Lower Your Expectations

I have a problem.

I wish I could give it a name and a diagnosis, but I have neither of those things.

I have a problem where I get really excited about doing something and I jump right in with both feet, tell everyone about it, and then promptly lose interest approximately 5 minutes later.

It happened with this blog.

It's happened with every novel I've ever tried to write.

It happens with newly discovered "hobbies."

It happens with exercise. (Nah, who am I kidding, I've never had any desire to exercise.)

So in order to try to revamp my interest in this blog I gave it a makeover in the hope that it would look like a shiny new toy.

And I realize that writing this post is kind of like drawing attention to the fact that I haven't written a post since last July, but...this is a chance I am willing to take.

But now I have a new problem.

I am leaving my job at the end of the week and I have NO IDEA what I am doing next with my life.

So instead of trying to figure that out I decided to write a blog post which is a much easier thing to accomplish than trying to decide the course of the rest of my existence on this planet.

Oh and here is a picture of the most beautiful man on earth holding Grumpy Cat:

This is, after all, a blog about cats. And occasionally about beautiful men. Two of my favorite things.

I wonder if there is a way to combine them into my next career path...

A girl can dream.

The Hotties That Didn't Make The Cut

I had an amazing number of TV bad boys suggested to me by my friends. I probably can't even remember them all. (And I've decided that for the purposes of this little compare and contrast I won't be using soap opera characters). But there are some bad boys that just didn't make the cut for various reasons. If you want to speak on their behalf please do so in the comments! In no particular order, they are:

Pacey Witter from "Dawson's Creek"

Lord knows "Dawson's Creek" had its die-hard fans, but I was not one of them. For some reason I could never get on board with this show. I'll admit that Pacey should be acknowledged as one of TV's bad boy favorites, but he never provoked more than a "meh" and channel change from me. Sad, but true.

Ryan Atwood from "The OC"

This is a bad boy I actually regret that I cannot speak on behalf of. I just know that if I had watched "The OC" I would have loved Ryan and his bad boy heart of gold. Alas, I never got around to watching the show, and while it is on my very, very long list of shows to watch, I don't feel that I can do this character justice. Oh, and he clearly get's bonus points for being hot.

Chuck Bass from "Gossip Girl"

I started out as a big "Gossip Girl" fan, but as the show progressed and got weirder and weirder, I became less and less interested. I haven't watched the past two seasons. Chuck Bass is a fantastic bad boy for many reasons. Unfortunately, I've never had the desire to jump through my TV screen and give him a hug, so he doesn't make the cut.

Don Draper from "Mad Men"

Another show I have tragically never watched. I know, I know, I need to get on that. Hell, I can tell from the pictures that Don Draper is one badass bad boy. But I wouldn't be doing the character justice and I can't fairly judge. Sadness.

Eric Northman from "True Blood"

 

ANOTHER show I've never watched. Damn HBO. To be fair, I did watch one episode but I was so confused as to what was going on that I had to give up. I'll have to start from the beginning one day. I mean, first of all: pretty. Second of all: vampire. By all rights he should be on my list. Alas.

Sawyer from "Lost"

I was all on board the "Lost" train. Really I was. And I was always team Sawyer. Unfortunately, I was MORE team Boone (who was not a bad boy but, come on, PRETTY, and Ian Somerhalder is my dream man) so when he died in a tragic and painful way I stopped watching. Had I continued it pretty much only would have been to watch Sawyer. And let's be honest, based on what I heard about the finale, it's a good thing I didn't stick it out.

I'm going to leave it with those hotties for tonight, but sadly there is another list that didn't make my bad boy cut. Hey, I have very high standards, okay? Plus it's not fair of me to judge a character I haven't actually watched.

In the mean time, enjoy the pretty pictures.

Taking A Poll -- A Sexy Poll

Good God, 4 months since my last blog post? 4 months?? I am filled with shame.

I was recently inspired to write a post about the best of the bad boys from TV. I have a few in mind to compare and contrast, but I want to know -- who are the favorite bad boys out there?? Perhaps there are some I've never heard of or analyzed before...and I'm always interested to learn about new sexy, angstiness.

I'll be pulling this together in the next couple of days (see now I've held myself to it!) for my own amusement.

Weigh in if you have any ideas!

