This post is a mish-mash of Ten Things Tuesday randomness from the past week. It’s not Tuesday, I know, and there may not be exactly Ten Things in this post. If you’re one of those folks who is a tad OCD about such things, I recommend coming back to read this post on Tuesday. Then all will be right with the world.
(I am not poking fun – I have a few of my own OCD “preferences”: Clothes in closet hanging by “rainbow order” is just one of them. Rainbow order is a term I made up as a kid to describe how my 64 Crayola Crayons HAD to be arranged in the box. My little sister, Chickenbone, would use them and it would freak me out if they weren’t back in the right order. I don’t have crayons anymore so now the clothes in my closet get the rainbow treatment. Chickenbone has never seen the inside of my adult closets.)
My grandmother and me in 2011 when she got to see the RV. (Yes, I know my head is cut off, but this is my best recent picture of her and I together.)
My grandmother passed away a few days before Christmas. She lived a long happy life and died at the age of 91. In later years she always told me, ‘Have a good time. Whatever you’re doing, just have a good time.’ She said it as if this was the most important thing she’d learned in her long life. I’ve . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Ten Things Tuesday: I Pray For Roadkill
Like a song you can’t stop singing, this famous one-liner from Frankenstein is stuck in my head: “It’s ALIVE!!”
Because It’s Alive. All. The. Time.
And because I’m losing sleep.
[I suppose I should provide an update to Pyewacket's peeing problem for those who may have missed it. A trip to the vet confirmed her peeing outside of the box was not "creative thinking" on her part, but was behavioral in nature. The vet suggested I keep doing what I started the night before: sequestering her in a small room with only her food, water, bed, and litter box until she learned to use ONLY the litter box. After every couple days without any "creative peeing", I expanded her territory to include some of the areas and items once peed-on (but now cleaned). After a successful week she was given full access again.
It's been a couple weeks since the visit to the vet, and one whole week out of kitty confinement, and all seems well. In fact, the sequestering seems to enhanced her already sweet disposition, she's even more cuddly than before.]
Now to explain why the phrase “It’s ALIVE!” is running incessantly through my head…
At night when it’s time to go to sleep and I snuggle in bed, Pyewacket thinks this is A: The Time of The Great Grooming, and B: The Time of The Attack of The Bed Sheets
While both of those titles are a bit self-explanatory, I feel the need to further elaborate.
The Time of The Great . . . → But wait, there’s more! : It’s ALIVE! or How Pyewacket is like the Energizer Bunny.
She adopted me. Really.
I say the park stray kitten adopted me because she showed up at my doorstep, spent a couple days checking me out, and then moved in.
Now she doesn’t want to go outside. Ever.
The Rangers and I first noticed her in the park about four days earlier. I tried a few times to coax her over to me, but she would have none of it.
Last weekend I dreamed about Checkers for the first time since her passing, if ever. It was a good dream, I got to hold her, she was happy and sitting in her favorite spot in the RV.
The next morning I went outside to empty the holding tanks (so I could take a shower without the water coming up the drain), when I see the stray kitten dart under my car. I look underneath the car, but don’t see her.
Then the chassis started meowing.
So I meowed back. What was I supposed to do? Don’t pretend you wouldn’t have meowed to the chassis, too.
Again the chassis meowed. So, again, I meowed in return.
This meowing back and forth went on for a while. I put out food, she came down from inside the chassis and ate her weight in cat food. While she ate, I went to take that shower (before my odor could scare her off). At that time she was hiding up in the RV chassis.
When I came outside an hour later, she was napping on my doorstep.
The first . . . → But wait, there’s more! : I’ve been adopted by a cat named Pyewacket
This is a sad post, but I feel I owe it to you all to let you know.
My raison d’etre doing what she loved best.
Checkers, my loving and faithful companion of 18 years, passed away today. I always knew this day would come, but that doesn’t make it easier. (If you need to catch up on the adventures of Checkers, the RV Copilot and World’s Best Kitty, start here: Kernut is selling a kidney.)
Checkers was my raison d’etre.
I’ve had her since she was six weeks old. It’s been almost 18 years to the day since I got her from the Humane Society. She lived with me longer than any of my relatives (parents and sibling). She outlasted boyfriends – even one who foolishly thought I would get rid of her when he asked. (You’ll notice he is looong gone.) She got me through more than one nasty breakup and she got me through some very dark times. I owe her more than I could ever repay.
I know she’s still with me in spirit. I’ve saved a lock of her fur for when I go see the Largest Ball of Twine. I think she would have liked it.
May the angels keep you and bless you and guide you home. xoxo
I Love You People!
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : In Loving Memory of the World’s Best Companion and RV Copilot
So, this is a guest post by Checkers. Yes, the cat.
The Kibble and Tribble Wrangler Cat. The protagonist in Cat-ass-trophe. Author of the Holiday Letter From Da Kitteh. The RV Copilot Who Can’t Read Maps.
Yes, that cat.
THE BEST CAT IN THE WORLD.
Your fearless blogger and Queen of the Zombies has decided to turn her blog over to a Higher Being – just this once, to see how it goes.
Actually, that’s not true. She’s not here and I’m all by myself. This post shouldn’t be here. Don’t tell her, okay? I’m not allowed to touch the computer or play with the mouse. (I don’t get that one… it’s a mouse and I’m a cat. I’m supposed to play with mice, right?)
I haven’t been well lately.
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Kernut is selling a kidney
My new rig. We're at an RV park for a couple weeks before heading to BlogHer '11 in San Diego. (There are better pics but they're stuck in my camera, and the cord is still packed. Somewhere.
I got my RV!
My dream of traveling the country in an RV wouldn’t have been possible without help from my friends and family.
This includes you. Yes, you, reading this right now.
The following people helped sponsor this dream, either financially or supplied valuable information on purchasing an RV. Please visit their websites and businesses if you have a need for their services. While their financial support helped make my dream come true, their emotional support and willingness to help another follow her dream – no matter how crazy it may seem to a few others – means the world to me.
These people believe, and made me believe in magic….
Networker, Inc. The Human Resource Specialists. Networker, Inc. provides consulting and personnel services to clients throughout the U.S. As a full-service human resources consulting firm, they offer personal attention to their clients. Working with public and private sector clients they enhance individual as well as organizational excellence and effectiveness. Marilynn C. Mathews, President of Networker, Inc., is author of Strategic Intervention in Organizations, a classic management book, and numerous journal articles. Her organizational research has been cited in academic journals and media such as Newsweek, BusinessWeek, and the Wall Street Journal.
Alyne Hazard, Award-winning Belly Dancer and Instructor.
If you don’t . . . → But wait, there’s more! : With A Little Help From My Friends