If my Animals Were People: Cat Edition

    Posted on: September 25th, 2014 by Randi No Comments

    All of my animals are very different. Each one has their own personality. A lot of people act like I’m crazy when I say this but I’m close to them and I can pick up on these things. I notice the slightest change in their personalities and worry about them. I know, easily, when something is not right. Hell, I can tell you which cat is meowing and if they are playing or hurt, from 2 rooms away just like a mother can with her kids. They are beings, just as we are. Just because we don’t know what they are thinking doesn’t mean they don’t think.

    My mom and I talk about these things all the time. Phantom is another one of her kids and as she fills me on what Breya is doing in school or what Zack is playing these days, Phantom is mentioned too. More so than Lily or Jackson. She knows, just like I do, that Phantom is more than a cat. I always tell her about what my cats did that day or what trouble they got into.

    So, I want to paint a picture of what I think my animals would be like if they were people. I figure this will help people understand what I’m talking about and know that I’m not crazy and anybody who loves their animals will tell you the same thing. This is going to be sort of long but I do have 5 of them. These are based off of their mannerisms which I will explain first.

    I encourage any pet owner to do the same. I want to read about your furbabies.

    I’ll start with my oldest, although he doesn’t live with me. (more…)

    The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

    Posted on: August 7th, 2014 by Randi No Comments

    I may have mentioned that my brother was moving out. The last day he was here, he gave me money that he owed me for watching Mya, and he felt bad that he gave us such short notice that he tossed Andrew some money for partial rent.

    The good:

    My brother really only took his TV and clothes.  He left his furniture, bed, dresser, night stand, and even a large dog crate. This is great because now we have an extra room, mainly for the kids. While we have a 3 bedroom apartment, the middle room is a railroad room which means it has no door and you have to walk through it to get to the bathroom or the back room (my brother’s room). So, we turned that into the cat’s room. We had all intentions of getting a LARGE cat tower for them but things happen and it hasn’t happened yet. However, they aren’t without as it has our spare recliners (that moved up there when we got a sectional), a spare bed from my mom’s house (and before that the spare bunk beds), a dresser, and a window. So, they are pleased with that set up. We had intended on letting one of the kids stay up there on our weekend with them but there is no TV so that didn’t work out.

    Regardless, now we have a room for them, and extra closet for us, and access to our tiny attic space. Not to mention, our electric bill will go down drastically since every time I walked by my brother’s room, there was something on despite him pulling a 24hour shift.

    The bad:

    I’m sad to see him go. I mean, of course it was bound to happen, but just like it was hard to move away from my mom, this is just as hard. My brother and I have lived together since he was born. Although he’s pulled away from the family quite a bit over the last few years, namely whenever he has a girlfriend (suddenly it becomes all about her family) it was nice having him around. I fear not seeing him now except on family gatherings. We are hoping that isn’t the case but my mom has decided to try and thwart that by making mandatory Sunday dinners for all of us.

    We don’t see our Aunt and Uncle. I honestly, couldn’t tell you what my Uncle is up to since the last time I saw him was Bampa’s funeral. Things went south with my family after his death and we all had a falling out but we didn’t see our Uncle that much before that anyway. I fear that this might happen with my brother. His attitude as of late makes it seem like he’s so much better than us, the same way our Aunt and Uncle are. I’m afraid he’s not going to make an attempt to see us unless he has to. As it is now, he only calls my mother when he needs something.

    This means, it’s now just Andrew and I. Which is what I’ve wanted for a while but it still makes me sad to think about how old I’ve gotten, I’m on my own now, I’m losing the last bit of my childhood. It had to happen eventually but I didn’t think it would be scary.

    The ugly:

    I don’t go in my brother’s room. Despite growing up together, we are completely different people. My brother is all redneck, it’s all about hunting, fishing, guns, etc. I’m afraid of guns. He had quite a few, most of them inherited from my grandfather. I have irrational fears about guns. I don’t touch them or even like being in the same room as them. Loaded, safety on, etc, it will find someway to shoot me. So, I never went in there.

    I made sure he had removed them all with the stuff he was taking on the last day he was here. I needed to get in there and get it rearranged for the kids to sleep in there. As soon as I walked in, I honestly didn’t feel like I should be in there. His TV was gone but everything else was there, coats, boots, decorations, shell casings, air conditioner. It didn’t feel like he moved out. I had told him he didn’t have to worry about cleaning it because what I had seen of it, it wasn’t bad. I figured a quick sweep and I could move everything where I wanted.

