Tag Archive: Pets

From the upper west side

This weekend I am on the upper west side cat sitting. That is why I am blogging from a Mac instead of my laptop and having loads of problems. My friend (the cat’s mom) says the laptop is flakey. I think she is just being kind and it is me that is flakey. Anyway, since I can’t figure out how to get my pictures here from my phone, if you want to see the little lovelies, their blog is: Living the life of Reilly and Ryan.

Friday was my first night here, I came right from work and of course had trouble with the door. We can add that to the list of things that give me fits. Mac computers and deadbolts. Then Ryan hissed at me. No idea why, since he loves my toes, if he hisses at me they get hidden. I also told him I would drink all the beer if he continued. He soon realized I was in control of the food. I’m also cleaning your litter box Kitten Cat! I played with him for a while and I think that now, the last day I’m here, he is finally accepting me.

Both the cats like Doritos corn chips. No I was not feeding them chips! Well not intentionally. I keep trying to double space, thinking that will put a period in here.

Yesterday I had errands to run, I had to go home to get something I forgot, then I had to do some shopping. I started to worry that maybe I hadn’t fed the cats enough. After all they had gobbled up the canned food and started on the dry before I left. When I got home, there was still dry in the bowl. That is my reasoning, if there is still food, they have had enough, because if they were starving they would have eaten it all right? Then I proceeded to scare Ryan by pouring dry food in the bowl while he was eating the canned food. He ran off, and his sister promptly started eating his food. Ah siblings.

In my next post I’ll be going back in time to talk about New Year’s Eve.


Babysitting upstate

Not really babysitting since the girl is 25, she had surgery on her sinuses on Monday and so needs someone here to make sure she is o.k. I also helped her with her sinus rinse since I am somewhat of a pro at them. After she did it, her exact words: “Oh my goodness! My nose feels so good!” She is not allowed to actually blow her nose so all the blood and other gunk just sits there. The sinus rinse clears it out as well as moisturizes her mucus membranes. I can imagine it is a wonderful feeling to get all that out of there.

For a while we weren’t able to get online. I thought my old laptop, which is now hers, had the connection to the router here saved, apparently the password has been changed. Then the hotspot on my phone wouldn’t work and I couldn’t connect through her phone’s hotspot. I sent a couple of angry texts to the boy. I always blame him for everything. Now we are online through the router instead of my phone. I just reset it and we were connected and eating up my data, for some reason the hotspot want to use cellular data not the house wifi, yes my phone and iPad were working through the wifi even though I couldn’t connect through my laptop.

After all that, I couldn’t remember what I wanted to write here. It was brilliant though.

The young male cat here has been avoiding me since I got here. For some reason he is afraid of me.

I was banished to the basement, the girl was sleeping where I normally sleep when I come and so I had to sleep in her room. My biggest complaint about sleeping in her room is the mad parrot in her room that hates me. It’s not personal she hates everyone except the girl.

And that is the end of today’s updates. Talk to you soon.


Last night I tried some expensive eye cream, the rash is spectacular isn’t it?


Sunday is the only day cars can park in front of my building.


This is the reigning queen. She gave me one chance to take her picture.


Beer gets siphoned into this bucket, then it is put into the bottles.


With a spigot, unfortunately this one was leaking, I think a part was missing? Not sure but we coped.


This is the priming sugar mixture before boiling. After boiling it is put in the bucket before the beer is put in.


Sanitizing bottles.


And here they are, ready to be filled.


This is a wort chiller. When we brewed we had to put the beer in an ice bath, now Rose uses this, which she says in super duper fantastic and so much easier.


This is the carboy with the brown ale in it, originally “Caribou Slobber”, I dubbed it “Bronze Medal Brown Ale” 😉


This is the siphon to transfer the beer to the bucket, there is tubing that is attached to this.


If your tubing comes out of the bucket you end up standing in beer which leads to a condition known as ‘beer feet’. I wonder if this ever happened to Sam Adams.


Bottles are filled,


Caps are sanitized,


And this nifty tool squeezes the caps onto the bottles.


We have beer!


I had to carry mine up these stairs


And here they are, my sixteen bottles safe and sound. Ready for consumption in 2 weeks.


Just a quick post to remember the day, it was sudden and I was here, he was there so I didn’t get to say good-bye, something that matters only to me.

My weekend

The old man, he wants my ice cream! I was trying to fend him off with my iPhone.
My hockey jersey, now covered with cat hair. But I washed it so it is clean cat hair.

This is Jack with his sweater I knitted for him. I never knit for other people. I don’t like animals. **whistles**

Isn’t he the cutest thing!

Enormous black cat

Last night there was an enormous black cat in my bathroom. She growled at me while I was getting ready for bed. She scared me.

Stitch had this friend Bane. It was too hot for him to stay in his apartment so Stitch brought him here, of course he brought his cat Jaden with him. From the way Stitch talked about her, I thought Jaden was a small cat, when Bane opened the case and this black behemoth jumped out, bigger them both our cats put together I was surprised. She ran down the stairs and went into my bathroom, apparently she decided that is her new home since she hissed at everyone who came in there.

Big hulking scary cat.

