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).