Pawsgon, Take Me Away

If Paws realllllllly likes you, AND if your hair is a little greasy, AND if Paws is feeling especially kind and loving, then maybe you will be one of the lucky few to get a bath from him. He likes to bathe people when they are watching tv so he can creep up behind your head while you recline.

Abe got a bath tonight while eating tomato soup.



Then Abe brought out a very strange, but very cute, dessert plate for me and him to share while watching Millionaire Matchmaker.

Preparing for the Future

Abe and I are having a few friends over tomorrow to celebrate New Year's Eve. I'm kinda freaking out cause the house is a disaster and there is so much to prepare. Ugh, I wish we painted before moving in...not that that was even an option.

I am pulling most of the recipes for tomorrow out of the current Real Simple magazine. There are like 20 recipes for appetizers that can be prepared ahead of time. I was trying to write out a grocery list, but my magazine and paper seemed to get in the way of Paws' bath. He requested I instead write out directions on how to take a bath.

What? I was here first.



You just work it from elbow to paw in one, nice lick.



No photos, please - ha, j/k.



Oops, missed a little spot on the paw.



Oh yes, stretch it out. Gotta get those armpits.



And then just settle in, there is no need to move anytime soon...unless the lady moves the magazine, in which case you move to wherever it goes.



Have a Happy New Year's Eve! I'll see you in 2010 a.k.a The Future.

Nice 'Do...More Like a Don't

Our apartment is soooo hot in the summer and it's very sad for Paws - he has about 30 lbs. of fur on him. I can't get him shaved because taking him out of the apartment is very traumatic for both of us, so I try to trim him at home.

I gave him his first cut over the weekend and it's really bad. I feel awful. Abe thinks he looks like a kitten, but I think he just looks insane and it's all my fault.


Click for a close-up ... you gotta see the look on his face.


Aesthetics aside, the little man loves his hair-cut - I can tell he's so much cooler.

Paws Gone Wild

Most people don't know Paws because he's a huge baby who hides whenever someone comes over to the house. He spends his days lounging around and he's never really gone outside - unless you count 5 seconds in the hallway. This morning I opened the kitchen window and encouraged him to venture out on the fire escape. He didn't leave the window sill, but even that was a giant step for this little kitten.


Peeking in the neighbor's window.


Checking out the feral cat posse in the yard.


Thinking it might be about time to go back inside. This is kind of scary.

Rock & Roll - in the Key of Paws

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

Paws leaves the apartment....



...and then comes right back.

Family & Friends

My 2ooth post!

I haven't done much in the last week except hang out with the fam and Shrewsbury friends for Thanksgiving.


Eddie turned into a turkey maniac when he got his hands on the drumstick.

My friends and I have kind of outgrown the whole tradition of "going out to the Worcester bars to see everyone". I mean, it's not really necessary with Facebook, right?

But I did have a mini-reunion with my long-term Shrewsbury circle of friends on Friday night at David and Brittany's house. Brit was out of town and Dave was staying home while their daughter slept, but that didn't stop us from Zazzing it up.



On Saturday baby-sitters were lined up and we headed out for the big, bad Canal District in Worcester. Allyson and Shana drove in from Boston, which was super awesome.

For the past couple weeks we have been babysitting Junior. He's a good little guy. I like to scare Paws with him. You'd think it would work the other way around and a little pipsqueak hamster would freak out at the sight of a 30 lb tiger cub.

Craft: Vintage Skirt is now a Pillow

When my grandparents died the family had the daunting task of cleaning out their house. I definitely take after my grandmother and my grandmother saved everything from furniture to tin foil - and it was all super organized and in great condition. My grandfather wasn't much better. I remember my grandmother and I getting on his case to go through 60 years of bank statements he had stored in the basement.

One day I was cleaning my grandmother's closet and I found this super cute jacket/skirt combo. My grandmother was super tiny when she was my age so the skirt had like 10" waist and could not be zipped up around my "I eat Peanut M&M's for breakfast" stomach. However, the jacket fit great and was still in perfect condition.




Faux-suede buttons on the jacket.


Paws thinks I'm ridiculous.

I already mentioned I save everything just like Grammy so of course tossing the skirt was out of the question. I could have given it away to the Salvation Army, but the edges were worn and frayed and frankly, I didn't want to give it up. So instead I decided to chop up the skirt and use the material for a pillow!



For the front of the pillow I used Italian wool that my ex-roommate got as a sample (she is knitwear designer for Express). I've been saving it for like 4 years.



I used gold ink to print Paws on the front because I thought it would make it a little classier, but now I kind of wish I did it in black. I might try a second version this weekend.

MeeeeeOwwwwwww

Yesterday my friend called me up at work and asked if I could play for his softball team because they lost their girl player and didn't want to forfeit their play-off game. It was good practice for me because this is a scrappier league, but I pulled my quad muscle when I was running to first base. I could barely get out of the car when we got back to Greenpoint, but I took 3 Tylenol pills, drank a 16 oz Żywiec, and woke up this morning as good as new!

In other news....CAT ATTACK! Paws is trying to be the new OBEY and made me make these new tote bags with his likeness. Everyone loves a cat - perfect for the hipster or crazy lady in your life.

Blue Denim

Natural

Camouflage


Order by emailing me. They will also be available on my website later this weekend.

Cat Stuff

Most cats dislike car rides, but Paws' feelings on leaving the comfort of his apartment go above and beyond simple dislike. When I have to put him in a car (once every couple years when I move to a new apartment) he will howl non-stop (sounds like "wow, wow, wow, wow, wow") and poop like 3 times in a matter of minutes.

So it should be pretty obvious that I don't take him for rides very often - he doesn't even go to the vet (knock on wood) because he's an indoor cat and doesn't live with other animals and because he is going to live forever. However, being so crazy in love with this little cat-man, I have cardboard carrier stored under the couch just in case he ever chokes or something and needs to be rushed to the hospital. This is fine, but it takes up a lot of space and collects a lot of dust & fur - plus it is not reusable because he will definitely take a dump inside if used.


But today I found this little number at Target (via ModernCat). Made from nylon, washable, packs flat....sounds purrr-fect!

Click here to go to Target.

He's Adorable.

Ready for the Nursing Home

I have become a weird, old woman. I'm sitting at home watching Fiddler on the Roof on PBS and making catnip toys for my cat. This isn't a good sign, but you know what.? I am perfectly happy with this arrangement. I guess that would be the scary part.

Paws' Paws

Snuggle Muffin

Call me a crazy cat lady, but how can you blame me...look at this little guy.

I don't know if he likes snuggling as much as I do.

Paw close-up!

Danger! Ferocious Cat.