They just put down Tangina, but we call her MewMew. That’s what she has learned and responded to.

MewMew also met her first BIG dog at the vet. She hissed, which I never heard her do. She growled too, never heard that! She shot straight up me (I was holding her at the time) and went to the back of my neck.

She was scared shitless . . . no really she had an accident on me . . . .

The lady behind the desk said “You should have a cat carrier!”

Yes I know, but she was small enough at this point still I didn’t bother. I won’t make that mistake again!

The poor kitty still is without a name. I am pondering Titania at this point . . . Queen of the Fairies!

I wanted Demona (from Gargoyles) but John again doesn’t seem to think the kitty is in fact a demon.

NuKitty has a vet stamped and certified vajayjay! So now she needs a name. The vet’s office said they were expecting something good, given our other animal’s names.

So for now she is Baroness Tangina Gretel Von MewMew!

Von MewMew because I called her MewMew for the past week or so.

Gretel is a play on Grendel, which John wanted for a boy.

Baroness Tangina is not only a royal name, to go along with the only other girl in our house Princess Bumbles, but it’s a reference to a movie character. Can you guess which one?

John’s latest suggestion is Grendel, cause NuKitty is a face eating monster. He likes to bite your nose, your ears and anything else attached to your head.

The problem now? I don’t think it’s a him. John was sure from the moment he brought the kitty home it was a boy, because the litter was very mixed colors and it takes 2 orange parents to make an orange female, but only one orange father to make an orange male. There were three black/mottled cats and 2 orange.

That, however, doesn’t mean they were all of the same parentage though. Mommy could have gotten around! There have been a couple wild orange cats around here over the years.

I have seen no signs of “ballage” since NuKitty came here. I keep watching and waiting for them to appear. Also from all the graphic “How To Sex Your Kittens” porn I’ve been looking at, I think it’s a girl.

One thing is for sure, the kitty is getting tired of being molested! If NuKitty is a girl, Princess isn’t the only one in the house anymore.

Galahad (our oldest) and Grim (the youngest who still is not fully people adjusted yet – we think due to abuse possibly -) don’t mind him. Galahad is actually interested in him, which Princess HATES. Princess thinks NuKitty is her baby it seems. She is always monitoring him. Nikko doesn’t seem to care one way or the other.

Percy and Moo Kitty are NOT fans. They hiss every time he comes near. Percy in fact has kept himself upstairs or downstairs the past two days. I guess he’s jealous that he’s no longer the only orange kitty.

John and I are still debating names. He wanted Peter since he came near Easter. Not bad. Then he wanted Romeo, I vetoed that flat. I said no way, I’ll just think about Lil’Romeo, we don’t need a cat named after Shakespeare (not a fan!) or a rapper!

I want to name him Oblio at this point. John doesn’t even know who that is. He just gave me a look and I said “seriously?” He should know this, he’s older than me!

Now he knows I had a rule in place, no more cats until one more of ours went to kitty heaven. But he also knew bringing this over would melt my heart. He said “Oh I was just bringing it to show you, I’m taking it back over in a bit.” Yeah right! He also knew I wouldn’t allow that, because one too many cats dropped off at the farm that take a liking to John try and follow him across the street and end up squished. Just last week someone’s cat was squished down the road from us (we actually think it may be the kittens father).

I have always joked I’m going to go work at the pet store down the street, as they are always hiring. I might need to for food discounts at this point!

I have 10 some pounds of turkey sitting in my fridge. Would anyone like some? I really don’t know what I was thinking, other than I’d never cooked a real turkey before, and the idea of grilling it made it a fun challenge. I’ve been having turkey sandwiches for two days now and I’m over it. I’d give it to the dogs, but it would probably give them the sharts. I’ve been told to make turkey soup out of it. I guess I’ll have to look up a recipe. I’m not much of a soup guy though, unless it’s egg drop or miso soup . . . tofuuuuuu!

Moo Kitty is now on my every last nerve. He is stilling peeing around the house, and we now realize he is doing it out of spite and to try and regain his lost control. Several times he’s done it right as I’m standing there too . . . the little shit. He’s no longer alpha kitty and he does not like that. The other three cats are now terrorizing him. Even the old 14 year old cat is jumping on him! I just don’t know what to do. I told John how are we to go away in January for a week, we’ll come back and he’ll have peed on everything!

Anyway, I got the Jesus lights on the front of the house. I’ll take some photos tonight and post them. I really want some for the bushes, but I don’t want to spend anymore money on lights. John wants to use the purple halloween lights, but I said they aren’t Christmasy enough. Maybe if we mixed some white in, but like I said, I don’t feel like spending anymore money.

I haven’t even started on the inside yet. I’ll do that later this week I guess (after the house gets cleaned).

