Come on down to omelette-ville!

was looking through my picture files. right now it's around dinner time....here's what the cats have to say..........

screenplays, songs, slow motion, sunsets, sssss

so here's what wendy said (i hope you don't mind that i'm posting this)

"Just out of curiosity, what were the songs you were listening to today? I have a soundtrack too :) I was going to respond to the whole third paragraph with something engaging, but what keeps coming out is, "yes, I totally understand." So... yeah. I totally understand and do the same thing :)Maybe we missed our calling- screenplay?"

i was/am listening to Barcelona....a very meloncholy, almost desperate type of music that makes me feel alone and comforted at the same time. as if there is someone that can sing what my heart feels. of course, i don't know what the sound track would be when i am around G.O. The music is much more obvious when i am at coffee, and i don't notice it much when i'm home alone....mostly when i'm out in public. and things are slower motion. like walking home....the wind blows, but slowly, and i turn to look for cars when i cross, but it's all very slow. my actual pace doesn't seem slow, i just see everything around me happening slowly....but that everything is narrated by somone. i don't know what the narrator is saying though.

here's the song....eerie...

One more day down these stairs
His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
He holds tight, he stares
It’s almost over and it’s running through his head
They don’t know me, they don’t know more than I show

She’s walking up to him so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause she’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day

One more smile, one more bed
Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
She’s so still, she’s dead
She knows it’s over, she holds her head and says,
They can’t love me, they can’t love what I don’t show

He’s walking up to her so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause he’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more

There’ve been to many times when I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you

I’m walking up to you so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day


the man i'll one day love will understand the screen play, or maybe snap me out of it, back into the present.

samwiches, coffee, music, movies, and swiffer.

nothing about the cats today....oh wait. just one thing, then on to something else. my new apartment is surrounded by beautiful bushes and flowers. there are lots of birds that live in the bushes. and the cats sit in the windows and sleep or look outside. well, when they see birds they makes this clicking sound. i always thought it was cute, like they were trying to talk to the birds or something. Brooke tell me that they're warming up their "DEATH BITE". disturbing. i'm going to still just choose to think that G.O. is talking to the birds. she doesn't know anything about a "death bite." geez.

so, today i woke up to find that it was NOT raining and actually pretty outside. much cooler (about 20 degrees) than the past couple days, but i have no complaints about that. i got dressed and went to 14 carrot cafe for some lunch, solo. not too bad, and i have a half samwich for later. i know it's spelled "sandwich", but i say "saMwich" so i'm just going to spell it how i say it. then i came to Voxx- the coffee shop down the street from 14 carrot, and up the hill from my place. it's been a good coffee day here. usually i say that voxx doesn't ever make the milk hot enough even when i ask for extra hot...but today, it was great. and the second barista is a looker. he's got dark brown hair, long, parted in the middle, and pulled back in a pony tail. he also has a full beard. i told him that if he shaved the beard, he'd have a magnum pi moustache. he laughed, and i wanted to blurt out that i thought he was cute. but i didn't. then i would have let me weirdness out. i need to keep that under wraps. he's granola, and i like that.

i get in the habit of downloading music when i'm at coffee shops.....music that makes the soundtrack for the movie life i have in my head. i wouldn't automatically admit that i live wishing for a fairytale life, but i do...and i live my life to some screenplay i've cooked up in my head. it's like a fantasy that's bled into my reality, and it's hard to know better sometimes. the music just adds another layer, adds another detail to the movie.....sometimes it's better than real life....sometimes more heartbreaking to realize that it's all just a dream i've cooked up. but in real life i'm just broken anyway. damn, this music brings this crap out of me.

funny georgie oranges and gibbon. since i don't have carpet anymore i notice all the dust and hair. i'm going to start making the cats sweep....or maybe i'll tie swiffer cloths on their tails. if i do that i'll take a picture.

Ga-reat...

