Tag: plato

Run away!! Run away!!

Posted on by nolageek

I woke up Saturday morning to the booming sound of my friend Christopher’s voice on my cell phone: “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

After watching the Weather Channel for a few minutes, learning that Katrina was a Category 5 Huricane and remembering that Broadmoor, the subdivision I live in, is the lowest area of New Orleans (or, as my friend Marshall puts it The Deep End of the Pool I decided to call around to see if I could tag along with anyone in an attempt to get the fuck out of dodge. Long story short: Marshall, Carlos, Plato, Lydia and I have evacuated to Montgomery, Alabama and are staying with Carlos’ parents in his sister’s gay ex-husband’s semi-abandoned for-sale house. Yes, it confuses me as well. Fabulous house though.

The kitties did excellent in the car; Nary a peep out of either of them for the entire FOURTEEN HOUR DRIVE. I’m so proud of them. We stopped along the way twice, once to pee on the side of the road after no peeing for eight hours, once to to get a burger at McDonalds after not eating for ten hours.

What’s grosser than gross? Being told that Marshall “had to pee a couple of other times as well, but luckily he had a couple of empty water bottles in the car with him.”

What’s grosser than that? Seeing him pour out said water bottles in the parking lot of McDonalds.

So anyway, I’m in a Mongomery public library using the net, resisting the urge to look up porn, but you gotta do what you gotta do sometimes. I have a feeling we arn’t going to be coming home for a few days, so I’ll have to make do.

A few friends of mine stayed home.. I hope they’re OK. All the cell phones are going crazy and it takes forever to get through to anyone, if you get through at all. So, anyway, if I haven’t been able to get through to you I wanted to let you know I’m ok and hope you guys are as well. Seeing stories like this really make me nervous.

Well, I lost Marshall and Carlos in the library, they were supposed to be in the computer lab, but they’re not, so I better go look for them before they leave me here. :)

Good luck!

Neurosis Squared

Posted on by nolageek

Ok, I’ve been kind of freaking out on the fact that tomorrow morning at 5am (Oh my god, that’s like 3 hours from now) I’m going to be on my way to the airport to get on a plane. I haven’t flown since I was 13 years old… and dispite the fact that air travel is supposedly the safest form of travel – I’m still a little scared of the whole thing. However, this phobia is nothing to the guilt I feel over leaving my kitties for 7 days. (Well, six. if you dont include the Saturday we’re leaving (today) and the Saturday we’re coming back. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Yep, Six complete days.) I have formed the Kitty Squad to handle this situation.

Gina: Morning feedings/waterings/playing..
Julie: Afternoon feedings/waterings/playing..
Alberto: Evening “hang out time.”

Yes, I actually asked Albert to stop by and just hang out with them for a while a few days. I’m that paranoid they’ll be alone and start to hate us for leaving them. Alberto’s reply: “Ok, but that… is so gay.” I think he’s right. :)

No wait, it gets worse: KITTY CAM. Yes, I set up a webcam to monitor the bedroom for movement of any kind. Hopefully, we’ll be able to catch a glimpse of them jumping on the bed or curling up for a long whittle kitty nap. I’m my god, I’m getting a lump in my throat just imagining that. It’s like Dead Poet’s Society all over again.

Anyway, hopefully the camera won’t freeze, Lydia or Plato won’t knock the cam off the desk and we can all enjoy my neurosis together. Meow.

Feeling much better

Posted on by nolageek

I am the happiest cat owner ever.

Ever.

Lydia is safe and sound, knocking loose change off my desk as I type this. Dan was able to crawl under the stairs where I couldn’t and there she was.

Plato is so happy he can’t stop kneading my leg. :) Too bad I have a splitting headache from hanging upside down for so long today, otherwise I’d play with her.

She such a schweetie!

Speaking of sweets, check out this recipe for Janet Jackson Breast Cupcakes. The chef is kinda cute too. Bonus. :P

This just in: From the above site: CNN IS COMING OVER TOMORROW TO DO A STORY ON MY JANET JACKSON BREAST CUPCAKES! THIS IS NOT A JOKE! I REPEAT, CNN IS COMING OVER TOMORROW! THE STORY WILL AIR MONDAY NIGHT!

Freaking Out

Posted on by nolageek

Poster I made for Lydia.I’m the worst cat owner ever.

Ever.

While I was trying to get my car started this morning, I left the front door open for like, two minutes as I was walking in and out to get the phone and call in late. Lydia got out. I’m beside myself with worry, since I know how scared she gets of everything. I can only imagine how scared she is, huddled in some dark corner somewhere, wondering what all this loud wind and water is. Of course, when she gets scared she doesn’t come out until whatever scared her goes away – so I can only hope she gets enough nerve to creep out near the front door so we can see her.

I know my first name is Lydia. I joke when I can't deal with what I'm feeling. Like now.I crawled around under houses this morning for about four hours and didn’t see or hear anything. I have no idea where she could be and I can’t help but feel like it’s all my fault. I saw what I thought was the Lydia Clone (a cat that we always mistake for Lydia) while I was outside in my car… now that she’s gone I’m pretty sure it was her. Where did she go? Hmmm. I’m really sad. Plato is acting all nervous.. he knows she’s not there. This is his first time away from his best friend (and possible sister) in almost a year. :(

I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if she’s outside during the storm tonight.

kitty update

Posted on by nolageek

It’s been a while since I posted anything about our cats, Plato and Lydia. Since several of my friends and family get their share of Vincent updates from here I thought I’d mention them a bit. Plus, I’m completely bored, waiting for Dan to get here so I can go home, go to Wal-Mart, buy a replacement pot for the one I bought that was too small, cook Chicken Tikka Masalla Red Beans and Rice, and get to Michael’s house for the potluck – all before 7pm.

But back to the cats.

Plato has recently started getting a nasty hotspot on the back of his neck. Hot spots are places that animals scratch and scratch and scratch and scratch, etc… usually due to some sort of allergy. I’m seriously thinking about buying a air filter or something. I think it may have something to do with how little we clean and how dusty the house can get. We’re such slobs.

Lydia is slowly becoming a cat. She’s starting to be bad, finally. It’s odd to be happy that your cat is clawing at the furniture, but it’s also much better than having her hide out under the bed 17 hours of the day. Next I’m going to get her to understand the concept of “playing.” Right now, if you throw her a toy, she’ll kind of knock it once, then stare at it as if she’s trying to figure out what she’s supposed to be doing next. Bless her furry little neurotic heart.

I can’t believe they’re both almost a year old. Time flies.