Galloping Cats

For a minute there… July 15, 2008

Filed under: Going for #2 — gallopingcats @ 8:51 pm

Earlier this evening, I was totally convinced that this was going to be my month. And then the confidence faded. Now I’m just tired.

My mom asked me last weekend if I am pregnant and I said, “No, just fat.”

So can I blame Prometrium for the fat, or no? I switched this month from the Crinone suppositories for no reason in particular other than that they are what I had and I was too lazy to call for another prescription, and now I haven’t lost the 2-3 pounds I usually gain around ovulation. I’m sure it has nothing to do with having baked (and eaten) these cookies. Amazing recipe, but just for the record, I figured out that they have 8 WW points each, and that’s assuming you make smaller cookies (24 instead of the 18 they recommend). Yikes.
Meanwhile, I obsessively want an iPhone. I’m totally going to treat myself but it seems like it’s a whole process and you have to get to the store early in the morning? So maybe this weekend. But, just so you know I have my priorities straight, I already ordered the case.

(Testing next Thursday. Unless this is the month I finally have the patience to just wait it out the full 14 days? That would be Saturday.)

I just re-read this and it sounds like I am high. I should delete since I’ve basically said nothing, but I’m hungry for a little interaction so say hi in the comments if you feel like it.

 

I’m very fine! July 12, 2008

Filed under: Gatito — gallopingcats @ 3:38 am

Last Sunday, Gatito started limping, telling us his foot hurt. It went on all afternoon and evening, and he never forgot about it, walking on the outside of his foot.

The next morning, I waited to see what would happen when he got out of bed. He was still walking on the outside of the same foot, but when I asked, he said it did not hurt. Then he limped down the hallway and I decided it was time to take Gimpy to the ped.

As soon as the nurse took us back to an exam room, he announced loudly, “Nothing hurts me!” When the doctor came in, Gatito told him, “Nothing hurts me! I’m very fine!”

The doctor poked and prodded and pushed and pulled all parts of both of Gatito’s legs and feet and told me, “He’s right! Nothing hurts him!” He did witness the limping so he knew I wasn’t insane, but he had no explanation and sent us on our way, telling me to come back if it wasn’t better in a few days. By afternoon, the kid was walking totally normally. The whole thing was so much like this experience with the cat, it’s not even funny.

We’d been at my mom’s the day before when he was limping around, and she asked me to call her and let her know what the doctor had said. She was relieved to hear everything was fine.

“When something like that happens, you always think of J,” she said.
(J is my sister’s husband, who lost a foot to bone cancer at the age of five.)
“Uh, no I didn’t,” I told her. “I thought he might have a splinter.”
Pause.
“Oh. Well, you will now,” she laughed nervously.

Good grief.

 

At the grocery store July 10, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — gallopingcats @ 7:47 pm

Stopped off with Gatito to pick up a few things this evening. The woman in front of me eyed my package of Popsicles and said, “Those are really terrible for him. You shouldn’t feed him that stuff.”

I stared, stunned.

“All those chemicals,” she continued. “The diet stuff is terrible. Better to have real sugar.”
“These aren’t diet,” I told her.
“Yes, they are,” she insisted.
“No, they’re not.”
“They say ‘free’ on the package,” she pressed.
“Yes. Free prizes,” I said, showing her. “But I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”
“Oh,” she says. “Well I’m just a nosy busybody.”
By then she was done and I was handing over my reusable bags to the checker. As she left, I shouted after her, “Your plastic bags are destroying the planet!”
Her only response was to duck her head and walk a little faster.
Asshole.

***

Speaking of assholes…. In the parking lot a few minutes later, I saw a woman leave her car with a toddler in her car seat and a man that I seriously thought was dead in the front seat, Weekend at Bernie’s style. The engine was running, presumably for the air conditioning but hello? Child in back seat, passed out man in front, keys in the ignition?! Tell me that’s not a recipe for a Lifetime original movie.

After a couple of minutes, the child began to playfully kick the man’s head, big smile on her face. Totally normal two-year-old behavior, in my opinion. Is she just supposed to sit in the back seat of a car with no music, no one to talk to, no toys, no books? I mean, she’s not a plant. The man roused himself and started yelling at her. The girl began to cry and seconds later, the man was again passed out in the original position. It was such a bizarre and sad scene.

 

Gatito likes it, too July 4, 2008

Filed under: Galloping Cats — gallopingcats @ 7:25 pm

But these guys seem to be getting more use out of it. Every time I turn around, one or both of them i stretched out or curled up or cleaning himself on the bed. And blog pseudonym aside, Gatito is not exactly the cats’ biggest fan.

Side note: Have you ever noticed how hard it is to photograph a black cat? He has no definition!

 

One third July 3, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — gallopingcats @ 7:00 am

Eleven years ago today, my plans for the evening fell through. Coincidentally, so did the plans of a cute guy who worked an aisle or two away at my first job and who had been saying, “Hi Cat!” every time he passed me (which was often, since my desk was in the middle of the hallway) since I had started two weeks before.

What are you doing tonight? he asked.
I don’t know. What are you doing? I asked back.
I don’t know. What are you doing? he asked again.

So I took a deep breath and said, Do you want to get a drink?

We stopped off at his apartment on the way and he went into his closet to change his shirt. Peeking through the crack, I was astounded to see how white his chest was. Taking another deep breath, I decided I could get used to it.

Drinks at the Time Cafe on 7th Ave. (which is no longer there) turned merged into dinner at a sushi restaurant on Hudson Street (also no longer there) and then a movie. The next day, we both had pre-arranged dates with other people, but by evening, we were back together. The rest, as they say, is history.

One third of my life and counting.