She's smarter than I thought. She can open cabinets. I don't know what business she has inside those cabinets....but it must be important. How did she figure out that the door opens opposite the hinge? What's next? Translating russian literature into english....creepy......I wonder what else is going on in that brain.

windows and weather

it's tuesday- running day. and guess what. it's cloudy with impending doom, i mean rain. it has rained EVERY tuesday for months. i would also like to point out that all the nice days we've had recently, have been days that i've been working. i'm not saying that the weather knows when i'm working and chooses to rain on my parade, but i'm getting suspicious. very suspicious. rachel suggested that GO was a spy for the government. i told her that GO would have a hard time spying on a kleenex. but, perhaps GO has been smarter than i thought all along, and has some sort of "in" with the weather.

gibbon, on the other hand has been sitting in the sunspots- the places on the floor or couch where the sun comes in. his fur gets very hot because it's black. i'm thinking i'm going to take him to the barber to get a hair cut. he's getting too many tangles to manage, so it might be time.

i would take a picture of the cats together in their new window, but i can't find my camera. i can't find a lot of stuff since i've moved. perhaps because a lot of stuff is still not unpacked. it's only been 6 days, since the move was official....blah.

New Beginnings, and Random thoughts......

Gibbon was sitting on the red rug staring at me with button eyes. you know what button eyes are, right? well, when cats are kits their eyes aren't the cat-eye shape yet. they're buttony. and sometimes gibbon still makes button eyes. anyway, he was sitting upright looking at me with button eyes and i said "you look like a dog." he didn't have anything to say about that. now he's sleeping.

i've been thinking about this blog for a while. i'm running out of new and interesting things to say about georgie oranges and her hijinx. she's sleeping right now, and hasn't done anything interesting- except for get on the shelves in my closet. i don't like it when she does that because she gets everything cat hairy. but she doesn't know it's bad. she has cat hair all over her. so, back to the blog. wait, i should say that i get very easily distracted and easily get sidetracked. sometimes it's funny, but mostly it's just annoying to others. i'm not good at carrying out complete thoughts in a concise way. ok, so about the blog....i was thinking of starting a new one, but don't know what i would call it. don't know what it would be about. maybe just observations. we'll see how it goes.

TWO lake view residences...

so georgie oranges is moving,and so is gibbon. they've got a new apartment on eastlake. gibbon knows what moving is, and he doesn't mind. he will miss sitting in the plants out on the rooftop. he'll also miss eating the plants and grass and then throwing up on the carpet. i won't miss that. gibbon has moved from ohio to california to washington, so he's pretty good at it. and he's excellent at packing. georgie oranges is not good at moving, as you might expect. she doesn't know what it means (even though she's moved before). she's moved from washington to LA and back to washington. georgie is going to miss running outside in the snow and walking the terrace ledge (she doesn't know it's dangerous because she doesn't know what danger is).

saturday a bunch of pals were gracious and awesome in helping orchestrate the move....all of the furniture and most of the boxes and kitchen stuff all got moved. the cats are still at the "old place." the new place is much smaller, but has more character.....no outside-away-from-traffic-place for the cats to play. it's going to be ok. i slept on the floor on my camping mat last night. georgie oranges was very excited because we were sleeping on the floor, and that's somehow more exciting and less comfortable than a bed. she likes it.

oh, i for got to talk about georgie oranges and packing. she doesn't know how to pack. she gets in the bags and sleeps on the suitcase, and gets in boxes, but she does not pack. i wonder if she's going to get confused when we move.

here's a photo montage of the cats at dexter.....goodbye awesome apartment.....
Gibbon at the NYE party- he likes to party like it's his birthday





Both cats are eating the plants, then they'll go inside and puke NOT on an easily cleaned surface



SNOW is neat


that brain is FULL of popcorn

follow-up

here is a picture of Owen. He's the teddy bear dog that belongs to Helen and Tyler. Always happy, and apparently, likes to wear clothes.

I decided some things today. I assigned Erica as my emergency contact. I think she's a good fit because she's level headed, rationale, and makes well thought out decisions. I really just need her to make these kind of decisions about who will take care of the cats if something happens to me. In that case, I have chosen Rachel to be the legal guardian of Gibbon and G.O. What would they do if i died? Probably mourn and stop eating. They probably would be very sad. Gibbon would understand what had happened to me because Erica would talk to him about it. And Georgie wouldn't understand because popcorn brains don't process information like that. She would know something was different, so Rachel would just have to tell her i went to buy cat food and that I worked a lot....but that I loved her very much. And then, having popcorn for brains, G.O. would stop asking questions about where i was.

