Showing posts with label Tashacat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tashacat. Show all posts

Friday, July 27, 2012

Nikki Post: Kitty & Pup

Let the parade of pictures begin!

Tasha is a big fan of lying on us to sleep because Steve & I make great furniture. She also loves showing her belly but doesn't like her belly to be rubbed for too long. :p

Tasha on Steve's leg, contemplating why her bowl is always empty when she wants noms the most.

Tasha LOVES "sbuggling" Steve, especially his bare legs. I tell him it's because he's just as fuzzy as she is. ;)

Even though it's not *really* allowed, I like to let Eva go off-leash at Babi Yar Park. As you can see, she LOVES it. Eva especially loves it when someone chases her. She run loops and loops and loops around the person, even if they've stopped running. Happy, happy dog. :)

Of course, too much running around makes a little pup sleepy, and our sofa makes the perfect bed.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Armadillos in the News

Hi everyone!!!! Sorry for the lull in action, but Nikki grounded me from using the computer because Tasha and I ate her clover, then Tasha threw up all over the floor, and I didn't clean it up like I said I would. Honestly, how she can hold a stuffed armadillo to the same standards as a living armadillo is beyond me. Nikki is insane. But!!! The terms of my imprisonment are over, and I'm starting off strong with a great story about one of my cousins in the South.

Brazil has announced that its native three-banded armadillo will be the official mascot for the World Cup in 2014!! The "tatu-bola," as it's known in Brazil, is an endangered species, which is a pity, because it's so cute! (See below)


Tatu-bola was chosen because, when frightened, it can roll itself into a tight ball...like a soccer ball! How appropriate!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Interlude: My Relationship with Tasha



Tasha and I have a...complicated relationship. For some reason, she enjoys kneading me, rhythmically, with her claws. She purrs the whole time, goes into a kind of trance. Nobody - not Nikki, not Steve, not even Cocoabob the Bear and Eeyore - will stop her.


But when she's done, she's calm and not so whiny and loud, so I guess it's ok. After all, I love her. :P

Saturday, August 27, 2011

WE HAVE A NEW APARTMENT! (pt 1)

Nikki finally got most of the apartment clean enough (for her) that she let me take some pictures, showing off the new place. She said the other rooms that aren't shown here (bedrooms, bathrooms) are still too messy, so I'll have to wait to show you guys the rest of the place. Let's get this tour started!!

 
This is our kitchen! It's nice and big and has a lot of cabinets. There's also two circle rugs on the floor, partly for color and partly so when Nikki cooks at the stove, her feet and knees don't hurt. (So she says.) There's a dishwasher and an electric stove. You see the sink on the right? The counter it's on is open to the dining room, which is open to the entryway and the living room. Nikki, like all good Italian women, likes entertaining people and feeding them. This way, she can cook in the kitchen and talk to people in the living room at the same time.

[Nikki Note]: The nicest part of our Baltimore apartment was that the huge kitchen opened up (more or less) to the living room area. We had an apartment before where the kitchen was tiny and closed off, and it made hosting parties really difficult sometimes. Hard to socialize with people when you're stuck in a kitchen the size of a hallway.)

Our super-cool fridge! Representing Baltimore with Steve's Orioles magnets. We also have a lot more magnetic poetry words, but Nikki hasn't put them all up yet.
 

There's a closet in the kitchen that houses a washer and dryer. It's a weird place for a washer and dryer, but Nikki says she's just glad they don't have to take all their stuff to a laundry room somewhere else in the building.

Tasha's food and water bowls: the most important part of the kitchen.
 

The dining room! Well, the area we have the table and chairs. A great Craigslist get! The sixth chair was busted, so Nikki and Steve only got the five. Luckily, we have four more from their old dining room set, so it all worked out.

[Nikki Note]: Now we just need friends to come over and have a meal with us, and we can finally use the table as more than a catch-all for mail!


Steve didn't know what this part of the entranceway was for when we first moved in. When you come into the apartment, there's a coat closet to the left; the doors are mirrors. Then there's this next to it. Nikki finally figured out that it was a BAR AREA!! Like, for booze and glasses! How classy!

[Nikki Note]: Note the two different kinds of coconut rum. ;) The glass mugs are from my friends Kelsey and Chris's wedding; they had them custom-made. STILL don't know where the wine glasses came from. We've just always had them. Margarita glass from my friend Audra...even though I don't drink margaritas. ;P The little basket holds our keys. Always having a regular place to put them makes them easier to find.
 
