God, I am such a cat person. There’s no denying it. Cats complete me. Strong-willed, independent, and full of personality. I squee when I see them in windows and I always get a meow back.
I love all three of my kitties. They are all so very different and so very necessary to my health and happiness. Nothing beats a bad day like purr and fur therapy:
- Emily- Because she’s fat, snuggly, and obnoxious. She’s an endless source of howling and watch keeping and really likes being near one of us no matter what. She’s my soul and when she looks up at me, it melts my world into a million pieces. I simply can’t got a day without her and if I even go a couple of hours without seeing her, I simply call out, “Emmy Bug” and she comes out from wherever she is for a snuggle.
- Sam -Because she’s sweet yet spiteful, always hidden in the shadows but doesn’t hesitate to come out for brushes and snuggle time when it’s on her terms. She dotes upon Matt and tolerates me. I accept that and allow her to love me the way she needs to. As long as I can scratch her chin every now and then and tell her how pretty she is.
You could say the girls are Matt’s cats.
- Then … there’s Diesel, who stole my heart the moment from the milisecond we brought him home that snowy December afternoon. He’s a menace, an acrobat, a limit-pusher, a player, a fighter, a fetcher, and a heart throb. He has the worst gas you’ve ever smelled in your life and when his motor gets going, you can hear it down the hall (his name suits him well). He dotes on me and ignores Matt, who says, “Your cat” about everything. He greets me at the front door every time with a “What’s up?” and curls up on my chest/neck when it’s time to go to sleep at night. It’s pretty safe to say that we are madly in love.
In other news, Matt and I went to Elkridge Furnace Inn for our anniversary dinner tonight. Matt didn’t care for the food despite loving brunch and our wedding reception. Me? Let’s just say I broke the bank on this one and will have to teach at least five Spin classes to burn off this menu:
- Baby Spinach topped with Smoked Duck, Dried Cranberries, Pistachios, and a Port Wine Vinaigrette–Holy Mary Mother of God was that vinaigrette the best thing I’ve ever eaten! I wanted to lick the damn plate! In fact, the salad was perfection in itself. Absolutely stunning.
- Gnocchi Provencal with tomato, garlic, shallots, basil and white beans–Delicate and well-balanced. I absolutely loved the combination and the gnocchi was perfect.
- Portabella Mushroom and Walnut “Baklava” with lavender honey served over a root vegetable and white bean ragout–This was amazing. Oh my god, like something out of a dream.
- House made truffles and coffee. Yeah, I ate ALL the truffles. There was no bringing those home. Ef that.
That being said, the Spin instructor only eats whole grains and lean meats and veggies and fruit. Right? Right.