I met a fat cat named Owen. I also know a tiny dog named Owen. The fat cat lookes like he wears a tabby coat with a white dickie. He doesn't talk much, but he's a boss. I wish i had a picture of him. He belongs to a nice lady named Brooke, whose apartment i will be moving into. However, Owen does not come with the apartment. Owen, the dog, is white and looks like an ewok. He is happy all the times that i have met him, and belongs to Helen and Tyler. I think he's from cuba, but i don't know if that's true. Again, i wish i had a picture.

sometimes rolaids spells relief, but today, latte does.

latte spells relief. i've had a headache since the afternoon. i got up at nine and then went for a short 12 mile bike ride. today was much harder than yesterday's 25 mile bike ride. but wayne says that you have to get on the bike the second day. which is very true. i'm (katie, not georgie oranges) training for the STP and it's a two day race....georgie would never actually ride a bike, but she might like to have a side car and be the passenger. maybe with her head just sticking up out of a box on the side of my bike. that's an odd thought. but i guess i'm kind of an odd person. after all, i've got a blog called "the georgie orangie oranges show."
anyway, back to the latte. i started getting a headache behind my right eye this afternoon- i was thinking because i didn't have enough water. so i drank a barrel of water and took some advil. and then i thought i should make some coffee. so i brewed a pot of coffee and it was delicious....and then my headache was gone. and now i'm at a coffee shop having a latte....and it spells relief.

i was thinking about my habitual visits to coffee shops. i'm turning into a loner. i have gotten in the pattern of being alone, not necessarily by choice. i'm a solo kind of person- but that's not what people would say about me. they would say i liven up a group. but sometimes, most times, i just am by myself. sometimes hanging out with others takes too much energy. so i come to a coffee shop. i sit alone listening to music, drinking a latte, hoping that maybe someone will notice me and strike up a conversation. then i remember that this is seattle, and while people are polite, they don't strike up conversations with strangers. people don't even talk in the elevator. and it's a weird, very uncomfortable silence. why don't people talk to each other? why don't people talk to me?

i'm at a new coffee shop. it's pretty empty. some guy with big headphones sitting across from me. two baristas. and an unpleasant smell. not of coffee....it smells like the dishwasher at The Pub at Third Place. not good. maybe it's the decor....because it's new and new things sometimes smell weird. and i find myself singing out loud. i bet that guy thinks i'm weird. i think i'm weird. but georgie thinks i'm normal- well, she doesn't think about it. i'm just what she knows.

brain test

So i was laying in bed this morning and of course G.O. was there. She always comes in when the alarm radio goes off. i don't know if she likes the music, or just wants to wake up. anyway, she got under the covers and let me hold her for a minute or three. i kissed the top of her head and noticed that it was hot. and i thought "i wonder why her head is hot." Then, once i got out of bed, i picked Gibbon up and kissed him on the top of the head. and his head was not hot. i started thinking about why G.O's head was hot. it's not situational. her head is always hot. i just checked. i like to squeeze her and she kind of likes it. but then she has to run away for a minute. she's back now. and her head is still hot. so anyway, here's what i think about head hotness....you know how people have different resting heart rates? like lance armstrong (who i don't particularly like becuase i think he's a dirtbag and arrogant) has a resting heart rate in the 30s or something like that. and it's because his heart is very efficient. so, someone with say a faster heart rate has a heart that's working harder and not necessarily as efficient in getting the blood around the body. SO... cat brains must be like that. G.O. brain is hot because it's working harder to process things. Gibbon is a thinker by nature, so he doesn't have a brain that gets hot. he's very smart. and georgie oranges is very special. crossed eyes and a hot brain and a marshmellow body. oh man.

She can't know that....

Georgie Oranges was asking me what "lonely" means. Someone said that word, but she didn't understand. She doesn't even know english, so it's odd that she asks me about words. Anyway.....I tried to explain it. But i told her that she can't know what it means because she's never lonely. She has a brother that she lives with. And they keep each other company. She, of course, wasn't paying any attention to what i said- two reasons i know she wasn't paying attention: she ran away right after i tried to explain the word, and she has popcorn for brains. Having popcorn for brains means that you don't understand anything. I think her innocence also makes it impossible for her to feel lonely. I think Gibbon is different. Sometimes he thinks so much about what goes on in the world that he feels lonely. He doesn't like G.O. very much, and gets weary of her always attacking him. Sometimes he's lonely i think.....he drinks water from the bathtub.



that's a non-sequitor....but i don't have much else to say about things, and wanted to include it. cheers.

cat horoscopes!

i keep having all these ideas for the G.O. Show blog. adrienne sent me a horoscopes email. then i wondered if cats have horoscopes. well, oddly enough, if you google "cat horoscopes" a million pages result!

