon this upcoming merge, we may find ourselves in a pretty pickle. Oh, kitties. I need a farm. Going to conduct a social experiment based on this site. I will be recording every transaction I witness. Good info here too. This is good too, even though it’s not about housing cats in any way. Watch about … Continue reading

Just now as I was about to gather my clothes from the laundry room, I stepped out of my apartment and gasped. “RICO!” I scolded, as the cat bounded back down the hall to greet me. How the hell did he get out of my place? A girl appeared in the hall walking toward me with a smile, and it hit me. Those familiar white sock paws, that tabby fur and rascally appearance… it wasn’t Rico at all. It was the cat across the hall … Continue reading

If I could speak in a cat language that Rico would understand, I would say meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, which would translate, loosely, to “Slow down when you eat! That’s why you’re throwing up every day.” He gets so riled up before he eats, and I made matters worse tonight by getting him a different kind. This excited the hell out of him, despite how nonchalant I was acting about it to try to have him simply accept the stuff into … Continue reading

Cat Lady Rambles #184

I’ve never really thought of Rico as ‘big’. Once, Francis came over to try and sell me life insurance (or something scammy) and the only part of that visit I remember was him saying “WHOA, that is a big cat.” I’ve seen bigger. But Jane is a featherweight, and Mix is miniature. She’ll probably grow to be bigger than Rico, but right now, she’s tiny. And as Rico sat on my slouchy lap just now, I realized, he is not only gigantic, but also getting … Continue reading

And then there were 3… cats, I mean.

Miklos found a kitten in the woods (or rather, some old men found her but couldn’t keep her). After suggesting what seemed like a dictionary of names for a tortoiseshell kitten with an exceptionally friendly and energetic personality for a cat who’d been left in the woods for at least a couple of days, we settled on Mix, or Mixi (for now). We took her in for an examination Saturday morning after the market, where the veterinarian let us look through the microscope at the … Continue reading

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