    Oh how wrong I was. Once I did my initial sweep, I started moving things. Oh dear lord. There was garbage stacked behind his dresser, next to it, in his closet, behind his night stand, under his bed. Soda bottles, condom wrappers, papers, moldy dishes. I rearranged and swept everything into a pile and I walked out. It was late and I didn’t feel like dealing with that right then.

    I still have to go up there and finish it and I’m not looking forward to it. Once I do, though, I can get my organization underway and get the house in order.

    Making the Transition

    Posted on: July 18th, 2014 by Randi No Comments

    I love my siblings. It’s more than a normal Big Sister, Little Brother/Sister thing. I was a lot closer to Breya than I was Zack. I was 10 when Zack was born. I was 14, with Breya and from the moment she came into the world, I treated her like my kid. Regardless, I am close to both of them. My brother, doesn’t seem too interested in spending time with either of them. I don’t know what it is, exactly, but it makes me sad for them. If I’m being honest with myself, I am what my aunt *was* to us and my brother is what my uncle was. The only reason we ever saw our uncle was because he lived with our aunt. That makes me feel even worse because I couldn’t tell you what my uncle is up to now. I haven’t seen/talked to him in years. We (I mean the rest of my family excluding my brother) do not talk to my aunt anymore either but that’s because she chose her husband over her niece and nephew. That won’t happen with me. Regardless, that isn’t what this is about.

    Zack was my annoying little brother for years. He was loud, obnoxious, and energetic. Miraculously, he outgrew that and Zack and I have so much in common now. He’s laid back, funny, and mature for his age. I never thought I’d be able to say this (because he’s a boy and I didn’t think it could happen) but we can talk to each other. At least, I can. I hope he feels the same with me. He’s a joy to have around. 

    Breya was my adorable baby. There were many times where she preferred me over our mom. She was always following me around and I loved it. There were hugs and kisses a plenty. Somewhere along the road, she stopped being my adorable little sister and turned into a pain in the ass. Don’t get me wrong, I love her and I think that’s why it’s so hard for me to grasp. She has her moments still of wanting to cuddle with me, she comes and hugs me and tells me she loves me, but it seems like the next minute I’m being verbally assaulted or disrespected. And I think, maybe it’s my fault. I’ve treated her all these years like she was my kid. That’s not the case anymore because I don’t live with her. Maybe I forgot to transition from parent to sister. She didn’t seem to have that problem but she’s reminded daily whereas I only am when she’s here.

    I get her giving my mom this attitude and sass. I don’t condone it but it makes sense. I did the same thing (although I waited until my mom left the room to mutter insults under my breath and Breya just blurts it out). This just isn’t what I pictured. I always thought I would be the one Breya came to. My mom and I talked in great lengths about it. I have the permission to keep Breya’s secrets (as long as they didn’t warrant intervention) and help her where needed (advice, birth control when the time came, etc). If she views me as a parent, that’s not going to happen. She’s not going to come to me with anything if she fears being punished or scolded by me.

    The thing is, I don’t know how to fix it. When she comes over to my house, I have to parent. I’m in charge. When she’s here, it’s like I never left. I can’t let her get away with murder, either, because that makes it more difficult on my mom. I have to find a happy medium.

    Maybe it’s time, I sit them both down separately. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while now. I want them both to know that I’m here for them to talk to. Zack is getting up to that age and I want him to know that if he needs anything or has any questions, that he can come to me. If he can’t for whatever reason, he has Andrew or my brother (if he can ever get a hold of him) to talk to. Both of them know, my mom and I talk constantly and we tell each other everything. I want them both to know that if they need me to keep quiet about something, all they have to do is say so. Breya may need a bit extra to help her understand our relationship and how I’ve made some mistakes but I hope to rectify them and be there for her, not as a parent, but as her sister and her friend.

    A Wasted Gift

    Posted on: July 10th, 2014 by Randi 1 Comment

    I lost a really good friend today. Even though my stomach is in knots and my heart is broken, I know that this is way less painful than standing by and watching him inevitably kill himself.

    An addict will always be an addict but when you’re given a second chance with a gift that is hard to come by, you need to take that seriously. You’re essentially spitting in the face of the person and their family who has helped keep you alive. They are the reason you are here today. You should be grateful. I’m sorry that you’re not. 

