What I’m up to:
– A few days ago I warmed up some wet cat food and let Squirrelly have at it. He dug in with gusto (literally — he jumped inside the bowl as he was eating) and I haven’t had to give him a bottle since. This is going to disappoint some friends who love to bottle feed him when they come over (sorry, Stefanie), but I’m glad this transition went so well. The vet warned me it can be really tough to wean a bottle-fed cat. I worried I’d have to find some sort of modified KLW (kitten-led weaning) method that only hardcore attachment cat mamas use.I was imaging whipping up some disgusting combinations of formula and sustainably-hunted lizards in my Beba.
– (As an aside, we actually did hardcore baby-led weaning with Isobel, so I never even used my Beba. Although Isobel grew into an adventurous eater I just can’t set down a plate of food in front of her. She has to specifically request a food or else there’s a good chance she won’t eat it. I’m jealous of all the moms who can put a plate of food down in front of their kid and they will just tuck in.)
– I need to post photos of some of Isobel’s artwork sometime. She will work on on piece of paper for days, adding layer and layer of pink and and paint and chalk and stickers. It’s pretty impressive. They have weight to them. I need to buy more magnets because each paper usually needs a few to stay up on the fridge.
– Anthony is doing really well, and I want to thank you all for your messages of support and concern. I have to say that he is handling his recovery like champ. A capsular reconstruction shift is supposed to be one of the most painful orthopedic surgeries to endure according to the OR nurses and staff. He never complains, ever. He’ll complain and get cranky if he gets a cold, or a headache, or stomach upset, but he has not complained even once since this started. It’s only been two weeks, but man, it feels like longer. I’ve really been enjoying having him home. I’m sorry it’s because he’s recovering from surgery, but we’re making the best of it and enjoying watching movies and playing video games together.
– Amanda emailed me and ask if I’d do a series on thrifty date ideas. I’d love to, and I’m having lots of ideas. When I asked Anthony for his thoughts on this he said, “Have sex! But wear a condom. Otherwise it could be a really expensive date.” My ideas are going to assume you’ve already figured out how to have sex and are looking for ideas of things to do with your clothes on.
– If you have a topic you’d like some thrifty ideas for, feel free to email me! Most things have thrifty applications though I wouldn’t recommend that philosophy while shopping for a tattoo or preparing for space travel. Certain things are worth the money.
– I’ve been working on revamping my daily schedule since posting about it last week and I’m full of homemaking pride with how it turned out. In addition to making it a practical list of what I need to focus on and accomplish each day, I also managed to make it look beautiful, which I never bothered with before. I’m going to hang it on my fridge with pride.
Little Big Links:
The Breath of a Wok: Unlocking the Spirit of Chinese Wok Cooking Through Recipes and Lore. I kind of wish my book club would read this next. I hope the library has it.
Science proves that all sports are dumb except for long-distance running. A funny, fascinating look about how evolution made us great at only one sport. (PS I can’t even do that one.)
- There’s something about a grown-ass man bottle feeding a kitten.
- I have seen the future, and there are Popsicles. (Rite Aid has these for a dollar).
- WASH MEEEEEEEE.
- The best part about this photo is the bucket of knives.
- The only pearl-white poppy in my garden. Magical.
- Couch gremlin. This is his favorite spot of all time.
- Happy Saturday! From my head.
- Coffee break. I have a whole set of these dishes from my Nana.
- We let Squirrelly explore the outdoors and this happened.
How did your cats get their names?
I know it’s hard to believe but when we first brought Zorro home he was a tiny, silky bit of fluff with a disproportionately large orange tail. He looked more like a fox than a kitten, so that’s what we named him. “Zorro” is the Spanish word for fox. Clever, huh? My Mom actually thought of that one, and she called me up at work to suggest it to me. His other nicknames are Firefox, Zero, and Zippo.
As soon as I saw Poppy with her tawny coloring and stripes of orange I knew she was a Poppy. This was before we even brought her home. I think Anthony came up with Jupiter’s name but I’m really not sure. One of us tossed it out there and since he has a large, marbled swirl on either side of him, it fit. Their nicknames include Poopiter, Jupe, Jupey, Poopie (for both cats, actually), Poppers, Pop Pop, Pop-N-Fresh, Popperdoodle, Poppyseed, the Poppinator, Poopers, and Spazzface.
Squirrelly got his name because when Anthony brought him home Isobel shouted A SQUIRREL! A SQUIRREL! IT’S A BABY SQUIRREL! Each time we tried to explain he was a kitten she corrected us, and squirrel quickly transformed to Squirrelly. He doesn’t really have any nickname besides Squeakers, though Isobel likes to call him, Baby Brudder.
Do you have a question for me? I’d love to answer it! You can leave your question in the comments, @-reply me on twitter, email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org or send me a messenger pigeon. Don’t actually do the last one, though. My cat will eat it.