Cat(ch) Me

I have a minor goal this year of getting my cat comfortable with me picking her up.

As of right now she super hates it.

So for the past week I have been picking her up (briefly...kitty's got claws) and setting her back down right in front of some nice soft food. This is something she super loves.

The goal is to associate the picking up with the noms so she gets more accustomed to it and lets me hold her someday.

Today she has figured out my clever ploy. She ran away from me four times while I was trying to subtly hoist her from the safety of the ground.

I will be trying again. But I wish my cat was a little dumber.

Waxing Poetic

The hair on my legs prove I haven't shaved much
Fuzzy, not smooth, if you dare to touch
I feel it wave in the breeze
All the way to my knees
What will the masses think if they see such?

So pretty soon I will be going and getting them waxed. I had a wax last time. It wasn't so bad but growing back in is tortuously itchy. Like, I would give so many secrets away if put in a position to make the itching stop.

My leg hair is blonde and I use this to avoid getting them waxed. But I'm not quite certain they are as unnoticeable as I try to pretend they are. I also dread the itch.

Go, go 8 weeks' growth!

Test...Test...Test

I have taken the bold an fearless step of trying to blog from a mobile device.

Unheard of, I know. To all of those who worry about my sanity, know this:

A mobile device is nothing more than a teensy weensy computer that is prone to falling in toilets.