Cat Butts and Communication

The other day our youngest cat came up to my lap and climbed on. She’s so fluffy that when she stands on my lap, I have a hard time seeing over her. So I said sweetly, ” Sit down like a lady!” She then proceeded to lay her front paws and her head down on my lap, lifting up her butt and shoving it in my face……

I should’a been more specific!¬†ūüėĬ†


*incredibly rare Catephant appears courtesy: 

Sometimes Halloween Costumes Teach Valuable Life Lessons…..

*the following blog talks about one of my favorite movies, Juno. Keep in mind that I am in no way in favor of teen pregnancy. I love the movie for its humor, wit, and amazing writing. Ok, you may proceed……

It seemed like the best idea ever at the time. Two and a half years ago I came up with the idea of dressing up as one of the characters from one of my favorite movies-Juno-for my friend’s annual¬†Halloween party. I wanted to dress up like Juno McGuff. Complete with oversized jug¬†of Sunny Delight and black Slinky Toy T-shirt. But there was a problem, I didn’t have long hair. Fortunately, fate smiled down on me as I had planned on getting my haircut one day, but the money just wasn’t there, so I had to skip it. And my hair grew longer. It grew so long I realized I could eventually do the Juno costume, so I let it keep growing.

Flash-forward to this last Halloween. I decided I’d definitely would go as Juno. So I set about gathering my costume. Not wanting to spend much, and not already having a Slinky Toy T-shirt, I printed off a picture on the internet and taped it to a black shirt I had turned inside out and cut the tag off of. Hey, I go big or go home. Speaking of which, yes, I did make myself a pregnant belly. I may have even researched How-To’s on craft websites. Seriously, go big or go home. I ended up stuffing a small cloth bag with more cloth and rubber banding it shut. To bump up the realism, I stuffed a pair of socks on the sides.¬†

Looking back on it now, I really shouldn’t have made it look so realistic. Seriously, I put on the full costume before I put on my shoes. My costume was so realistic, that I COULD NOT put on my shoes without help.¬†

I was excited to arrive at the party. I imagined the response to my costume would be laughter and delight. Instead I mostly got awkward stares and puzzled looks. One person even inquired how far along I was. If ever there was such a thing as a costume fail, it would have been mine. And no, before you ask, no pictures exist of me in my full costume. The last thing I wanted was for one to end up on Facebook¬†and I’d have relatives calling me up asking why I hadn’t told them we were pregnant. This led to a bit of prep each time a camera was shoved in my face. I had to make sure that it was only my head in the photo. Or if it was a full shot, I had to make sure to let them know that it wasn’t ok to post on social media. At the end of the evening, I took off my pregnant belly, my Slinky Toy shirt, undid my Juno pony tail and reflected on my choice of costume. Here are a few things I learned that I wanted to pass on to you:¬†

1. Prior to this costume idea, I knew I never wanted to be pregnant or give birth. Wearing this costume with a pretty realistic baby bump, made me realize how difficult life would be for me if I were ever pregnant. I couldn’t even put on my shoes without help. I realized that night that I made the right decision in not wanting to get pregnant.¬†

2. If you do a crazy costume that someone could mistake for the real thing, try to dial down the realism. I probably could have gotten away just fine without the pregnant belly. There would have been less awkward stares and I probably could have relaxed more.

So, next Halloween when you are thinking about that Freddy-Krueger as Rainbow-Brite costume, maybe take these tips into consideration.

Cheers! ūüôā¬†

Below is a clip from the movie. Featuring Rainn Wilson from The Office. Seriously, how could you go wrong?? Enjoy!!


*Proof that cats also sometimes have a lapse in Halloween costume judgement appears courtesy of google search

Lulabelle Reviews the Best Cat Hair Picker-Upper EVER!!

Today on the blog, I decided to do something a little different. Knowing that cat parenting can be stressful¬†at times, I’d like to start a series where I review different products that help care for your cat. I hope you find these helpful and they lower your anxiety

So you love your cat. They lower your blood pressure, and are there for a cuddle if you are feeling sad. They also leave behind cat hair. Lots of cat hair. Brushing them regularly can help, but there is still residual that gets left behind on furniture. So, what is a cat parent supposed to do?? My solution is to invest in a good quality lint brush. My go-to lint brush, and the one I swear by is Lint Wizard Pro Self Cleaning Brush. I bought it ages ago and am not sure if it’s still sold in brick and mortar stores, but you can find it on Amazon here. The Lint Wizard Pro Self Cleaning Brush is brilliant because it really picks up the loose hair and stores it inside a compartment at the back of the brush. When it is full, turn it over and move the purple latch forward to release the door and pull out the hair. Easy-peasy. The large purple button on the bottom can move left and right to give you a clean brush surface to work with while depositing the debris in the compartment in the back:

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The bristles, which I neglected to photograph, but can be see in the Amazon stock photo, are made of a short fuzzy carpet material that really grabs on to the hair¬†and doesn’t let go until you flip the button to deposit it into the well at the back.

So how well does it really work? Well, I tested it out on our youngest cat’s favorite place to sit. Her hair is so long people often mistake her for a Main Coon. Here are¬†the before and after photos:

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The Lint Brush Pro Self Cleaning Brush helps keep our house cat hair free!


*FTC Disclaimer: the brush was purchased by me and all opinions are my own



The following tale is true, but a few of the details have been slightly altered to protect the privacy of those involved……..

