Two Targets and a website search later, I could not provide my children with the Cardboard Haunted Mansion for cats. The Target employee who helped me said they suddenly started selling out. I blame it on the number of articles I’ve seen about the house.
However Target #2 did have a small in the lion mane I’ve been eyeing.
It has a certain rock star quality. I feel like Miles is channeling 80’s Bon Jovi. Side eye and snarrrrrrl.
Look at that hair toss!
He hates it, but I think he hates Olivia’s photo bomb more. Indignant!
Not to be left out, The Wigglebothum brings her dance moves to the stage.
Sookie also wore the wig, but her photo was just too sad to share. It’s like I broke a part of her heart.
There was a disturbance in the Force this week when Chewbacca actor Peter Mayhew died at age 74.
A re-enactment of the Force being disturbed.
Chewbacca always seemed like the ideal guy. The ideal guy if you’re into wookies.
“Chewy, is that you?”
Chewbacca always seemed like the right height, had good hair, made really interesting noises, and wasn’t as cocky as Han Solo or as emo as Luke. I’d date him.
On this May the Fourth we mourn the passing of Mayhew, but celebrate his contribution to the galaxy.
As per usual, Sookie sensed me opening the costume bag and used a Jedi mind trick to evade me.
“This is not the cat you are looking for.”
So my dead cat is in calendar. That’s not weird, right?
Once upon a time I used to buy page-a-day calendars because they were adorable and the scrap paper came in handy at home and work before all my lists ended up in my phone. I gravitated towards ones like Cuteness Overload which was a variety of animals being…CUTE and featured the word “squeeee” in many of its captions. I would also grab cat based dailies like Cat Fancy, the very literal Cat-A-Day and,of course, The Bad Cat calendar. The Bad Cat calendar was strictly for home use as some of its captioning was a bit too bad for school, hilarious but bad.
All of those calendars came with a submission form so that your pet could potentially appear in the next calendar. In fact, one year early in our relationship Bella Luna appeared in both the Cat Fancy and Cat-A-Day daily calendars. She was such a super model.
Certainly I must have submitted other pictures to other calendars over the years which would explain my mail. Workman Publishing has no idea how weird they could make me feel. I had literally just come in from running errands, one of which was to buy 50% off calendars. I stood in Barnes & Noble debating over the last copy of Bad Cat an hour earlier. Now this!
That letter took a bit of contemplation before it made sense. Cosmo has been dead since 2009. So for at least 10 years whatever photo I submitted has been sifting around their offices, maybe physically, maybe digitally. I don’t know! I had no idea what my cat’s posthumous calendar appearance would look like!
Of course, I had to buy the damned calendar now!
Face palm. Eye roll. My poor Cosmo Cat! Immortalized as Yoda. Could be worse.
That was October 2008, a year before kitty cancer. I was hemming up parts of the costume for a friend’s pug and Cosmo wanted to be in the middle of it all. Modeling was the best way he could help. May the Force be with you.
I knew I had waited too long to buy pumpkins when I found that someone appeared to practically be living in them. The cashier told me that they had live-trapped a raccoon in the garden center that week. My concern, of course, was the two cats that roam the store. Everybody’s okay though including the raccoon.
Halloween snuck up on me. I realized the weekend before that I hadn’t even thought about carving pumpkins which is something I really enjoy doing. Life skills: gourd art. Typically, I steer clear of anything that seems to originate in the evil realm of Pinterest, but I did see this idea online and …well…it’s my life.
Successful pumpkin carving requires good Halloween based shows or movies although there was a point when I really wondered if I should be holding a knife and watching something with so many “jump scares.” I made it through the extended “Murder House” episode of American Horror Story’s latest season. Not bad in terms of jumpiness, but I am definitely being bullied by “mean girls” in my class that are annoyed that I am always an episode or two behind them. They want to talk about it now! They are not going to be happy to hear that my DVR shit itself last Wednesday and didn’t even record the next episode.
Since Halloween seems to be the only horror movie that any channel will air, I headed to Netflix. I’ve seen all the variations of House on Haunted Hill and read the related Shirley Jackson book, so I was drawn to a new series The Haunting of Hill House. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Don’t watch this with a pumpkin carving knife in your hand. Do watch it alone on your couch in the dark. I only lasted two episodes that night because it was late, and because episode 2 had me sobbing to a point my stomach hurt. Warning: box of haunted dead kittens.
***Side note: This isn’t just a cat thing. I HATE it when the horror genre brings in animals, whether it’s the family’s pet or just a random stray who wanders on screen or that fucking horse in season 5 of The Walking Dead. It is always gruesome, upsetting, and completely unnecessary to the plot line. Stephen King, I’m lookin’ at you too.
Most of my usual work supervisors went to bed although I was able to pique Birdie and Olivia’s interest with some strategically placed treats. I may have to try again for our usual cats vs. pumpkins photo shoot.
My favorite photo is the tongue action in this shot. Happy Halloween!
The Target $1 bin never fails to amuse me. I know Birdie is grateful I shop there.
Tragic Unicorn is her look.
A herd of unicorns stampeding through my kitchen was just what the end to an exhausting day called for.
You can almost hear their tiny hooves.
However every story needs a little drama so I threw a shark into the herd.
Cue the music from Jaws as he scans the depths for treats!
duunnn dunnn… duuuunnnn duun…
duuunnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn
No! Birdie, look out there’s a shark!!!!
Shark: “Nope. I’m not messing with her. Movin’ on!”
I can cast the witches for MacBeth:
“Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.”
They are all about the tongue of dog.
Or I can continue the Catzilla franchise. Mini-Catzilla must sniff pumpkin!! Rowr!!
I went low budget, last minute, hard to decipher, work appropriate costume. Check the ears, the t-shirt, and the sort of tropical shirt. I did not have time to make six-fingered gloves.
I’m a Hemingway cat. Duuuh.
My non-Hemingway cats were less accommodating. All mommy wanted were some nice artsy photos with the pumpkins, but I got this instead.
Surly. “Happy fucking Halloween.”
Indifference. “What are we doing? Happy whaaaa?”
And a few for the Christmas card.
The costumes only fared marginally better.
And then the Bird just rolled with it. When you gotta go….
Olivia Wigglebothum gets her meow-stache in a twist over Christmas.
Up yours, Holiday Cheer!!
Full on Krampus.
I know when you are sleeping and I will gore the crap out of you with these stupid antlers.
***Can’t help but notice Birdie’s sad little snowman photo bomb.
Do you want to build a snowman?
Sad Halloween. Because the morning after is never pretty.
When nothing can make you fly high anymore.
There is only down and you fall from the heights that were your dreams.
What’s a witch without her cat?
Sad Halloween. Because the morning after is never pretty.
This looked better in Splash.
A mermaid trapped in a bathtub?
Over Prince Charming? I never even got to wear expensive shoes.
Dried scales and washed up dreams flushed quite literally down the drain.
****So really I wanted to shoot this in a kiddie pool in the backyard, but no one had one.
The bathroom was a bit cramped and I couldn’t get the angle I wanted because the door opened the wrong way. There was a fleeting thought while staring at the hinges of taking the door down. Fleeting.
This was ok-ish in the end. My tail was restrictive so there was no hopping in and out of the bathtub to reset things. If I couldn’t reach the camera from a seated position in the tub, then the picture wasn’t happening.
Yes, that is a fish pillow that I hollowed out a part of and installed a zipper in to create a purse for this costume.