G.O. first: i think she's a gemini because she was born in may or june.

Gemini: Cat On A Hot Tin Roof
Gemini is the Sign of the kitten-cat...the exaggeratedly playful feline who is fickle and indecisive to the point of distraction. Blessed with the gift of eternal youth, this cat will fritter away his or her life in a muddled confusion of comings and goings...ditherings and datherings...for this is the born explorer of the cat world. The Gemini Cat is a highly intellectual creature but lacks the ability to make much sense, twittering and squawking at owners most of the time. This feline is a lively and enthusiastic cat. A highly-strung, hyperactive soul, this feline will possess small features and brightly-eager eyes that are constantly on the move. The Gemini Cat is sleek and long-limbed, possessed with probably the most acute eyesight of its species. The actions of this feline will always be erratic. Being exceptionally bright creatures, the Gemini Cat will soon learn how to open any cat-flap.



The Gemini Cat views the home as one glorious adventure playground created especially for his or her enjoyment. The Gemini Cat really comes into his or her own when living with a Libra owner and the infectious happiness will be quite obvious. Though Libra is nowhere near as flippant as Gemini, these two signs will share a rather lively relationship. The second-best choice for an owner of the Gemini Cat would probably be an Aquarius native, provided water does not comes into play too often. This feline finds it easy to make friends with most animals, including dogs, and simply adores the companionship of other cats.

OH MY GOSH. this i just like her- except for the acute eyesight, and long limbs... we're soul mates- I KNEW IT!!! ok, so here's what it says about gibbon. he was born mid november, so he's a scorpio (like me)...

Scorpio: The Cat's Pajamas
The Scorpio Cat is a powerful cat with more than a mere sting in his or her tail. This resourceful and intelligent feline will delight in organizing things and people, finding the normal business of the domestic cat to be boring and mundane. Determination is the guiding force of the Scorpio Cat...and it is indeed a force to be reckoned with. Deep inside (if the owner is ever able to delve that far), the Scorpio Cat is truly a rather mixed-up cat, desperately seeking love and security. A Scorpio Cat may usually be recognized by a muscular body and beautiful eyes...the ideal specimen being one with jet-black fur and eyes of deep emerald green.



He or she will be deeply intuitive of others where feelings are concerned, possessing the gift of empathy and the ability to read emotions. This feline senses when an owner desires companionship and when he or she would rather be left alone. The Scorpio Cat is always strangely drawn to those unfortunate humans who are not fond of cats. This feline does become genuinely attached, but in a rather aloof sort of way...offering companionship in return for a high standard of living.
A Scorpio Cat usually does best with a Scorpio owner. Most owners of Scorpio Cats tend to develop a special telepathic bond with this mysterious feline. The Scorpio Cat always seems to know just what his or her human is thinking, easily senses danger, and will arrive for dinner just moments before being called. Strange and arcane, the Scorpio Cat brings luck and protection to his or her owner. In short, the Scorpio Cat is pure magic.

pretty magical. cheers!

the things i think about at the dentist

we went to the dentist today, G.O. and I. that's a lie. she didn't come at all. obviously she doesn't even know what the dentist is. but i told her i was going. she looked at me- well, she sort of looked at me. sometimes i call her name and she looks, but not in the right direction. maybe it's just her eyes that confuse me. anyway, i'm sure she's still playing with the blinds, trying to get outside.

so i went to the dentist to have some cavities filled. apparently i have more cavities than i thought. so i have to go back TWO MORE times. i was very anxious. the lady who did the numbing said "wow, i think you didn't breathe that whole time." it's true, i didn't. i used to practice holding my breath when i would drive over the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. I can get all the way across without breathing. Anyway, i got a little teary when she was done. it didn't hurt terribly, but i still didn't like it. So i listened to my iPod while i was getting a couple fillings. Feist "How My Heart Behaves". very mellow song.

