I just caught Pippin chewing on my toothbrush. And now I’m wondering just how long that has been going on for. I guess when you lick your own butt, it’s nice to brush up a bit now and then.
Of course, now I need a new toothbrush…but Pippin will probably just chew on that one too.
I’m a horrible blog mother. I realized recently that November marked the one year anniversary of The Evolution of Me and I completely missed it (much in the same way that I missed my 100th post, my 30,000th visitor, etc…). That’s right: I’m out of diapers and well on my way to teenage angst, first loves, and sneaking out of the house to make out with my boyfriend in his car. It’s been quite a year, and it really hit me last night as I was watching the ball drop with my family (my mother and I both more than a little tipsy on the box wine) that a lot has gone down in the past 12 months! To say that I’ve learned a lot this past year would be a gross understatement.
So seeing as how it’s New Years day, I thought I would jump on the bandwagon and use the old blog to reflect back on everything 2008 had to teach me:
So to those of you who have stuck it out from the beginning–you know who you are: Kristiane, Will, Sco, Dead Charming–thanks for joining me on the ride. I hope it hasn’t made you barf.
Here’s to another year!!
After the events of this past weekend, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if PETA were to come knocking on my door…I’m sure if Pippin had his way, they’d be here already. You remember Pippin, my orange Persian who just so happens to be the coolest cat in the world? Well, he’s still cool…but in a completely different sense of the word.
As temperatures soared well into the 80s this past weekend, temps in the condo got a little uncomfortable as well, despite the fact that we really don’t get any direct sun during the day. With no airconditioning, it’s all we can do to keep the air circulating with fans and cross breezes–and even then, it zaps the life out of you. Clothes come off (oh stop it, sickos), popsicles get eaten by the dozens, and life’s pace creeps to a slow c-r-a-w-l. So imagine what it might be like for poor Pippin, covered in all that fur:
Needless to say, I needed to take steps to make things a little more comfortable for Pip, so we went for a little car ride. Normally a big fan of rides in the car, if he had known what fate awaited him at the end of this particular trip, I’m sure Pip would not have been so eager to tag along. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves (roll over the pics to read the captions):
So yes, Pippin got his first haircut…and it was quite an ordeal. The first ten minutes were ok, as he was caught quite off guard and didn’t really know what was happening or what he could do about it. But once he figured out what was going on, he was PISSED! Hissing and growling and thrashing about, it got harder and harder to keep him still so we could make his new ‘do’ even. But in the end, we prevailed…a MOUND of orange fur littered the floor, and Pippin wouldn’t look at me.
So what does he look like now? Well, skinny and wrinkly with a LOT of loose skin…kinda like a lion. See for yourself:
I AM a good mother….
Oh, and a BIG shout out goes to Co-Worker’s Roomie…a vet tech with clippers (and Pippin’s new Nemesis).
Due to the bizarre happenings at the Bothell Condo last night, I thought this was as good a time as any to introduce Pippin, Warrior Cat:
Pippin is a pure bred male Persian, aproximately 6 years old. He’s King of the Condo, Mr. Fuzzy Butt, a lover and a fighter, and on his worst day he gives Battle Cat a run for his money. (Ok, truthfully, on his BEST day he pretty much lays around the condo soaking up all the love the three of us can bestow on him.)
He is probably the coolest cat I’ve ever known…cat haters everywhere will convert within the first few minutes of meeting Pip. He’s mostly mellow, sometimes a little feisty, but last night he went completely nuts! Pippin, Warrior Cat became Pippin, Psycho Cat. Let me set the scene (oh, and I have schematics!!!)….
Last night, one of the roomies and I were downstairs soaking up the warmth of the fireplace, eating dinner and watching season one of Arrested Development on DVD. We were chillin’: Roomie was studying for finals, the Bunny was hopping around, and Pippin was lounging on the coffee table atop one of the throw pillows from the couch. Suddenly, from off in the distance, the low pulsing sounds of a helicopter was heard. Pippin (being a warrior cat—duh) perked up, eyes wide, ears pricked to the sound of the chopper blades growing closer.
Next thing you know, he has pounced, aimed at the back of the couch where Roomie sits (from which he will launch himself towards the mysterious sound). But, alas…the cushion he was formerly snoozing on, is caught in his back claw!! Being agile, he redirects mid-air…OFF OF ROOMIE’S HEAD!
Zooming towards the coffee table, killer attack pillow on his heels (literally), Pippin the now-Psycho Cat again redirects mid-air, this time off the laptop, which sends it crashing to the floor. Roomie is ducking and screaming, and I’m jumping out of the way as Pip lands on the floor next to me. Immediately, he jumps again to get away from his attacker (the docile pillow innocently along for the ride).
Zooming through the air once again, Pip realizes that although he has lost the pillow, he is now headed straight towards his arch enemy, Bunny!! (Laying in wait near the wall, Bunny is sweetly munching her lettuce, completely oblivious to the chaos reigning around her). Taking immediate action to avoid Bunny (again, being very agile…but this time, not so smart), he overshoots his landing, smacking into the wall!! He ricochets onto the carpet, just past Bunny but well out of range of the attack pillow, and slinks away to the other side of the couch.
Roomie and I look at eachother: “WTF??????” The ruckus was so loud (and our laughs so riotous) that Other Roomie came all the way downstairs to see what was happening. Needless to say, Pippin was afraid of the pillow (among other things) for the rest of the night. I physically had to carry him upstairs to my bedroom for a drink of water and a little “down time”.
Pippin, Warrior Cat is now completely retarded. It was a strange night, and Roomie and I are still shaking our heads about what freaked him out so.
(P.S…How PHAT are those PowerPoint slides?!?!)