    A Little Scare

    Posted on: July 2nd, 2014 by Randi No Comments

    We had a scare with Hannah yesterday and rushed her to the vet. She was vomiting and couldn’t even keep water down, had bloody diarrhea, and was very lethargic. However, it didn’t happen in that order. By the time, the bloody diarrhea started, it went quickly from, “okay, we have to watch her” to calling my mom in tears to take me to the vet.

    I didn’t know what was wrong but I immediately assumed it was the heat. I tossed her in the sink to cool her down and she started to perk up but the bloody diarrhea scared me and we drove to Carbondale. Carbondale is out of the way by like 30 minutes but they have a great animal clinic. It wouldn’t be feasible in an emergency but we weren’t at that point yet.

    They immediately thought parvo since Hannah only got her initial vaccinations and Mya was a new addition. Apparently, she had the symptoms. Thankfully, that came back negative. So, they think it was the heat, too.

    She did, however, get her booster for her distemperment and her rabies so now we can take her to the groomer to get her fur cut for the summer. They say you aren’t supposed to cut the hair of long haired dogs but my vet said it was a good idea. I did it last year so she hasn’t had to deal with hot temperatures with her long hair.

    Despite being tired all day yesterday, Hannah weaseled herself up to our pillows last night (in our air conditioned room) and slept well. This morning I leaned over to ask her how she was and she licked all over my face. She’s now up and running around with her daddy and sissy.

    She’s still getting special treatment, though, since she was given medication. She got a tasty treat (concoction) of tuna (and ALL THE MEDS!) while all the animals (even the cats) looked on.

    My mom knows how important my animals are to me. Every single one is my child. I called my mom in tears (trying to hold them back because the situation wasn’t as bad as I was making it seem) and she flew from our farther Walmart and was here in less than 6 minutes. Thank god for my mother because I was losing it.

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    Hannah being pillow puppy, this morning.

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    Six Years

    Posted on: October 15th, 2013 by Randi 1 Comment

    Technically, our anniversary is at 3am on October 16th. Both he and I decided that since we hadn’t gone to bed yet, it was still the previous day.

    Regardless, exactly 6 years ago, I was a happy 16 year old hanging out with a guy I had been crushing on for months. Never did I imagine we’d be here now.

    He may get on my nerves and he may act like a child sometimes but I cant imagine spending my life with anyone else. He’s my best friend and my soul mate. There is no one better for me. I love him with all that I have.

    Our Nightly Routine

    Posted on: August 3rd, 2013 by Randi 1 Comment

    Apparently, Reese and I have a nightly routine. Every night I go up the bathroom. She follows me, so I just let her in. I didn’t think much of it. She sits in the tub, myself on the toilet since it’s too late to go outside and I have a cigarette. I turn on the bathtub faucet so that she can drink from it because she attempts to anyway. She gets sick of it and I turn it off. Then she rolls around in the tub while I rub her belly. Our bathroom is very small.

    Earlier, she wasn’t around when I went to the bathroom. At least I thought she wasn’t. It wasn’t bed time so I didn’t think much of it. Then I hear her meow. Then she sticks her paw under the door. Then she attempts to get her face under the door. All the while, she is meowing at me loudly. As soon as I was done, I opened the door and she came running in and jumped into the tub while meowing at me. So, I turned on the faucet and waited while she drank. Because I wasn’t sitting she was very uneasy and got bored very quickly.

    So, I made sure to end the night with our bathroom routine. She is currently sitting on the floor staring at me.

    Clearly, this is very weird. However, you don’t know Reese very well. She is such a skittish cat that she has to be in the right mood, place, time of day, etc in order for you to pet her. I love her very much and I accept the way she is. I wish she could be more loving and jump into my lap like Phantom does but she is who she is. So, instead, I do what I have to to spend time with her. Even if that means sitting in the bathroom with her for an extra 10 minutes to give her all the love that she wants.

    I’m a crazy cat lady..

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I’m Randi, short for RandiLynn. I am a 25 year old blogger, web developer, furmama, and gamer from Northeast PA. I live with my husband and 7 animals. I live, eat, and sleep HTML & CSS. I spend my time creating pretty web stuff, blogging, gaming or binge-watching TV shows.

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