Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Cat Lady

The other night my husband and I were watching a show that proves reality television is doing everything it can to rip the privacy curtain from the underbelly of humanity. Hoarders.

This particular episode features an elderly couple, Shirley and Jake, who say they are unable to turn away a stray cat. "I have twenty to twenty-five animals," Shirley announces. The camera exposes cats darting in and out of what must be an elaborate tunnel system through boxes and garbage piled so high you can't see the opposite wall of the room. Gearing up with gloves and face masks and nets, the brave members of animal control set forth to capture the animals, some of which turn out to be feral. Ten...twenty...thirty...fifty...the number of live cats skyrockets.

There's also another number involved in the situation, something like eighty plus...and that's how many rotting cat corpses and fossilized feline skeletons were unearthed. I hope Shirley and Jake threw at least one Halloween party before their house was cleaned up.

Watching this episode reminded me of our own neighborhood cat lady, who's like the math nerd goody-two-shoes of cat ladies compared to Shirley. Our cat lady runs a nonprofit that rescues kittens and finds them new homes, so her house is filled with cats (or I considered it to be, before watching Hoarders). In a moment of what I would later blame on insanity, I once adopted two kittens from her - only to return them two years later after having a baby and finding myself unable to cope with fur and litter on no sleep.

I don't think I have what it takes to be a cat lady.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Storing lint for the winter

My nine-month-old son covets lint and fuzz balls like a little mouse collecting seeds. He's always got a little something in his cheek.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

How to make me giggle

Remake a cheesy horror movie with one of the most delightfully cheese-o-rific names that a delightfully horrible horror movie could offer: The Crazies. With a plot line that includes the mysterious poisoning of a town's water supply that results in the residents going...wait for it...CRAZY, and with an accompanying song like Gary Jules' 'Mad World' ("All around me are familiar faces ... no expression, no expression ...") this movie is a shining example of how you can summarize a story right in the title.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

This is not a mom blog...right?

I mean, I'm a mom and everything, and I write, and technically I'm starting a blog, so your mom-blog-warning radar - if you have such a thing - might be flashing. But there's a crucial difference between your general mommy blog and what I might write about: a point. Specifically, I don't have one yet. I'm just tired of wondering whether or not I should start a blog.

These days I stay home with my almost-nine-month old son and write the occasional freelance article, so I really don't have any excuse not to be working on something. But, I've also been sleeping mostly in two or three-hour increments since my beautiful, hungry and wakeful son was born. So instead of leaping into a huge, meaningful writing project that would demand energy and sharp cognitive abilities that have been sanded from my brain like so much feeble wood, I'll do this. By refusing to commit to any one theme or purpose, I can sort of experiment along the way.