Missing The Bunnycat

…I probably always will.
Bunny hiding out from the party

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O hai…

Good grief. Such a week (or 3 in blog years.)

Kittens are well and growing, I need to weigh them but that would imply that I could get them to be still for long enough. Moon Pie is rocket powered to begin with but even Ottov2 is all wiggles lately.

It is a good thing to see though. They should be running around like fiends.
So far they are pretty well behaved though occasionally their kitten-brains take over and they get into something that either they know they shouldn’t or that they had to climb up, open, dig through and then finally unzip and unwrap to put little kitten sized teeth holes in… which pissed their mama off.

I remind myself, they are kittens and I should have put that behind a door they haven’t been able to open yet. Also, Moon Pie said she was sorry and when I looked her in the eye as she was about to climb up to the area that she did this bad thing last (because I know it was her…) and asked her not to do that, she trilled, then climbed down and beat up her toy mousie instead.
Smart little cat.

She’s still fueled by kitten brain, so I give her some leeway, but seriously smart little cat. Ottov2 is an olympic level ignorer though. (I checked that it wasn’t deafness even though she doesn’t fit the profile for standard deafness markers in cats, all white males, notably.) I had Moon Pie sitting near me and Otto was on top of Ft Kitten out of view and I crinkled a wrapper from one of the Trader Joe’s plastic tubs that they love (lightweight, they don’t eat it, it makes noise, free-perfect) and Ottov2’s little head shot right up and zoomed in on the wrapper.

I suppose it still is possible that she may be a bit deaf in certain ranges, but I sort of doubt it given her propensity to focus on the blinds pull strings even when I talk right at her where I know she can see me.

They are getting pretty big. If you look at the pictures they really are looking like cats now. I have the picture on my computer desktop of them looking like bookends around my samurai clock and they were such kitten shaped things. Now they aren’t much more than 5 or 6 pounds each but the cat equivalents of homunculi.

12 weeks
Bookends

19 weeks
new cat bed in prep for winter

I’ve left Ft. Kitten open at night for them to run around and sleep with me (on me) since July-ish. For the most part they don’t throw wild parties and put pizza on the turntable, but occasionally I will be roused from my normal sleep of the dead to something being knocked over and I stuff them in the cage til I wake later and let them out while i get ready. I like letting them run and exercise, and the kitten thunder isn’t a problem at night.. only the loud crashes bother me.

They don’t see the crate as being a punishment either. I didn’t want them to. I wanted it to be a safe, consistent place, but it also serves as a “perhaps you should settle down” location as well. Ottov2 mostly just jumps up to level 3 whenever she is in there and starts snoozing. Moon Pie may crank a bit, but she hasn’t lost her mind or anything about being in there.
If I am visible while they are awake, its another thing altogether.

I haven’t been able to get into my office (a large closet thing) for more than 5 minutes at a time lately. I had to work out portable arrangements to fix that as I am not ready for them to explore my office yet…especially since I have all my yarn in there. They are in plastic tubs, but given how smart Moon Pie is and how willing Ottov2 is to join in yarnicidal mayhem, I’ll spare all of us the grief and just keep it closed.

That leads to my next issue that I need to solve… I haven’t been able to knit in months.
I miss it and frankly, I have plans that are on hold. I could just go knit elsewhere, but I’m loving being home with kittens also I like them to run around instead of being cooped up all the time.

I don’t know when (or if) Moon Pie will ever get over her yarnicidal tendencies. You can see the crazy go to 11 when I break out any sort of string thing; if it is wool then it gets worse.
Ah well.

Yarnicide

I also catch myself calling Moon Pie “Bunny” sometimes. Kitten reincarnation, it is nice to think Bun wanted to come back to me. So I’ll just go with that.

Haven’t done much aside from house projects since I went to the Aquarium last. I snagged Tex’s iPhone 4 to get higher res photos on Hipstamatic last time and I was pretty pleased with the results. We might go back Sunday to see the white shark they have in the big tank.

(click to see the web cam they have going)

I’m fascinated by white sharks. Other sharks are cool, but white sharks are so much more interesting. They are seriously smart, they do things like stick their heads out of the water to get a better view of something, they have personalities…and very large teeth.

So I have Shark Week favorites on the ipod, mostly great white stories that don’t play up the idiot mentality and that actually talk with intelligence about them and I watch them fairly frequently. Shark Man from 2007 with Michael Rutzen (bonus! I friended him on Facebook… LOL) and a couple of new ones from 2011 season about the Atlantic whites resurging in population (along with their food source resurgence). I also really like Chris Fallows – wildlife photographer – who is turning into a white shark expert as he goes along.

I like that actually. Its kind of my own M.O. for career trajectory. If you ask me what my five year plan is, I will 1. lower you in my esteem about 500% and B. not have the faintest clue.

