My poor baby...

My poor baby Ripley is sick...again. Last time around it cost us $500.00! I know, you non-pet-lovers, and maybe even some of you who do love pets can't believe it, but hey, in my book, you make a commitment to adopt an animal, you give them everything they need, including expensive medical care. He's currently laying on the bed, with a big skin pouch where they gave him liquids. It hangs by his elbow like flab. Anyway, Ripley is one of the twins, or "the crackers." His crazy ass sister, Alexandra (named after Alexandra Ripley, who wrote Scarlett, the sequel to Gone with the Wind) or Lexi for short, licks herself bald and has to wear tiny dog t-shirts and occasionally, a cone. I am not a vet, but am convinced that it is their lack of pigmentation that weakens their immune system and/or makes them crazy. Oh well, I love them in spite of or maybe because of their craziness.

Yesterday, I spent the whole day with my sis, Autumn and my nephew, Dylan. I was working on my dear friend Emily's birthday present, which I so shamefully forgot. I would tell you what it is, but I can't. What if Emily reads this before I see her the next time, and then her very late birthday present is no longer a surprise? Well, Emily if you do read this, I am so very sorry.

Losing my blog virginity...

Well, I decided to take the plunge. Blogging... I have avoided it for a long time, thinking "what do I possibly have to say that people would want to read?" Then I realized that it is not at all about what other people want to read but rather, about what I want to say.

So, we'll see how long I keep up with it. I am known for starting projects and not finishing them. Just ask Cesar and he will tell you all about the cat tree I bought all the wood and carpet to make and sat in the garage until my dad used it for something... a year later.

I do have lots to say. My mind goes 800,000 different directions in a single day and I thought it might be kind of fun to share some of the craziness out loud, err in type.


So, as I sit here with what I consider my perfect cat McGuire,

I still wonder what I will blog about. I guess this is a good start. Well, wish me luck.