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!