I have a French degree and a graphic design degree and I have done Tech Support, Technical Writing, Technical Project Management… see a trend? School learning is ok, but I learn new things better if they interest me. It also helps for me to have a project that needs new knowledge for me to learn. The more I see of the apprenticeship model, the more I like it. Next time I get bored or if I get laid off again (UNIVERSE:please, no…) I’ll probably go do that.

I was listening to Bill Bryson read his “At Home” book, or maybe it was his “A Short History of Nearly Everything” and was hearing about taxonomists being in short supply and thought “Oh hey. I should try taxonomy.” Might suit me. Might not. We’ll see if I get into it sometime. So who knows what I will do over the next 5 years. (I can tell you that cleaning up after sloppy, crazy kittens is the short term plan.)

*obsessive alert*
I buy a lot of stuff online (duplicate shirts, pants based on a previous brand/size success) and I download the images in the various colors to keep on file of my clothing inventory. I used to just make a web page (since I live in Dreamweaver anyway) but now I have Closet  on my iphone hand-me-down and it lets you build packing lists. (Ostensibly this is an outfit app, but I ignore all that with my mostly uniform work outfit that I instituted and use it almost exclusively to build packing lists. Best. Game. Ever.)

I’ve got a family trip next FRI that I am packing for and I was pondering the hot weather back east, but now I think I might need to introduce some fleece and possibly a rain layer into the mix.

Don’t know yet, but I’ll probably post the results.

Sharks and luggage and knitting… oh my! But not really.

Week 4 of the new phone. I do like it a lot, but I miss my Centro.
Its been kind of a funky transition that I suppose most people go through when moving (house/car/phone). I’m having to consolidate and reorganize all my addresses into my Gmail account rather than my Palm Desktop. I suppose I could have just done an export, but I figured after 14 years of the same database with only cursory tidying up over the last however-many-years it was time to start afresh. Like spring cleaning.
Of course, I’m getting a little obsessive over it, would you expect any less from me? No, I thought not.

The search for a bluetooth keyboard continues. I actually have the perfect keyboard (Stowaway) but when I opened it up to get it going with Roy Batty, several screws fell out of it and a piece of plastic broke off. So I put the whole pile in a ziploc bag and glare at it from time to time while I google other options. Pesky items that don’t last even 10 years. Hell, my cat lasted longer than that.

Speaking of hell and my cat, I managed to extract several videos of Bunny meowing at me from my Centro and put them on my new phone. I have to watch them rather judiciously or I’m a mess for about 12 hours.

The long weekend coming up promises to be filled with sharks and chores. Possibly some knitting. The trip to Green Bay looms as well. I’ll write up a packing list and a musing on luggage next. I’ve learned its best not to try to logic myself out of wanting matching luggage… it’s…well, dangerous. I might regret it, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Know thyself and thy carry-on luggage neuroses.

dangit.

Nothing makes me cry harder than having to tell someone about Bunny being gone when they don’t know.
They aren’t being insensitive, it isn’t their fault, but it seems to punch me in the gut harder than anything else.

Well @Maggie did it.

So I figured I might as well, too. Seemed like a decent idea.
Read her getting things in hand health post here.
Mostly, I knew that I needed to eat better (and I have been) after Bunny didn’t need 100% of my time anymore. I know what I need to eat and I just hadn’t been eating it. I can’t eat like normal people. Wheat, sugar, soy… or carbs… kick my arse. I need clean protein and lots of it, veggies, too, but not very much fruit (my body doesn’t differentiate between sugars, it just goes bonkers. And HFCS makes me high.). Tell those physicians with their little charts to stick them where the sun don’t shine. Their ideas of a balance just does not work in my system.
So mostly I humored my doctor a little with the easing off of the cow protein (giant hunks o’ steak work the best for me in terms of weight loss and my cholesterol went down even with cow, but I was also walking 3 miles a night), I haven’t been to sushi (so no rice, less shrimp) in a while (primarily because the folks who bought the House of Sake are lying sacks of shit and changed everything that they swore they wouldn’t. I don’t tolerate liars.) and have been roasting a lot of chickens.
Roasting veggies, too.

 

I think what helped me most about her posts were the linkies to vitamins and supplements. Some of the stuff that she mentioned sounded familiar (I’m a stress-ball, too). Here’s the chart.

(FYI: the brand of my pill case is “Fit & Healthy” but if I was so fit & healthy, then I wouldn’t need such a fekkin’ huge pill case, would I? Sigh. I know, I’ve seen worse..)

