Four day weekends.

Paprika’s face clearly depicts my feelings for today. There were so many more naps to be had. Happy Tuesday, world!

Magnifico. And other things inspired by Queen.

This is about to become a post about cats. In all actuality it is a post about cats-not the musical. I have been a cat person most of my life. There have been a few dogs in life (both literally and metaphorically) but for the most part I have remained a loyal cat person.

So as I approach my mid thirties, and my biological clock starts ticking like its overtime during nba finals, I now begin to want to take care of things, nurture things, make things my own. Here enters Magnifco.

A week ago I spotted Magnifico attacking some garbage bags full of food that I had left on the porch. These bags were filled with  food that was in the fridge the night electricity was out.  I noticed right away that she seemed quite too skinny for her tall lanky body.  After pleading my case for the billionth time that day, Matthew caved and okay’d me to feed her.

Fast forward to yesterday. I have some how managed in the span of a week to turn our home into the Heaviside lair. Last night a cat climbed up our door and was dangling from the window. Another tried to run inside as soon as I opened the door. Then there is the orange cat that pretends to be cute and adorable but I am pretty sure is out to get the other cats.

The problem is that we already have two feisty yet pansy ass indoor cats. Seriously, our indoor cats are all talk. Matthew and I are certain that they are plotting our death, but they would never last in the great outdoors. The weather alone is enough to send them running inside.  Now to make things worse we have pack of streets cats calling our porch home.

The end result. I have had to cut down how often I feed Magnifico. And I have to stand there and watch her eat to ensure that the others cats do not attack her. Seriously, there are like four freaking Macavity’s on our porch.   So I’ve concluded two things:

1. Magnifico is a pushover, much like my other cats.  (This used to be a prerequisite for any man I ever dated.  Thank God, I married a man.)

2.   We need to have kids.

in the mean time, we are preparing to adopt a dog. Bruce shall be his name.