Sunday, February 6, 2011

Urk......Excuse Me......Must Have Been Somehing I Ate

Oh, hell......I guess it was inevitable that it would happen some day.

I went to the frig the other day (and knowing me you KNOW that my frig is not one of those wimpy things with nothing in it but half bottle of champagne and an orchid )......well, as I was saying, there I was peering into the frig and I realized that one of the 5327 containers tucked away for future enjoyment or saved for the fight against midnight hunger attacks had leaked.  Rather then unload the entire frig to find the leaky one, I recklessly dipped my pinkie into the unidentifiable dribble and gave it a good lick to identify which container was at fault.  I can only say that next time I put out a fresh offering of lovely Smoothie made of chicken soup and Friskies Mixed Grill for those ungrateful beasts who share my house and my life, and they spurn it with cast up eyes and wrinkled noses and I scream, "You ingrates, that is delicious stuff,"  I will not just be flapping my gums.....I will be talking from experience.

Well, I wouldn't serve it to company, but it actually wasn't at all bad.........I think I have had worse in some restaurants......

You can tell from the fact that I have chosen the above minor incident to star in today's blog, that life here is rather uneventful and my best bloggyness is still hiding.  Most of my time lately has been devoted to trying not to fall down and trying desperately to introduce a 3rd female cat into a house ruled by 2 other spoiled rotten female cats.  In all fairness to Gussie and Winnie, they are  behaving like real menches while the new little one has the deplorable manners of an alley cat.  I am occasionally a bit cheered when a few hours go by without hearing any spitting, hissing or growling or the strange trilling sound she makes when she just wants to remind everyone that she is not a cat to be messed with. 

I am ashamed to say that I still have not settled on a name for the new arrival..........I usually name my cats after some ancestor or other but I have used up most of those names by now and also she just doesn't look like a fact I am afraid she is a shixa....(I am not prejudiced) but she should not go through life under false colors.........definitely not a Sarah or Fanny or Lena.  I have tried out dozens of names to see how they feel rolling off the tongue and still don't have the right one yet.  I began with Geegee (for Growling Girl), quickly skipped to Sugar (too bland) even tried Itsy Bitsy, Teeny Weeny, Green-eyed, Gray Haired Young Catini..........obviously too long even when shortened to Bitsy.  I dunno.......the right one will come to me and fortunately it doesn't seem to matter what I call her,  because when I do call her she ignores me no matter what the name.
I would welcome any suggestions, but I do not promise to use them unless it really works for both of us.

Well, here I sit rather listlessly on a Sunday morning, waiting for the Super Bowl to begin in a few hours (no, I do not watch those endless hours of pre-game hype....... I may occasionally eat cat food but I do have some standards) and am hoping it will be a good one and will dispel this strange ennui which sits heavily upon me today.  In the meantime I have hummingbird feeders to fill, birds and squirrels to feed and a thousand objects in between to NOT trip over.  I guess you could say that I have my work cut out for me.


  1. When I married my hubby, we each had two cats. A psychologist friend told us the cats would have to work out their "pecking order" on their own, and that would happen more quickly if we didn't interfere. It was hard to stand by, but nobody got hurt, and eventually each cat had its own turf, more or less.

  2. If I remember correctly, you referred to the new little one as a gray waif in one of your posts and I rather like that description. Perhaps "Grey Waif" (or "Gray Waif", if you prefer) for her proper name and "Gwynnie" for her call name?

    A quick check on Wikipedia (*le sigh* I confess I am now using Wikipedia as an initial reference) tells me that Gwyneth means "happiness" in Welsh ... which I sense from your entries most likely does not fit her current state. Perhaps happiness is in her future, however, once she accepts the comfort and security of her new home.

    My husband and I are in the process of integrating a 15 year old cat from the local shelter into our home along with our 21 year old cat who has been an only child for 14 years. It's been ... fun.

  3. Bitch. The name fits. I will not ask for a finders fee. It's yours to use as you wish.

  4. We have all probably tasted worse. There were a couple of restaurants in -- well, never mind. Don't want to start a flap over that.

    Names. There is a series of books called the Warriors series, by three authors who write under the pseudonym Erin Hunter. The warrior clan cats in the series have fabulous names that you might look into. Things like Ashfur, Nightpelt, Dawnflower, and Frostclaw. There are dozens, and if one of those doesn't suit, you might pick something similar to fit your cat specifically.

  5. Well it was good to hear that you are still upright and feeding yourself even if it is cat food you are taste testing. A name..I am sure something will strike your fancy one of these days..hey maybe that's it Fancy:)

  6. Thankfully I cook for my critters so if I ever happened to eat a bit of it, it would be 'people' food and I would be off the hook!

    I am glad you are staying trip-free, and as for the little one, I say call her Little? Darth Vader? Nappy? Shhhh?

    I think Shhh is a good one :)


  7. I was so glad to see a blog post from you - hurrah! I hope you enjoyed the game. I quite liked the earlier suggestion of Gwynnie though Darth Vader or perhaps Maul might be more in keeping with your new addition's temperament!

  8. So the little darling is making a name for herself, eh? For "manners of an alley cat," any number of Hollywood starlets come to mind, but then I'm a culture snark & a pundit, so mebbe I better shut up now.

    Glad you're chipper enough to explore the fridge like that & report from the front lines. =)

    A few weeks ago we had to thaw out a Tupperware(TM) to tell whether it was chili or spagetti. Once it was thawed, we had a conversation: "Is that a bean? or what?" "I dunno. Not many in there." "Okay, but if we can't tell, I'm not eating it, so ... toss it out."

  9. Love this blog!! You know how I loved it when you named Gussie and Winnie. If I was child bearing age and had twins, thats what I would name them (girls of course)I am leaning towards Happy Frogs suggestion of Gwynnie,,,Anxious to see what you decided!!

  10. Given her hissing and spitting proclivities, perhaps "Spitunia" would be appropriate? And if you've been dipping into the cat food, please take care not to get too close to those squirrels and birdies, in case you have developed a tendency to crave such delicacies as well!