Sasha White

So the other day my Dad came over to bring me some of the artwork I’ve had in my parents house for years. I never felt comfortable having the nice stuff when I knew I was moving around a lot or traveling. SO my parents hung the stuff on their walls. I’ve decided I won’t be going anywhere for a while, so I figured lets set it up and make my condo look like an adult lives here.
I bought a new bedframe and mattress (OMG! I feel like I’m sleeping in a 4 Star Hotel) I also bought a new kitchen table and chairs. (I’ve had a used table for the past 5 years, with a mix matched set of chairs …I gave my old stuff to a co-worker who needed furniture)

Anyway, the point is when we walked into the kitchen, I saw Scarlet had made friends with a cat I was about to give away. CHeck it out. They get along much better than Scarlet and Mystery do.*grin*

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I woke up to a bit of a snow dump yesterday.

Which was sort of okay because I had edits to do…but as you can see, Scarlet has had enough of me working. She wanted to play.

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I Feng Shui’d my office, then got down to work. When I am constantly writing and ignoring things like email, my blog, and my life…I call it the going into the cave. My cave looks very nice and clean now, it feels all warm, cozy and almost professional. But I wanted to show you I am never alone.

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I couldn’t do it. I’m keeping Scarlet.

My Mom made me realize the main reason I was worried so much about them was that I’m going to NY for five days at the end of this month, then to Pittsburgh for 5 days next month and I’m worried about what will happen while I’m gone.

I hope to God the two of them don’t kill each other while I’m away. My friend in the building said she’d check on them every day, but I’m still worried. 5 days of the two home alone… I’m thinking there might be a lot of

Then agian, I’m praying they’ll be best friends when I get home.

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I’m debating on giving away Scarlet, who I adopted almost three months ago. (Read about it here)

I love her, she’s so beautiful, and smart and fast. She rips through the apartment and “hunts” anything that moves. She sleeps right next to my computer while I write, and curls up on my chest and purrs and butts her nose against mine while I watch TV. BUT, her and Mystery (the cat I’ve had for just over 4 years) don’t always get along.

And I’m worried that when the weather gets nicer she’s going to go real stir crazy.

See, she was a stray, and as much as my nice warm apartment and loving arms make her happy, I think a farm with 17 dogs and one other cat will make her happier. The lady who wants her is a dog lover, but her husband is a cat lover. They show the dogs and breed them, and have 60 acres, a heated barn, and lots of mice for Scarlet to hunt. They said she’ll be indoor and outdoor, and very loved. And I believe them.

As much as *I* will miss her, and want to keep her, I wonder if both she and Mystery would be happier with a new arrangement. *sigh* I adopted her because she’s had a hard life and I wanted to help her have a better one, and as much as I love her, I wonder if she’ll be happier where she can run around outside, but still come in and cuddle with people when she wants…as opposed to be stuck in my 2 bedroom apartment and never allowed outside again.

You can read more about both my girls here if you want.

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Y’know, generally speaking I like February, but I’m so fucking tired of Valentine’s Day. Not so much the day itself, but all the build up is getting to be a PITA.

It’s barely the start of the month and I’m already tired of all the crap. It’s a predjuduce day. Yep, what about all us single people, huh? We have to watch the commercials full of romance, listen to the radio ads for jewelry, delete all the emails for flowers, and drool over all the chocolates that no one is going to buy for us. Yes, I can buy some for myself, but it’s not the same. I can buy some for myself anytime, and I do. I buy myself flowers occasionally, and chocolate way too often.

The point is, Single people need love too, especially on Valentine’s Day, becasue that’s when we are hyper aware of being single … and alone… again.

And then we eat the chocolate we bought ourselves, and read a romance novel before crying ourselves to sleep.

Okay, that’s a total exageration. LOL At 38 years old, having been single for every Valentines Day I’ve had, I’m used to it so it’s more of an annoyance than anything. And it’s not about being single, it’s about the fact that it’s become such a huge commercial holiday. The being single…it does sit in the back of the mind- in the back of my mind anyway. And as per every other day, sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. So I’m not sure what I’m going to do this year to celebrate my aloneness, but I’ll let you know when I figure it out.

Cat News

As an aside, I hope my cats are feeling the love by then. I’ve had Scarlet for a month and a half now, and the first month was fine, a small bit of hissing when they met, but that was it. They seem good most of the time, but then the last two weeks, every time I turn around they are fighting. Or are they playing?

No blood yet. It usually starts with one of them walking up to the other, who is sleeping, then they start going for each others throats. A small quick scuffle with a lot of scratching, and the occasional cry, then they separate themselves. Then Scarlet chases Mystery around the house. Sometimes Mystery chases Scarlet, but it’s rare. This morning I heard a bit of growling so I went and looked, and Mystery was laying under the coffee table, with Scarlet on top of it. Scarlet would jump down and swat at Mystery before dashing away.

I’m just not sure if they’re playing, or trying to figure out who’s boss, or if they’ll never get along. If they’re playing, okay, I’ll ignore them. If they’re fighting, I need to find a new home for Scarlet.

Any ideas?

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Mystery, has been with me for about 4 years now, and she keeps me company all the time. Even when writing. (As you can see to the left here.) I’ve always been more of a Dog person, but I live in an apartment. Plus, when I agreed to watch Mystery for a friend four years ago, I didn’t know it would be forever. But I’m okay with that. Mystery and I have become friends, and I love her. She is always with me, and she just keeps me company so I don’t get lonely. Mostly.

And then recently I got sucked in adopted a new one. Scarlet.

So I was procrastinating yesterday, and found a blog post about a stressed cat that had me laughing, and reading ALL of the comments, because well, I have two cats now – and one of them is what my brother calls ‘a monster‘ because she’s so big. She’s not fat though, honestly, she is Big. As in , when I pick her up and hold her beneath her front arms to dangle her – I like to see the cat hang – her body is the length of my legs. If she stand on her back legs and tries to get my attention, she can reach my waist with her claw- paws. That would be Mystery, she’s big.

And to make her seem even bigger, there’s dainty Scarlet. Who is tough and scrappy, but also beautiful (despite missing half an ear). Scarlet is built small and fast, and she zooms all over the place, and is a maniac with chasing the feather toy and the laser printer. I figure it’s becasue she’s younger than Mystery, but also becasue she was a stray for a while.

The difference also becomes apparent when I’m cooking. Mystery doesn’t always want what I eat. She isn’t interested in the pre-cooked chicken breast meat I buy sometimes for stir-fry’s or salads, but Scarlet, she’s a garbage guts. She’ll eat anything she can get her teeth on. I figure again, left over habit from being stray. And as much as I’m feeding this cat, she’s not growing. She’s still small, dainty and fast.

Anyway. I worry about Mystery thinking I’ve replaced her, so I shower affection on her…and after reading this blog post yesterday, I’ll KEEP showering affection on her. I do not want a pissed off/ stressed Mystery Monster pee-ing on my leg. (GO read that post, you won’t regret it!)

PS: <—– This look right here is the one I get when trying to interest Mystery in playing with the feather thing. She liked it at first, but then she got smart. Same with the laser pointer. She chased it for a week, then realized she’s never gonna catch it. Now she just looks at me, watches Scarlet go nuts, and walks away.

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