 
A REAL, WORKING, WOOD-BURNING FIREPLACE!! I can't wait until it's cold enough to use this! Tasha and I have already decided we're going to make s'mores.
 

LOOK AT THIS AWESOME COUCH!!! Do you remember the heinous couch we used to have at the Baltimore apartment? The one that Steve's mom bought for him from Goodwill when he was in high school? The one that was torn up and dirty and hideous? THIS IS NOT THAT COUCH! There's a loveseat, and a little corner nook (where I'm sitting), and a couch long enough for Steve to stretch out on (mostly). Still needs some breaking in, but it's so much better than what we used to have!

[Nikki Note]: It was a total steal too. Seriously, it may have fallen off the back of a truck. We bought it from a liquidator. They lost the original carton with our set inside. They reordered it and delivered it, about a week and a half after we made the purchase. They're lucky I didn't have to get all Baltimore on them!
 

Surprise! The ottoman opens up to reveal a storage bin full of Nikki's art stuff! (And an armadillo.) Now instead of having books and coloring books and markers and sock monkey supplies and magazines in various stages of being read spread out all over the floor in the living room, they can go in the ottoman. ...Let's see how long this plan lasts. ;)

 View from our super-big balcony. We're on the second floor, and there's two ponds with fountains right outside. Lots of trees and plants. It's a nice place to sit.

Best part of the porch: since it's got a concrete floor, we can have a propane grill right on it! Steve put it together, but we haven't used it yet. Hopefully it actually works.


Tasha LOVES to spend time on the balcony. Since the slats on the fence are too close together to allow her to jump out, all she does it poke her head out and survey the land below her. Sometimes, she just lays out there, chillin'. I think she likes just being outside because she never got to do that out in Baltimore.

[Nikki Note]: Just an FYI: Steve and I always check on her and make sure we know where she is at all times when she's on the porch. She's been very good about not trying to jump to her death, and we've reinforced that by yelling at her and carrying her off the porch if it looks like she's going to try to hop on top of the ledge.

 
I'll finish up the tour (for now) by showing you some of the community amenities that we have here. This is a pic of me, chillin' poolside. Armadillos in general may like to swim, but I don't. If I get wet, I go into the dryer, and I always get dizzy when I'm in the dryer.


There's a small gym near the pool. Steve likes to work out here all the time. Always comes home smelling terrible. ;) Personally, I don't exercise. I don't need to, not just because I'm a stuffed animal, but also because armadillos don't have a lot of body fat. Go ahead...be jealous!

Once everywhere else in the apartment is more "acceptable-looking," I'll be sure to take some more pictures for y'all.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Nikki Post: We're Not Dead, I Swear

Hi all. Sorry Claire and I have been incommunicado for a week or so. We FINALLY got all of our furniture here (yay!), although we still have several boxes to unpack and lamps to purchase. I'm also working through a temp agency right now, so I haven't had as much time to take Claire on adventures. Speaking of adventures, Steve and I are taking Tasha to the vet tomorrow because ever since she's gotten back from the kennel, she's been scratching and licking herself up a storm. We don't see any fleas, but I want to know what's wrong with my kitty.

There's a great park right over the parking lot from our apartment that I plan on taking some pictures in, and we recently visited Cherry Creek State Park, which has swimming, boating, picnicking, and hiking. I'd love to take Claire there; I think she'd have a ton of fun.

So thanks for your patience! I swear I'll be entertaining you all again soon! <3

Friday, August 19, 2011

Homecoming

Tasha and I have safely returned (escaped) from the kennel. I think Tasha and I both have colds, so Nikki's going to make vet appointments for the both of us on Monday. She kept profusely apologizing when she picked us up, because it was obvious that both Tasha and I had given up all hope of her ever coming back.

The first couple of days weren't so bad. It was just me and Tasha, hanging out, not doing much other than sleeping and eating. I kept asking the kennel "care"-takers if they'd mind letting us out so we could wander around and stretch our legs, but apparently, no one there spoke armadillo. On the third day, a Persian named "Mr. Fluffyface" (that poor, poor cat) joined us in another cage (cell). He was an ok conversationalist but tended to brag about his pristine living conditions up in the mountains. After she couldn't take it anymore, Tasha finally asked him why, if the mountains and his house were sooooo great, he was stuck in this kennel by a damn water park like us? That shut him up, which was both good and bad. We had sort of gotten used to his nasally intonations. He left a few days after and blew us a raspberry behind his owner's back as she carried him out the door. Good riddance.