Liz

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Laughed So Hard I Almost Peed

I present to you...

Breaded Cats!

1)  This is hilarious.
2)  I feel guilty for laughing.
3)  My cats would never sit still long enough to allow this.
4)  Who comes up with this stuff???

I Am A Terrible Mother

Or, How I Broke My Cats' Tiny Brains

Happy New Year and 2012 to you all. I hope you had a wonderful time with family and friends and that all of your travels went smoothly.

First of all, a word to the wise about New Year's resolutions: If you don't want to break them, don't make them.

Now on to my story.

I had a difficult decision to make this Christmas. The past two years I have taken Cleo with me to Michigan to visit her grandparents, but this year was the first I also had the new addition to our family: Lilah. It costs the same amount to take a cat on a plane as it does to board them for 10 days (seriously - sticking her under the seat in front of me cost almost as much as my ticket. She should have gotten beverage service for the amount I paid). You are only allowed to take one animal per passenger, so I decided to bring Cleo with me since she had the flying experience and board Lilah (who is so neurotic just thinking about bringing her on a plane gave me heart palpitations).

The poor girls had no idea what was in store for them. The morning I had to leave I stuffed an unsuspecting Lilah in the cat carrier - her first trip in one since I brought her home from the shelter - and hauled her meowing ass over to a cats only boarding facility. She was less than thrilled, and when I left her there all small and pathetic in that cage I wanted to cry, even though the people were very nice and I had done crazy amounts of research online about this place beforehand.

I came back home and Cleo was a bit perplexed as to why Lilah didn't return with me. Now I had to shove her into the carrier to take her on a plane. Oh no, she was not having it. After all, the last cat to leave the apartment in that thing had never returned. Cleo's no dummy. But finally I prevailed and off we went to the airport and she remained paralyzed in abject fear for the rest of the trip (except for when she tried to make a run for it in the security line and the nice woman behind me had to help me stuff her back in her carrier).

The rest of the week passed fairly uneventfully.

I returned home to a peaceful apartment and deposited Cleo back in the safety of her own home. She seemed pretty happy. She walked around and sniffed everything and settled in. I gave myself a pat on the back. "I'm an awesome mom," I thought. "Cleo is fine and soon Lilah will be back and they will touch noses and curl up together and we will all go to bed."

Then I went to pick up Lilah.

First of all, the nice lady at the front desk told me how much they all adored her and gave me a note like a teacher would give a parent picking up their 4 year old from preschool. "Lilah was a delight to have. She was friendly and playful and we'd love to have her back any time."

Awww, my baby was such a good girl! I was so proud of her.

Then they brought her out to be stuffed into the cat carrier and I could see the sheer terror in her eyes. I went to take her from the woman and I could tell she had no idea who I was. She cried when we put her in the carrier. She cried all the way out of the building. She cried all the way home. Oh my god. She thought the boarding facility was her new home and I was kidnapping her and taking her away to a new and horrible place! I felt guilty all over again.

When I arrived back at the apartment I unzipped the top of the carrier and there was Lilah huddled into a little ball, refusing to look up. Finally I had to reach in and pick her up and put her in the floor. She saw Cleo. Cleo saw her. Cleo hissed.

W.T.F?

You weren't away from each other that long! It was 10 days! But both ended up darting under the bed in fear and Cleo continued to hiss at Lilah for the rest of the day, wondering who this strange cat was who was invading her turf, never mind that they had lived together for the past 6 months.

Oh god. I had destroyed the sanity of both of my cats. Lilah didn't remember me or her home, and Cleo didn't remember Lilah. I felt awful. Cleo pooped on the floor. She has never done that in her life. I was considering kitty Prozac.

It took a while but finally, thankfully, Lilah started tentatively sniffing around and it all seemed to come back to her. Yes, this is my litter box, and my food dish, and my bed, and my chair, and my windowsill, and my toys, and my floor, and my apartment. Yay! And then Cleo started slowly but surely to accept her back into the fold. Yay! Thank the lord. I was so sure I had done permanent damage, but it seems my psychotic kitties have bounced back.

Then last night I stood up to walk to the kitchen and I saw this:

You probably can't make it out, but that's Cleo sitting in her carrier. Of her own free will. She probably sat in there for about 15 minutes. After all of that drama?

What a dingbat.