Potty Training

As you are all aware, I have two cats. Muffin & Hallie are pretty good cats. Aside from Muffin's moodiness & past depression, and Hallie's asthma, I really don't have any problems with them. At least I didn't think there were any other problems.

Last week in the middle of the night I heard this banging noise. It was loud enough to wake me up out of a sound sleep. It sounded like someone was hitting a hammer on my wall. I stood up and was about to go check on what the noise was in the living room, but then I heard a familiar scratching noise. Hallie must've been in the litter box. Muffin was sleeping on the end of my bed, so I knew it wasn't her. Hallie must've been trying really hard to cover up her shit 'cause she was crazy loud, but it stopped and I fell back asleep.

This morning I woke up to the same scenario. I got up, went into the living room, and found Hallie banging on a JCrew box. She was sitting inside banging on the flaps and scratching the bottom of it. It sounded exactly like the noise I heard last week. It was crazy that such a loud noise could come from a cat and a box. So, Hallie hung out in there for a while longer and then fell asleep in a corner somewhere. That JCrew box has been around for several months. I was gonna throw it out a while back, but Peter said I shouldn't 'cause the girls love it so much. So, I've just left it in a corner and they go in it occasionally and bat around the tissue paper that's still in it.

Well, as I was vacuuming today I had to move the box and noticed a wet spot in it! Upon further examination there seemed to be several old wet spots that have dried. Yep, that's right, Hallie's been peeing in the box! I don't know how long this has been going on, but I'm pretty pissed about it (no pun intended)! How has this gone on without my noticing?! Does my apartment smell like cat urine and I'm unaware?! Needless to say, the JCrew box is in the dumpster!

So, now I've got my eye on Hallie. She definitely uses her litter box, but does she go pee anywhere else?! Is she marking her territory?! Now I'm paranoid!

Oh, and here's a random picture of Hallie sleeping, just because I think it's the funniest, most ridiculous pose ever!!!

Didn't See This One Coming

I've been neglecting my blog- what else is new?!

I've had some stories that I keep wanting to tell. For example, I went mountain biking, flipped over and had a near death experience where I was almost impaled! Unfortunately you will probably never hear that story because I got engaged this weekend and I'm pretty sure no other life event I've had in recent years could surpass that!!!

So, I got engaged Saturday afternoon. Never in my life have I've been so surprised by anything- EVER! Maybe I'm slow or something. Lots of people had been asking me recently if I thought Peter would propose sometime soon. To them I responded, "Get the hell outta here!" and laughed. That's exactly how I felt. I was fine with that. I accepted it. If Peter asked me sometime in the next 2 years I would've been fine with it. Well, dummy me apparently lives in her own little world.

Apparently Peter had be researching diamonds, rings & jewelers for months now. Who woulda thought?! I had a 4 day weekend last week and we were expecting we would go on a short vacation. He figured he'd ask me then. We wound up staying in Rochester & doing random stuff (mini golf, zoo, grilling, etc.).

Saturday afternoon he came over to my place. We were going to go to Wegmans to pick up some stuff for dinner. I made a list & was all ready to go. Peter was playing with Muffin in the living room. I'm like, "Are you ready to go?" He responded with something like, "Do we have to go now?" Which I responded with, "What the hell else are we gonna do?!"

Apparently he knew exactly what else we could do...

So, he told me he had something to ask me. I probably responded with a snotty & impatient, "WHAT?!" He walked over to me, told me he loved me, & wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. (This is where it starts to get fuzzy.) He pulls a ring box out of his pocket, gets down on one knee and asks me to marry him. I was pretty surprised I didn't have a heart attack at this point. I remember saying, "yes" and then repeatedly saying, "Honey, this is crazy!" over and over. I remember kissing him and then hugging him and finding it hard to let go.

The rest of the weekend I was in a fog. I drove us to the store after the proposal, and it's a wonder I didn't get into an accident. I forgot my grocery list. I kept dropping my keys. I'm pretty sure I walked into several walls & people. The fog has lifted a bit since then, but I'm still far from acting normal.

So, now I'm on some engagement high. I'm happier than I think I've ever been. Each day I get even more happy as it continues to settle in.