The thing i don’t like about the multi-vitamin I take (see blue horse pill above) is that I have to take it on a full stomach otherwise it nauseates me in a big way (I wonder if there is something in  there that I am allergic to… fillers and “inert” stuff that never seem to be inert to me. I’m a delicate flower, you see.). I don’t eat all that much during the day, so its kind of a pain in the arse as well as semi-nauseating on a regular basis. Fun. On top of that, they taste absolutely vile. I’d buy Flinstone’s, but they don’t sell the “You’re starting to get up there girlfriend, you need more stuff” in chewables. Though being dinosaur shaped would be appropriate.
Another item on the list is 5-8 walnuts a day. Easy right? Easy if you like walnuts. Blech. Pasty and gross, but I’m eating them. I’m not certain how long I’ll tolerate them – maybe I can find an alternative delivery system for their contents. Not necessarily a pill since I agree with the “its not the same in pill form” argument of nutrition.
I’ve been walking some, but haven’t been doing it consistently. I messed up my left foot wearing Uggs outside the house (was that an editorial comment by the universe? possibly.) and its been ok, but twingy ever since. Once I get settled into my stride though, I can knock off 4 miles at a pop, so it isn’t broken or anything, but it is pesky.
The weather was crap for a while as well… not just cloudy, I like that, but rainy and cold. This next weekend looks nice, so maybe I’ll be able to get out on the trail again.

I’m also saving up to get an Android tablet eventually. I suppose it is in my best interest that I haven’t found the right tablet so that I can stash away moola and have enough to buy it when I do find one, but I have a trip coming up and I would like to get used to it, get it set up and play with it before I go (and hopefully FIND ONE before I go. Industry, you are on notice. I leave March 3.)

I want one that:
-is 7 inch (sorry, the iPad is just too big for me in general)
-has Android marketplace (I am a little spoiled by the app store on Errol)
-updatable (either over the air or by plugging into my computer-but nothing too involved. If WordPress can do a 1 click update, these should, too.)
-NOT a totally custom Android OS (actually this is a redundant statement based on the items listed above.)
-A wireless connection that I can turn on for a month if I need it, but no 2 year plan commitment. Tex got the iPad the minute it shipped and was grandfathered into the unlimited 3G from AT&T (which he should NEVER turn off). I’d like something like that, but I’m not kidding myself that it will be an option for me.

Luckily there are lots of tablets pouring out of the industry’s gaping maw at the moment, but not all are in production or on the sales floor. I like Archos, but their last efforts were more of a media player with an Android OS with apps that had to be customized all to hell to run on the machine. We’ll see if they fix this in their latest incarnations.
Dell was promising with their Streak, but then they made you sign away your life to AT&T. Give me a break; AT&T sucks. They couldn’t maintain signal if they had a cell tower stuck up their own butts. (Ever wonder why I don’t write for online magazines anymore? Don’t.)
The Galaxy Tab is pretty but locked into the various providers. Still no wi-fi only version… though I think I need the 3G/4G occasionally. Wifi is NOT ubiquitous, nor even common in lots of places I travel. I tend to live on my Centro at those times.
Of course, there is also the option of getting a wifi only tablet then changing my phone/plan to one with tethering. I quite like the Google phone and I hear decent things about T-Mobile. But I’ll probably use my Palm device until it explodes, whine a lot about that, mourn the end of an era for me, then get a new phone which I will proceed to love and squee over at length.
I’m a Leo. It happens.

I got a new softshell jacket (water and wind resistant-good for the weather that we had for the last several months) but lately the weather has been rather nice and I haven’t really needed it with the fleece or sweater I wear all the time to work/at home/running around. My brain has a curious tendency to forget what cold is like when it is nice outside, or conversely to forget just how hot things are in Texas after the luxury of cold nights and cool days in NorCal. So, my brain is saying things like “Oh we can wear this to Green Bay! Just needs a layer or two underneath.”
Riiight.
Intellectually I know that 11 degrees is a bit too cold for this jacket, but my brain has its want that my rational side ignores. I just need a few days of 40 degree weather to remind my silly brain that it isn’t the right jacket. We’ll see if that happens.
I’ve put together a packing list, but knowing myself, I’ll find something FABULOUS 2 days before the trip and rearrange everything to revolve around it.
Speaking of packing lists, I need to get my travel site finished, just haven’t had the energy to do so. More on that anon.

I was looking at the adoptable kitties list at the 9 Lives Foundation to see if there were any kitty-babies that struck my fancy… and they all were cute, but instead of “Yay a fuzzy thing to hug and squeeze and call George!” I went to that place that was insane and utterly terrified about the prospect of leaving Bunny alone the last few weeks she was here. I was really, really ill for several weeks after she left. I pretty much destroyed my immune system with that fear and it comes right back to full force when I remember those days. (I still remember horrible emotions from 30years ago-I don’t think this visceral reaction is going to go away anytime soon. Again, I’m a Leo. Deal.)
I’d love to foster a cat or take in an adult cat who needs it, but I know myself. I fall hard. Letting go of something tends to kill me. Or watching a cat go through that again… I’m not strong enough right now to get through that again…I feel like a horrible person for not being able to just grow a pair and do the right thing. However, I think my system would collapse if I did that now. Last night I was up til 3 trying to distract my brain from the horrible  images that kept showing up when I had a bunch of Bunny memories surface unexpectedly.
I think I need to wait. I’ll skip dinner out for a few weeks and write another check to help out since I am such an utter coward. And I’ll just keep poking at that particular bruise to see when it doesn’t make me cry.
I’ll keep you posted.