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

What is a calm heart?....i just got to thinking about this while a man was drilling into my teeth. I was thinking of a sleeping heart...one that hasn't been awakened. but i don't think my heart is sleeping. so what is my heart? valentine's day is coming up soon. i don't have a valentine. so i don't have an "in love" heart. it's a weird question. i also started thinking about what would happen in an emergency. like what would the dentist do if something happened. what if they suddenly had to give me real anesthesia for my fillings (yeah right). who would i even call to come pick me up. i guess i could have taken a taxi- although, the last taxi driver i had was on cocaine. i know this because he had one long pinky finger nail- and that's what people who do cocaine have......i'm scared of taxis now.

anyway, the dentist said that i was a good patient. he probably says that to everyone- especially the cry babies. if G.O. went to the dentist, she would have to get laughing gas. wouldn't it funny if her eyes became uncrossed. anyway. my face and tongue are still numb. you can't tell unless i start talking. boy, do i sound ridiculous or drunk.

i'm at el diablo. i see the same people here all the time. maybe in georgie oranges' blog i will start including observations about people. it's a new feature. the new and improved georgie oranges show.

the man who normally rides his motorcycle drove his truck today. he got new cowboy boots. and bought white bread from the metropolitan market. he asked for plastic bags. you know, he drinks the same thing every time. tea with milk. he sits on the patio, even when it's cold outside. i've never spoken to him before, but i want to. only because i know he's reserved and doesn't talk to people. this makes me want him to talk to me. i think he's late 40s or early 50s.

that's all i have to say about that.

a cat and a crow

So this entry isn't about my cats. But here's a nice video. It's kind of "gassy" (if you don't know that term, think PT Cruisers and Fanny Packs). I like the part where the vet tech "goes along" with the story then says "Well, the customer is always right!". I also love Alan Thick's narration. Yeah, this is a winner alright.

dinner cats?

i bet you didn't know that georgie oranges likes to eat out at fancy restaurants. actually gibbon likes it too. they aren't on a date, but they go into the restaurant together and sit at a table near the window. they order water to drink, no ice (just like me..although, i would probably have a glass of wine. cats don't drink alcohol, so they just have water). i don't know what they order to eat, becasue only gibbon can read the menu. he probably orders for G.O. she likes canned tuna, but he likes shrimp, so that's probably what they have to eat. there isn't conversation between them, but they just sit in the chairs and wait for the food to come. gibbon is interested in what is going on around him. g.o. isn't. she's more scared about being in public and plays "statue". They eat their food and then leave. of course they don't pay. how would they get the money. the owners of the restaurant don't mind that they come to eat there and don't pay. then they walk home and take naps.

well, they don't really do any of this. i was driving on queen anne avenue at night time. and there are several small restaurants with lots of window seating. i always wonder what the diners' conversations are about. and what the circumstances are of the people sitting together: married, dating, business dinner? it's never a business dinner. and he's always with some girl. but he looks so nice. then i wonder, did he make the dinner arrangements or did the girl set the plans? how did he know to look nice? then i started wondering, why are these girls so lucky? it's like i'm living in a parallel universe...one that only contains guys that are passive. and i just wonder where the men i see in the windows are in my world. i kind of feel like i'm still 14 years old looking at the "grown-up 30 year olds" hoping to be like them one day. but then i realize that i'm grown up, and can't find what i have been looking for. and i'm just not cool enough, or pretty enough, or good enough to get into the normal people world. and then here i am writing a story about my cats....why am i still single? HAHHAHHAHHA.

i saw a man running across the street (he was jay-walking) with a bundle of flowers that he had just purchased from Metropolitan Market (a place for beautiful flowers). and it was on a friday night. maybe he had a date. maybe he gets flowers for his wife every friday like the dean of my high school....maybe his wife was having a dinner party and she sent him to get the flowers. who knows....but i know they weren't for me. they're never for me. and i've never been on a date where i've gotten flowers. OH GOSH, yes i have! it was from an eHarmony date- what a disaster. But i did get flowers.

I know i'm not supposed to write about such matters. So, I'll close with this thought.....Gibbon and G.O. love when i bring flowers home, so they can EAT THEM. geez louise.

Sometimes..

"Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first.
Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes.
And I know, the waiting is all you can do. Sometimes..."

That verse is from a melancholy AquaLung song and has not much to do with the following.

I was thinking about TV shows today, which is really not what i was thinking about, but it's lighter than what's on my mind. This isn't a pseudo emo blog...it's a silly blog for my cats. so, i'll try to keep the emo/faux-sensitive material out of here. back to tv shows....