Today was my Wednesday off so I made plans to go out with Christine. I woke up with a wicked sore throat. Couldn’t swallow without pain. It was pretty annoying considering I woke up in time. Thinking that maybe if I got up and started moving about I would feel better, cause sometimes that does happen, I got up and made eggs for breakfast. I sprinkled some of my very hot red pepper flakes on them. Red pepper is good for sore throat. It didn’t help, the longer I stayed up the worse I felt so I ended up going back to bed.

Of course in this house you can only stay in bed if you have the plague or are dying, or is that, ‘dying of the plague’? Eventually I had to get up. Em wanted lunch and Gwen wanted to go up to apply for a job at the mall. I also wanted to try for Yankee tickets. After getting home the mail came and my findings arrived, so now my Yankee earrings have lever-back ear wires instead of posts. One more thing ready for opening day, just have to get tickets.

My hair appointment had been changed from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. since my stylist had to go to a funeral. After my appointment I was supposed to pick up Nick. Of course first the stylist was late, then it took forever to do my hair. When I tweeted ‘Why does it take so long to do my hair?’ Em tweeted back, ‘Do you know how much hair you have?’ This much, this is how much hair I have, but it does look good doesn’t it?

Finally she was done and I left without getting it dried. Picked up Nick and some other kids, took them all home and then we got home. I was so happy to be home, but the day wasn’t over yet. As I was coming up on the deck I heard a commotion inside, Butterscotch was running back and forth on the windowsill, and I was wondering what was wrong with our cat? Then I realized it wasn’t our cat. It was one of the feral cats from the neighborhood (yes one of those cats I hate, unreasonable I know), that had somehow gotten inside. Abigail was locked upstairs, Butterscotch put in the basement, and while I stood in the cold with my sore throat and wet hair holding the door open so they could chase this demented feline out, it ran the opposite way into the living room, up on the windowsill behind the computer desk and almost took out our router.

Stitch manged to catch it and put it outside, where it rocketed away from the deck. It is not the cat’s fault it is stray and wild, but if that cat ever gets in our house again, it is getting the business end of my boot.

The rest of the evening our two cats were eying each other, perhaps to make sure we hadn’t replaced one of them? Abigail kept sniffing the windowsill, after all that is her perch to watch the world go by. And an impostor had been on it.

>This Week

>Started out with a blizzard.

By the time the snow stopped falling we were left with this. We were in Newburgh for our assembly. They sent us home an hour early. Driving home across the bridge there was not a lot of snow falling, but the visibility was very bad. Monday morning Stitch sent me a text saying the car was buried and we weren’t going anywhere. So I went back to bed.

The next day I went to work. The train was extremely crowded and every time it stopped, it took about 5 minutes to start up. Or at least that what it seemed like. It took me two hours to get to Grand Central Terminal. So even though I was on the early train, I was still late to work. This is the turnstile coming out of the Vernon and Jackson subway station. This is two flights down from the door to the outside. Someone looked at it and saw an MTA fail, I was thinking it showed how hard the wind was blowing in the city. You can understand why snow kept blowing over the tracks.

These are the stairs, not the stairs that lead to the outside, this is the bottom flight of stairs, and they are at a right angle to the stairs that come down from the street. That was some snow we got.

MetroNorth was running a Saturday schedule, I got to GCT with about 20 minutes before the train and was wondering if I should get a snack and a drink, but decided I would go straight to the train. That turned out to be the best thing I could have done. I got a seat next to the wall with a man. As I watched I noticed the 3 seater were filling up, with 3 people in almost every seat. Then in the center area where the doors are, people were standing. It was so crowded, I couldn’t believe it. From what Bob said, the LIRR was worse, I heard “train from HELL” more then once.

Wednesday I was off work, but that wasn’t the end of the drama, Tuesday night Butterscotch’s ear started bleeding, like it had before, but this time the kids couldn’t get it to stop. So Em asked me if I would loan her the money to take him to the vet. The boys stayed up all night trying to keep the blood splatters down. In the morning it was Sarah and my turn. Sarah got tired of holding him and wondered if we could put him in the box, we didn’t have a cat carrier so we had to use a box. That was easier, but someone had to sit there and keep him in it. So yes there is a cat in the box.

Here is our kitty, who tried to bite and scratch the vet, so they put him under to examine him. $192 dollars later we found out he was fine. Just needs drops in his ears so they don’t get dry and itchy. Have you ever watched a cat coming out of anesthesia? It is so funny. He fell down the stairs and Tigger ran down to check him and the cat was looking at him like, “Dude, I’m fine, what’s your problem?”

So the cat was taken care of. I had to get prescriptions filled to the tune of $120 and the sidewalk is still not shoveled.

>I lead such an exciting life.

>Earlier today I was watching the cat eat. I know you are just wondering how I manage to handle such excitement. But I learned something, I now know why the cat food is all over the floor. He takes a piece of cat food out of the bowl, then he jerks his head back, I’m guessing to throw the piece of food farther into his mouth, then he eats it. My thought is sometime while he is doing this elaborate ritual to eat his food, he must drop some pieces on the floor. Of course once it falls on the floor, he can’t eat it.

This annoys me, we are talking about an animal that drinks out of the toilet! Or he would if I didn’t keep the lid down, which I do because I was tired of cleaning dirty paw prints off the seat. He licks his butt, along with the rest of his body, he sleeps on his litterbox, and he won’t eat food off the floor? Isn’t that just like a man?

He was sleeping on the side of the shoe box, not on the big flat top, on the side.