I am an awful cat

First of all, an observation about cats. They are fucking crazy. That being said, humans are even crazier because we take them in and love them and think we can change them and then continue to live with their douchebaggery even when trying to change them fails. Cats do what they want, when they want. They can jump to astonishing heights, are born with weapons attached their hands and feet, and they fit places they really shouldn’t be able to. They are born killing machines. Luckily, cats are also extremely lazy. They’d rather lick their butts than actually get up and do anything.

So, that being said, I have decided that in my next life I want to come back as a well taken care of house cat. Perfect life. Anyways, here are my two assbags, if you haven’t met them: IMG_1203 IMG_1944

Jericho, the blonde one, is mischievous and eats off the stove every chance he gets, open flames be damned. Bellini, the tabby, well, he’s special. He talks to walls, chases his tail, and darts out of the room for no particular reason.

So, our cats, like many cats, bring us their nightly “kills” and leave them around the bed. Being indoor cats, these “kills” vary from stuffed mice to dog toys to kleenex. It’s a big production too. They don’t just leave it for you and go. They yowl at the top of their little kitty lungs from the point of the “kill” and continue yowling until they reach the spot they plan to drop the “kill”. Then they stand in place and make sure you know that they brought you that “kill” and once you make eye contact, they drop it and come over for their praise. And you better be ready to praise them or else they will get angry. I don’t know if this is normal for all cats, but for my two it is a nightly thing.

So, as I was wandering around the internet like I do, I stumbled upon this little diddy: Screen Shot 2013-11-14 at 6.39.00 PM

And I realized that it could be right. I mean, I do feel super special when Jericho brings me “kills” (after I’m done being annoyed by his loudass meowing). I always thought it was because he loved me. And when I say he loves me, I mean he’s a full blown momma’s boy. IMG_1963

Jericho will love on anyone who gives him attention, but I’m still his person of choice. So, I thought it was a token of his love. But maybe it really is because he’s afraid I’m going to starve. He picked me to be his favorite not because I’m loving and I care about him. No, he picked me because I am the scrawny hairless cat and clearly the other hairless cat (Josh who is 1ft and 200lbs more than me) is having no problem at finding food. I can’t jump, and he’s never seen me give myself a proper cat cleaning. He feels bad for me (which still may be too much credit of emotion for a cat, but still). I’m the sad wounded bird that fell from the nest and Jericho is wanting to nurse me back to health. IMG_3551 This theory, even if it is from the internet, makes much more sense than a cat being loving. Cause like I said, cats are batshit crazy. They know like three emotions: hunger, annoyance, and apathy. And based on the fact that cats clearly think they are superior to everything else on the planet, the fact that he’s helping me, and not vice versa, makes so much sense.

And I’m cool with that. I’ll take it. I can handle being an awful cat. It still makes me feel special. IMG_3571

My girls

I’ve been a mommy since July 2009. That’s when I became a kitty mommy to Jericho and Bellini. I loved watching my boys play with paper and beat the crap out of each other like kittens do.


Then in February 2010, I became a puppy mommy to my little chi, Maisy. Being a puppymom was pretty much the same as being a kittymom except that I had to take her outside. Well, sorta. Dogs are obviously different from cats. Cats are self sufficient. I’m their mommy by term alone, but for Maisy I am her mommy. I take care of her and love on her like she’s a baby.


Both these mommy experiences prepared me for July 2012 when I became an actual mommy. However, nothing can really prepare or compare to having your own little newborn, this tiny little person you grow inside of you and know for 9 months before anyone else gets a chance to.

 DSCN0019first pic as a new mommy
100_0512I look awful but after being awake for over 30hrs, being in labor of most of it, and then having an emergency csection I guess i could’ve looked worse

There have been adjustments made since Ellabelle came into our lives. The cats have become Josh’s cats. They already kinda were his from when I moved from Columbus to Cincinnati for almost 5 months without all three of my boys. Once the baby got here, it was solidified though (Jericho is still a momma’s boy at heart though.)


Maisy, however, has long claimed me as her “person”, a title I have long be proud of. However, being a mommy to Maisy and a mommy to Ellabelle has been a hard adjustment for me. I felt for a longtime that I wasn’t giving Maisy the attention she A) had been getting and B) should be getting. I was so wrapped up in my little baby I forgot about my chibaby. I was also freaked out because I know Maisy’s life is so short compared to mine and I wanted to make sure she gets everything she deserves in her years with us. She deserves the best for being the best little dog. She’s my first baby. She made me a mommy. She prepared me for my little EB.


So, I had to make some adjustments. Luckily, Ellabelle has since started sleeping in her room (allowing for more Maisytime at night and in the morning), and Maisy has fallen in love with the baby too. So, when I’m holding the baby, Maisy is doubley happy to just sit with both of us.

My girls. ❤


They have my heart. I love them both so dearly, and I am so thankful each day that Josh has given them to me. (Maisy was a Valentine’s day gift). Every day they both test my patience and both demand snuggletime, and the latter I am perfectly fine with.