When you live life with anxiety, you are constantly learning new things about yourself–mainly what kinds of things can set you off. This can be a frustrating and embarrassing phenomenon. Case in point, when my husband asked me to marry him during a surprise proposal, I panicked. Instead of saying yes right away, I asked him why he was asking. Yep. Although we had talked at length about marriage and both knew that was where we were headed, I still made things awkward when he asked. Thankfully he’s taken my reaction in stride. We actually just celebrated our wedding anniversary a few days ago, so it all worked out. But I still get down over my reaction sometimes. I had always imagined that moment in my life, before it happened, and I imagined I’d react with a combination of jumping up and down and screaming, “YES!” Not meeting my own expectations in the moment is something I’ve had to forgive myself for. I also learned a valuable lesson: I’m not really into surprises.

Mind you, I can take the old, “what am I getting for my birthday or christmas” surprise. For the most part. A new exception has just been made. See, the other day¬†a dear friend of ours decided to surprise us by hiring out some maintenance work we’ve desperately needed done to weather proof our deck. It was supposed to be a surprise and of course my husband and I had no clue they were coming to do it. Now, in defense of our wonderful friend, the person they hired to come do the work didn’t call ahead to them to let them know it would be done that day.

When they came and knocked on our door, I viewed them through the peephole and didn’t recognize them, much less why they were holding a spray can reminiscent of a piece of pest extermination equipment. I watched them, and they seemed to disappear around the side of the house. I opened the door and was hit with a chemical smell. Then I began to panic. See, we’ve had a history of shady people coming up to our door in the last few years, and I’ve become quite nervous when someone knocks on our door without calling first. Of course this information was¬†not known by our dear friend. I was able to calm myself enough to call out to the person to see who they were. In the meantime, I had shut the storm door behind me.

After a brief explanation of why they were there, I felt much better and turned to go back into the house. The door wouldn’t budge. In my panic, I had LOCKED the storm door. And I didn’t have a key or cellphone with me to call my husband. I’m not sure what he would have done anyway as the door locks from the inside. Panic ensued once again as I racked my brain, trying to figure out how to get out of this one. Fortunately, the person that came to weather-proof our deck just happened to have some tools with¬†them, one of which was a screwdriver. Yep, they had to UNSCREW HALF OF THE DOOR¬†in order to create a hole big enough to reach around and unlock the door. At this point I was definitely looking forward to our anniversary dinner that would happen later that evening, and knew sangria would DEFINITELY be making an appearance.

Several days¬†after a surprise that bombed, things are much calmer here. Things have also been smoothed over with our friend and we’ve all learned a bit more about each other. They’ve learned that surprises are not the best idea for me, and I’ve learned to appreciate the thought that was behind the surprise. After all, isn’t that the most important thing?

So, if you also get anxious over surprises, do not fear (sorry, I see what I¬†did there ūüėõ ), you are not alone!!¬†



*comic explaining that some surprises are not worth it, appears courtesy of:

Healing From A Toxic Working Environment……

After a brief summer respite, I got back into babysitting hard-core this weekend and I have a confession to make: I was pretty anxious about it leading up to the day of. I had feelings of “Can I really do this? I’m probably gonna mess this up somehow. Maybe I’ve gotten in over my head.” For some reason it didn’t seem to matter that I had sat for this family before many times with positive results.

Undoubtedly, my anxiety over this past weekend stems directly from my last regular job experience. My last supervisor really tore me down. Making me feel on a daily basis that I didn’t know how to properly do my job. That I was nothing. I’m learning that as much as I hate how my treatment back then is still affecting me now, I’ve become surrounded by¬†people who believe in my ability to do the job I was called to do. Who encourage me every day.

I know some might say that by now I need to just get over what happened and move on. But for someone with anxiety, experiences like the above can linger long after you’ve removed yourself physically. After hearing my story, a few have suggested it sounds like I have some PTSD, and I think that’s an accurate description.¬†Although I’m reluctant to bat that term around so lightly when I’ve never been in combat or physically abused.

So, if you are struggling with self-confidence in your employment, take heart. Here is a list of things to remember:

1. You would not have been hired had you not been competent to do the job you do. If new management comes in and feels like you aren’t doing your job correctly, unless it is constructive criticism, remember who hired you and why. You are valuable and competent ūüôā

2. Remember these words from Eleanor Roosevelt, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” If your supervisor is treating you poorly, and you are doing your job well, take it up the chain of command.

3. Continue to show up and do your job. Show up on time and treat everyone with respect. If it comes to it, quietly begin looking for new employment.

4. If you get to the point that you just can’t take it any longer, there is no shame in quitting. Give at least two weeks notice.

At the end of the day, you will more than likely find a job where your skills will be appreciated. Keep this in mind. And for the new kind employers, thank you for encouraging your staff. Thanks for the votes of confidence and for the praise. These are the things that heal a bad work experience more deeply than you know.



*The Office–once again reminding us of the importance of math (freakin’ jerks! ūüėõ ) appears courtesy of:


LAFF Bonus Blog: Dear Cat Parent….About the Cat Under the Ottoman……

You know when you have two cats in the house and the more dominant one suddenly gets the urge to chase the smaller one into the bedroom and under the ottoman? Then when the smaller¬†one is squarely under the ottoman, the more dominant cat will jump on top of the ottoman and begin to rock it back and forth? Then she’ll move to the side of the ottoman and begin clawing at it so it bounces? Yeah. Don’t freak out when this occurs. See, the oldest is just conducting an earthquake simulation for the youngest to teach them what to do in the rare event of an earthquake.

Seriously. Don’t panic.


The Cat


*”Oh you meant get UNDER the furniture?” Confused cat¬†appears courtesy:

Blogus Interruptus…..

You may have noticed I haven’t blogged as much this week. This is because on multiple occasions, as I’m attempting to upload the blog my internet will die. We’re talking sputtering and gasping for breath. It’s dramatically frustrating. I plan to call today to further investigate the pro……**cough** **sputter** **hacking** **long beep of death indicating no pulse**


*Oh the struggle just got real, ya’ll appears courtesy:¬†