*Update* He didn’t make the jury.

Anyway, Moo Kitty had his second surgery. He seems to be feeling and doing much better. He still has to gag down nasty pills. He is also still peeing in places he shouldn’t. He has a few places he likes to go. It’s odd too, as he’s not squatting and peeing. He’s shaking his butt and it dribbles out. I almost feel like he’s trying to spray and mark territory, which is why I feel he’s doing this out of spite more than anything.

I’m going to go buy a squirt gun and nail him every time he tries it from now on. Healing time and sympathy is over! He is stinking up the house and just being a shit as far as I’m concerned.

Anyway, I have wanted a pair of the below for years, but never bought them. I found some fairly cheap and finally splurged. Adult jammies with the feet just like when we were kids! Well almost. These button up, so no getting the peepee caught in a zipper.

I doubt I will wear them all that much honestly, as it isn’t something I can go walking the dogs in easily Well maybe with a coat and some . . . gasp . . . crocks it might work. That however is just a fashion disaster on so many levels.

I really got them to sit around in and watch Christmas specials and movies in

Let’s enjoy some photos of Moo Kitty when he was a kitten, and when he first met Percy.

John and I briefly discussed vacation alternatives should we not do the cruise, and it would be something local. I really would love to see Salem as well as Plymouth Colony . . . . however January might not be the best time of the year to do so! I also suggested Great Wolf Lodge in the Poconos. Heidi and I went to one in Wisconsin and it was so much fun. It’s basically a giant indoor water park/hotel. Plus there would be other things to do nearby, such as skiing. I’ve never done it, but think it would be fun. John is not a fan of the cold, and said I’d probably be over it in about an hour. Emily said I’d probably break my leg. Truth be told, both are probably right

John suggested New York and Broadway. “Priscilla Queen of the Desert” hits Broadway early next year. Broadway is always fun, but NY is a day trip at most. I have a hard enough time relaxing on vacations as is (my mind thinks about what I need to be doing and should be doing instead). Add in NY and you just have too much stress. I like NY, but it’s as I said a day trip. NY in January really isn’t much fun. It’s cold, windy, miserable and god forbid it snows. You can’t go anywhere because you can’t get a taxi.

While I have a good number of reasons to just cancel the cruise this year, many of them also become reasons to go oddly. I’m so stressed right now, that a vacation will be wanted and possibly needed by January. Plus it’s the only time of the year John and I can get away together and just both relax. Okay I try to relax as much as I can, but it would be easier honestly if we could go away during the summer like normal folks rather than the week before another school semester starts!

Aside from vacation ponderings, I have yet to motivate to decorate inside. John’s brother, who is now regularly here on the weekends, noticed I didn’t have the Halloween village out. I carried some of it up last night, and it sits in boxes in the living room right now. My friend Keith comes this weekend, so I figured I better put some of it out. Only a few pieces are going up this year, just on the mantel I think. In years past I’ve put pieces all over the living room. Truth be told, I just don’t wanna deal with taking it all down this year I might motivate to decorate while watching my shows tonight.

Our house currently smells like cat piss. Moo Kitty apparently has some abdominal swelling from the surgery the vet thinks is putting pressure on his bladder, which makes him feel like he has to pee a lot. So rather than making it to the litter boxes downstairs, he just pees wherever. I am however developing an alternate theory. I think Moo Kitty is just angry and is pissing anywhere out of spite. Given how much I paid to save his life, I am hoping the swelling theory is correct and this stops soon. Cat piss SMELLS and it never comes out. He has pissed on brand new carpet John put down on our steps and the kitchen nook, which now needs to be replaced. I am spraying and shampooing it as much as I can, cause it’s not going to be replaced till January when John is off . . . and the SMELL!

Our crotchety old neighbors are moving. Or they are trying to I should say. They are LOADED, have a nice house (set far back on their large property) and are either 1) going to get taken to the bank in this poor housing market or 2) just not be able to sell it right now. John says whether they can sell or not, they are moving. They had originally thought of dividing the land up into four plots and selling them as well as the plot their house is on (and thereby resulting in 4 new houses going up), but that hasn’t happened and probably won’t (because of the market I guess). However the option is there for whomever might buy it, the land has officially been divvied by the county to make it possible. To be honest, I expected to be asked to “take down some of my decor” outside, but wasn’t. These are the people that planted a row of pine trees, sending our house into eternal shadows and cutting off our sunlight, simply because when they drove in and out of their driveway they didn’t want to look at our house. They had an open house today . . . . I don’t think anyone actually came by from what I could tell.

Anyway, I leave you with some photos of myself, John and Princess I made with some monster morphing app I got off iTunes. Hey, these days, I have to get my fun where I can find it