My cats have a well-documented history with shoes. They just can’t get enough.
When my parents were visiting a little while back, Gus found himself trying on some loafers.
Maybe he thought these smart looking shoes would increase his IQ.
He does look awfully serious.
Trying to look natural. I guess he thinks he’ll grow into these, physically and intellectually.
He has a long way to go.
The poor dear.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
I vacuum almost every day.
And yet, my apartment is in a constant state of fuzz.
…thanks to this little guy…
…and this heifer…
Until I figure out how to make my cats self-vacuuming, I’m afraid this is my fate.
At least my cats have cute little feet.
Upon closer inspection of this photo, I noticed yet another furball lurking to the right of Gus’ foot.
Don’t give me that look.
That’s not my fur on the sofa, sir.
His furballs frustrate me, but then he gives me the puss in boots eyes.
And the intense stare-down.
And a scowl.
Sometimes I forget whose apartment this is…and thankfully my cats are here to remind me.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
This precious little furball is a real trouble maker.
She gets into EVERYTHING.
And almost always leaves evidence.
“Who, me?”
I mentioned before how quickly she took to my new drapes. I thought she was just cuddling up on them, but I should have known better. This is Scarlett we’re talking about after all.
She likes to cocoon herself in the drapes and then have a crazy spell, which invariably results in tangled drapes. The other day, however, she took it too far. Literally. Scarlett got caught in the drapes and decided to take them with her, thus pulling the drapery rod bracket out of the wall.
As the only member of the household with opposable thumbs, I had the privilege of buying new wall anchors and installing them to fix the drapes.
I also bought a new vacuum cleaner yesterday while I was out buying wall anchors. Talk about an annoying way to spend several hundred dollars.
After I played handyman again and put the vacuum together, I got Scarlett back for her destructive behavior by running my new airplane engine of a vacuum for about 10 minutes.
Scarlett does not like the new vacuum cleaner as well as the new drapes.
Y’all hurry back,
Sugarlump
Gus may appear to be a little short on brain cells at times, but I’ve always suspected that he had some secret powers. My suspicions were confirmed the other day when I saw Gus’s shadow. He was lounging in his … Continue reading
Things of which I never tire:
1) Sunsets
2) Laughter
3) Shoes
4) Floor plans
5) Chocolate
6) Family and close friends
7) Mystery
8) Sitting on a porch
9) The unconditional love of my little furballs
10) Mexican food
In an ideal moment, I would be sitting on a porch of a home I designed the floor plan of, with family and friends, furballs at my feet, eating Mexican food followed by something chocolate, while laughing in a fabulous pair of shoes, pondering the great mystery that is life, as the sun sets.
Y’all keep it real,
Sugarlump
This cat is something else.
I point the camera at her and tell her to “Say ‘Cheeeeeese’” and this is what I get from Scarlett.
I say “Smile, little muffin-pants!” and this is what I get.
Maybe she thought I was calling her fat? I said muffin-pants, not muffin-top. There’s a big difference.
“Fat?… I’m just furry..…in all the wrong places.”
Gus walks by and cuts the tension with his tail.
“Is that a bowl of unattended salmon?”
This is her best angle. Please notice that it is a headshot only.
“I wonder if I could reach that bug on the ceiling….”
Fat chance.
“Oh, hi. I wasn’t plotting anything mischievous; I swear,” (whiskers crossed).
“Are you calling me a liar? First I’m fat and now I’m a liar?…. Oh no you diiii-in’t.”
She’s about to go all Jerry Springer on me.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
I had another one of those serendipitous shopping moments last week. I think, after a while of coming up empty-handed and discouraged, you build up good shopping karma and exactly what you have been looking for everywhere appears right before your eyes. I had this moment in Bed Bath and Beyond. I had looked a couple months back and there was nothing that excited me as I searched for drapery panels for my main living area. My ceilings are 9 feet tall so I needed 108” length panels because I wanted them to puddle slightly at the bottom. You almost never see this length available in the store. Normally they have the 84” and 95” stocked and then the “extended lengths” are available for order online.
