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Thoughts On Cat Parenthood

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Someday, when we have kids for real, there will be two fuzzy children who will either be somewhat miffed to find new people occupying our time, or delighted that there is someone else to follow around.

It’s Friday, so thanks to my summer schedule of four 10s, that means I have the day off. It’s not quite Saturday, but I’ve been treating these days as my time to accomplish things like running errands and entertaining cats. This morning we had a company come to give us an estimate on a swamp cooler. They came in higher than the first estimate, so we’ll see where the third group comes in before we make a call. As such, Harley and Antigone had to hang out in the downstairs bathroom for a bit. They didn’t yowl or carry on, but they unwound the toilet paper just to remind me what they thought about their confinement.

And that’s okay. That’s what our fuzzy kids do. They act up when they are displeased, they cry when they’re hungry and as soon as the key is turned in the lock, they’re right there at the front door to say hello.

People who say disparaging things about cats clearly have not known a wide enough variety of cats.

  • Cats are too impersonal.
  • They don’t do anything but lounge around all day.
  • Their boxes are stinky. Etc. Etc.

I’m even guilty of that.

I was very resistant to the idea of adopting a female cat when we were trying to agree on which of Mocha’s litter to adopt. I’d never had very good experiences with my friends’ female cats. My experience was that female cats would only ever get close to one person and that was it.

Antigone decided that Owen would be her cat-Dad so we compromised and Harley came into the mix because he was my favorite. It’s been a pretty good compromise all things considered.

Last night Antigone went down to Ravenholm (our basement) and declared all of her adventures to me by shoving her cobweb strewn whiskers in my face. I told her she was a brave girl and she flopped on my lap for a good five minutes. We recently assembled a new desk for the office and Harley has proceeded to shed his stamp of approval all over it.

Maybe they would be more aloof if they were solo cats? Maybe she’d be less affectionate and more territorial if they didn’t tussle every once in a while?

I don’t know. All I know is that they like to be where their people are and I don’t think I would have it any other way.



Our House — Covered In Bees

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In May, a colony of bees moved in under our siding. They built their hive above our dining room window and the cats have enjoyed watching them. We’ve been joking that our house is covered in bees, a la Eddie Izzard.

However, they had to go. Underneath our siding is no place for a beehive.

We started working with a bee keeper to have him come and encourage the bees to relocate to another hive so that we didn’t sustain any damage to the house. Only, right after Memorial Day, that guy stopped returning phone calls.

Scratch him off the independent contractor list.

Owen placed a call with another bee keeper and we just hoped that the bees were honey bees and not carpenter bees slowly carving up our house.

So this evening, I come home to find Ross from Sacred Life Seeds, suited up and taking care of bees-ness. He found the hive, under the siding, behind the insulation and up into the guts of the house.

Owen has enjoyed popping out from time to time to watch the progress.

Ross even shared some of the honey comb with us. Never before have I tasted something as naturally sweet and fragrant as this honey from our own house.

Maybe someday we’ll look into getting a hive of our own for the backyard and we’ll give Ross a call to teach us about keeping bees. In the meantime, I am just very glad to scratch another one off of the Jade House To Do List.


For all of your Boulder County Bee Needs:

Long Exposure

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I finally bit the bullet this weekend and had the 11 rolls of film and one disposable camera from before I went digital developed.

I waited too long. After almost four years in some cases, the image quality is grainy. Relationships that had meaning at the time the pictures were taken are now something completely different. It’s eerie to look back at my past this way.

There are pictures from my bridal shower and our honeymoon.

Pictures from when we first came to Denver.

 Glimpses of things that, in my mind, I remembered differently.

At the time, I didn’t feel like we could spend the money on such frivolous things as developing the images I obsessively snap. As we prepared to move to the Jade House last summer, I carefully packed the plastic canisters of memories away with all of my other photographs.

I didn’t want to forget where we put them.