My cats don't watch tv- at least i don't think. i've never come home to find the tv on, so i suspect they don't watch, but i don't know for sure. But if they did...
I only have one TV, so they would likely fight over what to watch. Gibbon is very intellectual (i assume, because his chest fur looks like an ascot and smoking jacket, and people that wear those are kind of smart looking). I think he would like to watch PBS or the travel channel. He doesn't prefer CSI. If he had to chose CSI i wouldn't be the Miami one; Gibbon thinks David Caruso is inflated. He might watch the news, but nothing biased like FOX. I don't know about the news though, he probably finds it too overwhelming and depressing. No, i think he doesn't watch the news. He does like Mythbusters because he seeks the truth. I bet Gibbon reads more than he watches TV. He doesn't have a library card, though, so i don't know what he reads (but i'm sure that he does).

Georgie Oranges doesn't know how to read. And that i'm sure of. I once caught her with my glasses on, but the book was upside down. She was just faking it. She loves TV i bet. She does not watch serious shows because she can't understand that much. And she's too naive for the news. She likes Sponge Bob Square Pants and the PowerPuff Girls, or anything on Animal Planet- except for the ASPCA stuff. Mostly she likes the the Funniest Animals show.

Since i work long hours, i know the cats entertain themselves somehow...eating the plants, reading, tv, maybe they listen to music (but obviously they have varied tastes in music). Georgie Oranges likes kids sing-along music, but she doesn't know the words. Gibbon does not like this and would prefer silence. His eyes are closed right now, but his ears are listening.....he know exactly what i'm talking about. Later maybe he'll do some work on the computer.

hello?

blogs are a funny thing. the word itself is fairly new to the english vernacular. but it sounds like blobs, and makes me laugh. some blogs make me laugh, but most don't. mine is ridiculous. dedicated to a cross eyed cat. i wish i could convey in writing the thoughts i have in my head, but i just don't have that gift. maybe i'm really the only one who thinks i'm funny. but what i really hope for is to find someone that understands my funny. i bet G.O. thinks i'm funny.

does anyone read this stuff anyway? i think all bloggers, whether they admit it or not, hope that someone is reading their thoughts and connecting in some way. i think that's kind of weird. or maybe not. i guess everyone wants to feel important or connected to someone else- even at the core. i just want someone to give me a hug every day for the rest of my life.

PS: that's me on my 29th birthday. jil made the cake.

I love the cold weather...the colder the better. Georgie Oranges thinks that when it's colder the sky gets bluer, and it's true. Today was just gorgeous and stayed bright pretty late in the day- until almost 5pm. Yesterday G.O. went outside and Gibbon locked her out.....take a look.





he's one smart kitty.

She's an alarm clock.

My friend Jamie asked me "Why don't you ever talk about Shadow?" She was referring to the black and white. He's a very quiet cat; the observing type. He rarely makes a peep....

Here's how the mornings go: My alarm goes off. I hit snooze for up to 40 minutes. I call for Georgie. She comes in an pops up on the bed. She walks across my hair and then comes right up to my face. Maybe she can't see very well in the dark. Then i try to hold her but she runs out.....then comes back when i call her. Gibbon will sometimes come in, but he doesn't want any petting. He sits at the foot of the bed waiting for me to get up. Once I'm up, Gibbon jumps in the bathtub and waits for me to turn the water on- he likes fresh water. Then i get ready for work, etc, and head out.

When i don't work, i don't set my alarm. I like to sleep in. Fortunately, i've got a little orangie cat that doesn't let me sleep past 11:00. She starts at about 10:00. Comes in, pops up, walks aross, doesn't let me hold. Repeat. But this time, she meows the whole time: she's the alarm. But i don't know why she does this. Is she bored? She has food. I don't know. But that's what she does...just like clock work.

Welcome to the Georgie Oranges Show. It's not really a show, it's just the name of my cat, Georgie Oranges. She's got popcorn for brains, and a marshmellow body, and giant gem blue, crossed eyes (she's also got nystagmus for anyone who knows what that is). So i dedicate this blog to her and all of the ridiculous funnylarities she adds to the world. Georgie's favorite thing to do is collect pennies and break dance fight with my other cat, Gibbon (or Mr. B, Mouse, B, Beep, Buh, Bubbies, Mokie, Pup, or Puppy. I don't know why i have so many names for him. Just do.) So i like cats, and maybe i will end up as a crazy cat lady. I'm just one cat away from being single for life. (there's a two cat limit for any girl hoping to one day get married-fyi).