Having given up on finding something readymade in the textured woven oatmeal-ish genre, I looked into custom drapes, which would likely be 3-4 times as expensive and take 3-4 times as long to arrive. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to spend that kind of money on drapes for an apartment that is likely temporary and full of abnormally large windows. I also wasn’t sure I would have a use for 7 long panels of something very specific. And I’m impatient.
My solution to this whole dilemma was to ignore it for a while.
It was very effective. Except when I was in my apartment and able to see my naked windows.
Then, one fateful day last week, I stepped foot in Bed Bath and Beyond for the first time in months with low expectations and a glimmer of hope. I didn’t even grab a cart or a basket as I sped toward the drapery department. I walked through the first isle and saw nothing but dreadful polyester in 84” length panels. I headed down the second isle, sure that my drapeless fate was sealed. I reached the end of the isle and saw some drapes that had a nice, chunky woven texture like I had been searching for. And they even had a color that could work: a sandy, oatmeal-y, taupe-ish color. I figured I would have to order them online, but as I pulled back the sample curtain, there lay at least a dozen of the panels in the color I wanted in 108” length! I nearly fainted. Then the adrenaline kicked in and I sprinted (almost) around to the front of the store to grab a cart. I tore around the corner on two wheels in the direction of the drapery section. Thankfully, no one had scooped up all of the panels in the 13.4 seconds I was gone. I quickly pulled out 7 packages and violently threw them into my cart like I was on Supermarket Sweep and headed for the registers.
I only had 1 coupon with me and it was for 20% off one full-priced item. The nice lady at the register asked me if I had any more because I could “save a bundle.” I had had other coupons, but they had expired and I was pretty sure I’d recycled them already. One lady behind me in line had a handful of coupons and offered me a couple of hers. It was so sweet of her but I told her I couldn’t take her coupons from her. The cashier said if I found any more coupons that I should come back and get my receipt adjusted. Wouldn’t you know that I dug around in my car for my coupon folder (I have to have this otherwise I always leave my coupons either a) in my house or b) in a different purse that I am not carrying that day) and found a coupon for 20% off my ENTIRE PURCHASE (read: $84 plus tax in savings). The only issue was that the coupon had expired at the end of July and it was now the first week of September. I know some stores will still take coupons after they have “expired” so I went back into the store and played dumb like I couldn’t read the large print indicating that my coupon had expired on 7/31/12.
It surely was a fateful day because instead of the surly, gum-chewing 20-something woman at customer service, I was called over for service at the register of a nice young man. I gave him the coupon and my receipt from earlier in the day, telling him that I had found my 20% off my ENTIRE PURCHASE coupon I had meant to bring in when I made my purchase. No problem. He was going to take care of that for me right away. And he did.
And I got exactly the drapes I had been looking for, for ¼ the price I had considered spending, in the correct length and color, AND I was able to drive straight home and put them up in 30 minutes.
To say I was/am pleased would hardly cover it.
To say Gus and Scarlet are pleased would hardly cover it. Though it took them weeks to warm up to their new, plush cat beds, they took to the drapes immediately, even before I had them hung on the rods.
If you need me at any point in time for the next few years of my life, I will be lint-rolling and vacuuming these drapes.
But at least I have drapes.
I mean, Scarlett has drapes.
If you need Scarlett, she’ll be snuggling with/guarding the drapes.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
My cats are such peculiar little furballs. In case there is any doubt, I have evidence to support this claim. Mr. Gus thoroughly enjoys an evening under my clothes drying rack. He prefers the clothes to be damp. If they … Continue reading
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Sugarlump
I love this picture because it is so telling. Here’s what it says:
Okay, so that was only 139 words. I could continue, but I think you get the picture.
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Sugarlump
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