Sometimes I just like to share my random thoughts. You’re welcome.
Jupiter had his Very Special Surgery, The One That Will Ensure He Sings In A High Voice Forever, yesterday. He came back from the vet and if I didn’t know better I’d have no idea that six hours prior he had gone under the knife. Really, cat? What does it take to calm you down? Horse tranquilizers? Because I’ll buy you horse tranquilizers. Shit. He was running around and eating food and playing with baby… he’s a bit more calm today but I’ve never seen a cat bounce back from surgery so quickly. Poppy’s next up for the Special Surgery. Here’s hoping we don’t have to get her a cone.
Speaking of the kittens, Anthony and I are pretty sure that if we died in the home Poppy and Jupiter would wait like a half hour, TOPS, before they started snacking on us. They are wild, crazy, and although not actually feral, it’s like they have some Krazy Kountry Kat gene that gives them a bonus points to survival. I’m pretty sure if they’d have an alignment it would be Chaotic Neutral.
Anthony and I think Poppy and Jupiter are about the same in terms of intelligence. They rank below Zorro, who is actually fairly smart. Although Peaches was not known for his brains, but he had idiot-savant-like gifts in certain areas that made him quite ingenious at times. Hands down, Tinkerbell was just a genius. We used to joke that she was a member of Mensa. I swear we’d have conversations sometimes. It’s all worth it, though, because the kittens are 100% willing to snuggle with Zorro and each other. Totally makes up for the lack of brains.
I love me some Top Chef and I’m so happy it’s returned. I was watching reruns the other day on Bravo and saw the episode that featured Padma and Nigella. Two of my biggest girl crushes at once! I kept looking at them and trying to decide who’s prettier. Anthony thinks Nigella and I’d have to agree. (I have three main girl crushes, but I can’t remember the third one right now. Oh, well! My heart belongs truly to Nigella I guess.) I promised Shanti I’d not reveal any season spoilers since she lives in NZ and watches the show on a delay, but I accidentally let it leak that Angelo said he had crabs, which I thought was hilarious. He may be cocky as fuck, but at least he can make fun of himself. My friend Ryan regularly rubs elbows with Top Chef contestants from this season as well as seasons past and I read his twitter feed with envy as he tweets about eating their food. We both decided that Top Chef can never go off the air and I’d pay good money for either a vampire or a zombie to bite Padma and all the judges so they can film the show forever from an undead state.
Do not think I have forgotten you, Adriana! As Winner of the Green Dress, Adriana shall not only receive the dress (I promise) but she will also receive some other Fabulous Prizes that I am gathering together as we speak. I shall mail it off soon. I promise. I wanted to add a present for her son, Wolfie, and some fresh rosemary that I picked from the garden. I’ve also been in the process of cleaning out my closet and wanted to add a bonus item or two. I was going to have to spend the extra money to fit the dress into a medium-sized flat rate box, and I wanted to make it worth her while. I also sold my gold candelabra, so I’m going to the post office tomorrow to mail that off anyway.
Isobel about has a seizure every time the trailer for the new Cats and Dogs movie comes on. She starts shouting “Chucho!” (which means puppy) and “Kitty!” Then she starts barking and meowing. She could just stare at those talking animals all day. Anthony further became my soul mate when he said to me, “I never liked those movies as a kid. They always made the cat the bad guy.” TRUE. Those movies are always made by some dumbass who doesn’t understand cats. Isobel’s too young to understand our political intrigue, though. She just likes staring at the animals.