It’s been an interesting morning at the Campbell house.

My pets are FREAKS.

Much, much gratitude to several of my neighbors and our maintenance crew this morning, who helped rescue baby kitty Casey from being trapped inside a outside column next to my staircase.

As I left for work this morning, not realizing silly kitty wasn’t inside my apartment under my bed or something, I heard a manic mewing coming from the bottom of an outdoor column next to my stairway. A little baby kitty paw was sticking out from the one inch opening between the ground and where the wood of the column started. I tried to pry the wood beam off, or chip some parts off of it to no avail.

Luckily a few neighbors came to investigate after hearing the commotion of Casey wailing at the top of her lungs, on top of my alternating between cooing “It’s okay little baby, we’re gonna get you out!” and shrieking “How in the WORLD did you get in there???”

The neighbors put their heads together (so great how men absolutely eat up a challenge like this- I owe them all some not-burnt cookies), and along with the maintenance crew, drilled a hole in the column (wonder how much I’ll be paying for that). Little kitty jumped right out and sauntered off to play immediately.

We figured out that she must have entered the ceiling above all the apartments through a hole in the roof of my patio meant for dryer ventilation or something to that effect. Then she climbed through the risers (god knows what’s up there), and either inched her way down or fell two stories down to the bottom of the column.

 -the maintenance guys are putting drywall over that hole now, as Casey decided that she wanted to go BACK through the hole the minute I got her back in the apartment.-

So glad little moron kitty is okay- she was prancing and running and climbing and generally pissing off her older brother Gus immediately. Took her to the vet anyway, who said she’s perfectly fine. They also mentioned the she probably could have fit through the tiny opening in the column had I not been feeding her so well- her fat tummy was the only part of her that wouldn’t fit.

SMH. So that was fun.

I don’t know if it’s nature or nurture, but every single one of my pets are FREAKS.

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A sign I shouldn’t be dating someone…

…I’m too scared to introduce my friends to him, knowing their reactions will be incredulous laughter+disapproval+”Oh, honey”… but to a Taurus, doesn’t that make it that much more fun?!

Great potluck recipe- my momma’s Texas caviar

SO GOOD, and always the main attraction at cookouts and get togethers.

2 - cans (15 oz) Bush’s canned black eye peas, drained & rinsed
1 - 15 oz can regular yellow corn, drained
1/2 - 3/4 cup diced celery
1/4 - cup diced green bell pepper
1/4 - cup diced red bell pepper
1/4 - cup diced purple onion
1/8 - 1/4 cup chopped cilantro
chopped pickled jalapeno slices (I skip these, not a jalp fan)
1 - 8oz bottle Italian dressing
salt & pepper to taste

Mix all the ingredients together adding the dressing last. Chill overnight and serve with tortilla chips.

Kindle by candle. #thegoodlife

Kindle by candle. #thegoodlife

Typical!

Typical!

Windowsill year round

Windowsill year round

Bed. Mine.

Bed. Mine.

Conversations with Skyler are never dull.

Conversations with Skyler are never dull.

Waste an entire Scrabble game to make this- yes.

Waste an entire Scrabble game to make this- yes.

I should live here.

I should live here.

I’ll wear this anywhere. Want.

I’ll wear this anywhere. Want.

Fairy tale window.

Fairy tale window.

Hot dress. Want.

Hot dress. Want.

Will make.

Will make.

Yeah, but where in the world would I wear it?

Yeah, but where in the world would I wear it?