cupcakes and zombies

because cupcakes are yummy and people aren't. unless you're a zombie.

April 2013 archive

Dear Cat….

Let me explain a couple of things to you, please, while you sit there for the next hour blinking slowly and staring at me for no reason. Which is creepy, by the way. But I think that’s why you do it.

1. Not every can I open is a can of tuna. In fact, I’d say, 9 times out of 10, its not tuna. It could be beans, or soup, or tomato sauce. Not tuna. If I tell you its not tuna, its NOT TUNA. So don’t turn up your nose and flick your tail at me when I put the can down and let you sniff it to assure you its not tuna.

2. I don’t want to share my yogurt, milk or ice cream with you. Nope. I just don’t. If I wanted you to have some, I would put it in your bowl. You know, that one on the floor. Not the one in my hands on the couch. Just saying.

3. Sometimes, I like when you snuggle up next to me when I am sleeping. You’re warm and I’m cold a lot. Let’s discuss what is not acceptable behavior if I let you into our room at night, because this deserves its own list:

  • When you jump up onto the bed, please don’t jump right up onto me. Its a king size bed, so trust me, there’s some empty spots to accomodate a cat’s leap. 
  • I do not enjoy being woken up by an 18 pound cat traipsing across my stomach. I’ll tell you why. It hurts. The end.
  • Please, please don’t tangle your claws into my hair. I know my hair is awesome and fun, but its not cool. And ditto for nipping my scalp. Why, kitty, why do you do that?
  • Don’t hide in my room until I get under the covers and start to drift off and then start meowing to get out. Just don’t.
  • Its not a free for all, take turns. Its extremely uncomfortable when the three of you need to sleep on me at the same time. It’s not necessary, you can learn to take turns.
  • If I want to turn over, I will. Its not cool for you to make yourself as heavy as possible so I have to squish and poke and prod you until you’re so irritated you move over an inch. Its MY bed. Not yours. So there.
  • I like when you’re happy, trust me, I do, but try not to show your affection by purring louder than an airplane, directly in my ear.
  • Never, ever, put your stinky kitty rear-end on my pillow. EVER.
  • And on that note, when you lay next to my head, please turn and face me.
  • If you wake up in the middle of the night feeling spunky and hunter-like, please recognize that I am trying to sleep and stop hunting imaginary mice in the room. And please don’t smack around your jingly toys either. I mean, you never want to play during the day, so why now??
  • Finally, do not let me open my eyes to see your face 2 inches away, just staring at me. That’s why cat’s get a bad name. Creepy critters.

4. I don’t really want to feed you at 5:30 in the morning. I do it because you are so annoying meowing as a trio outside my door. No problem on the weekdays, but on the weekends, couldn’t you sleep in?

5. Not every patch of sunlight is yours. You can feel free to share.

6. That fly is on the outside of the window. You can not catch or kill it. So stop.

7. Stay off the counters and table. Don’t think I don’t know. Who else leaves dirty paw prints, huh?

8. Flowers are not food.

9. You ripped a hole and shredded my armchair, what do you get out of that? Satisfaction? Not cool, kitty, not cool.

10. Why are you obsessed with crayons? I’m tired of chasing you around while you try to run away with them, and I would like to stop finding them in weird places.

11. You see this seat on the couch? It’s mine, not yours. When I get up, it is not an invitation to take my place, believe it or not.

12. And finally, I appreciate your consistency and all, but can you try to puke up your hairballs on the hardwood, and not every single carpet?


The Hand That Feeds You.


Acts of Selfishness

I haven’t written in a while, not having the inspiration or motivation to do so. My Muse went missing earlier this year and took all of my thoughts worth putting down on paper, or screen, I suppose.

But the tragic events today in Boston, piled up on the tragic events in Newtown this past December, following the obscene tragedy of 9/11 that will always be one of the events with the most impact on my life, leave too much unspoken. And I don’t mean to neglect any of the other horrific tragedies that have occurred before and after these events that come to mind so easily.

I dislike the use of the word terrorism. I understand what it means, someone doing something so utterly horrific to spread fear in a society or group of people so it disrupts normal life, all in the name of some agenda they deem as being worthy of taking lives of others. Its too often in the context of making a political statement. But I would rather consider these acts the epitome of selfishness. The act of hurting others to further your own agenda, or the name of your cause. The ultimate selfish act. Cowardly. Even when these people take their own lives. Cowardice. They can’t even face the reality of what they’ve done so instead of not doing it they follow through and then take the easy way out.

Terrorism, to me, means the act of spreading fear. It gives fear life, and it give fear power and control, and furthers a cause that is so unworthy that people need to resort to harming and killing others to promote it.  Selfishness, to me, means that the only way these people can think to bring attention to themselves is to commit a horrific act with no regard for anyone else. By definition it gives no power to fear, which is often one of the goals of these acts. Instead, calling it selfishness clearly points the finger and ownership of these crimes at the perpetrators.

I am in disbelief that my son is going to be raised in a world where when I kiss him goodbye in the morning I have to wonder if he will be safe at school, where he will see news stories about kids his age getting killed, or people trying to spread fear by  causing as much heartache and damage and death as possible. A world where these topics will need to be discussed in the classroom with an intent to inform out of necessity. In my day, a tragedy was an accident, like the space shuttle exploding. Today, tragedies are too often these acts of selfishness, supreme, unbelievable and disgusting acts of selfishness. There is nothing worse to consider than the thought of a human being who is so hideously selfish they feel vindicated by hurting or killing others.

But I refuse to be “terrorized” by them. I don’t want to give them even that small bit of power.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the families of these tragedies who were hurt by so many selfish people. I am saddened to know in my heart that this won’t be the last time I say or write those words. It is hard to have faith in humanity when so many humans are intent on hurting, rather than helping, each other. I hope that someday, my faith is restored.