Yesterday marked one year to the day that Steve and I went out for coffee, and he convinced me to go to the vet office/cat shelter across the street to just visit this kitty he’d become smitten with. I walked in trying to be hard-hearted, at least as hard-hearted as I can be around a mammal, and we walked out with this guy. And he was carried out with a new name–WHY WOULD A PERSON NAME A GREY CAT OREO?? Steve and I had already agreed on a name, although I’m pretty sure he only went with Ignatius so we could also call him Iggy. I did give him his middle name pretty unilaterally, though (which, for the record, is Cecil.)
Ignatius is a handful sometimes; he’s broken probably three picture frames and at least one wine glass, and I’ve occasionally walked into the kitchen to see him licking a block of tofu I’m pressing. He also has this habit of using me as a launchpad. Also, he sleeps on my back, which is annoying in and of itself, but then stretches out so his paws are on my head.
That being said, this little guy is the most important man alive in my life right now. Sorry, Dad. Sorry, David Bowie. It took me about three days of being a single lady again before I completely turned into a Cat Lady. I guess it was there all along.
PS: I took this picture of Iggy last night. I love his douchey facial expression, like if he could he’d be making duck lips and throwing up fake gang signs like a total frat boy.
* Homemade crepes for breakfast!
* Cute hotel rooms in downtown Chicago!
* Cooking giant authentic Spanish meals, replete with paella and tapas, plus lots and lots of sangria!
* The CUTEST JACK RUSSELLS EVER!
Other, not-pictured reasons:
* Lance Armstrong. Not him, necessarily, but watching his interview took up a lot of Friday night, and his missing testicle was an integral part of our game of Cards Against Humanity
* Amazing pizza, even if we had to settle for Gino’s East instead of Lou Malnati’s
* Drinking wine and Facebook-stalking people until 2 AM
* Just in general being in the presence of some of my favorite people in the world
(Also, I realize that this collage is a little bit obnoxious, but now it’s created, so tough it out.)
I started a blog again. Let’s hope it lasts more than about three posts this time. I started it because I like to write and because 95% of my favorite people live far away. MOVE TO HERE, PEOPLE. Otherwise I have to sit in scenic Minneapolis-St Paul International Airport and blog while I wait to fly to you.
I have decided that, as someone recently widowed*, I deserve what I’m calling a widowmoon. People get to go on vacations when they get married, and before they have babies, and lord knows that being widowed is a damn fine reason for a vacation.
So, as with all major life crises, I analyzed everything and didn’t come up with anything very interesting, but I’ve decided that this is my chance to do all the silly little things that I’ve always wanted to do but haven’t, silly things like visiting every state and visiting every continent–turns out most of my life goals are travel-related, so I suppose in that regard it’s nice that most of you probably aren’t reading this from Minneapolis.
So tonight I’m off to Chicago to play with Jack Russells and eat homemade crepes and play Cards Against Humanity and have sleepovers with some of my favorite people, so it’s the beginning of something good coming from something tremendously shitty.
*Yes, legally speaking, I was not widowed, but if you argue that point with me you’re a huge douchebag.