By day six, we were convinced that Nikki was never coming back. She had said that she'd visit us, but we later found out that the staff had told her that it'd be "too confusing" for Tasha and me if Nikki came to visit and then left without us. I can see their point, but it's rough being far from home and surrounded by unfamiliar people and the haunting noise of howling dogs echoing from wherever they housed the dogs.
FINALLY Nikki came to get us, apologies spilling from her lips. It took about 45 minutes in traffic to get to our new apartment, and Tasha was a PSYCHO the WHOLE RIDE. She just wouldn't shut up!! I started to worry that she had forgotten who Nikki was, but I think she was just so elated to be out of the kennel that she couldn't sit still and couldn't keep her mouth shut.

It's taken Tasha a few days to adjust to our new home. It's a huge two bedroom apartment with a big living room and....A FIRE PLACE!! How cool is that!!?? I'm totally roasting marshmallows when it gets cold enough. There's also a great, big deck attached which overlooks some trees and a pond. Tasha is enthralled and loves being outside, something she never really got to do when we lived in Baltimore. Of course Nikki doesn't really trust Tasha as far as she can throw her; my cat friend must be supervised at all times to make sure she doesn't see something interesting and throw herself down two floors to the brush below. Honestly, I don't think Tasha's stupid enough to escape, but I DO hold her in high esteem, so...we'll see. So far so good.

Nikki says that since they still don't have all their new furniture and the place is basically still kind of a mess, I'm not allowed to take any pictures of the new place. BUT!!! I had Tasha take this one when Nikki wasn't looking.

This is from my first day back. I was shocked that they had so much stuff, and that Nikki and Steve managed to get it all into the apartment on their own!!

Nikki assured me we should get most of the new furniture this weekend, so keep an eye out for me giving you all the grand tour!!

To end this blog on a super happy note, here's a postcard that Nikki's mom Diane bought for me:

The resemblance is striking.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Nikki Post: We've Arrived

Spoiler Alert: We didn't die in a tornado.

We all arrived safely in Colorado on Friday (8/5). My aunt, uncle, dad, mom, and Steve all helped pack the storage unit with almost all of our earthly belongings while I was left to drive Tasha to the kennel for a short stay away from Pam and Rob's place. (Apparently, I'm not considered fit for lifting.) Claire, along with the stuffed mouse (Mousey) that came with Tasha from the SPCA and the purple fairy blanket that she loves, is with her at the kennel, so the rest of the entries will be from me for a while. I can only imagine the stories she'll tell when she returns.

Here's the scoop: we're staying at Steve's aunt and uncle's place in Evergreen (see map below) until we find a place of our own in Denver.


Chris and Lori (my "aunt" and "uncle") peaced outta town right after helping us put everything into storage, while my parents stayed until early this morning. We took them driving through Rocky Mountain National Park (pictures to come). They explored downtown Denver on their own. Rob and Pam had them over for dinner last night, which went rather well, I thought. Of course, having two different sides of the family meet for the first time is always nerve-wracking, so I babbled much more than I usually do (which is A LOT). But everyone seemed to like each other, and the meeting was a success. I dropped my parents off at the airport this morning; Mom cried, which I figured she'd do. They arrived safely in Baltimore this evening.

Steve and I spent about six hours today looking for a place to live. Either the places were too expensive, didn't allow cats, or were in sketchy neighborhoods. We left some voice messages and sent some emails, so we'll see how that goes. We originally had this long list of requirements:
- 2br, at least 1ba
- cat and dog friendly (we want to adopt a dog soon)
- gas range on the stove (b/c neither of us can cook very well on electric, having never grown up using it)
- guaranteed parking
- NOT in an apartment complex
- prefer single-family home or townhome
- no more than $1150 (and that's pushing it) with at least some utilities included

After only two days of serious searching, and four days on a guest bed without our cat, we're starting to drop our standards. We want to keep the 2br so we have a guest room/office, and the price range has to stay the same. If we can't adopt a dog, so be it, but we need the cat approval. We'll learn how to cook on an electric range, and if we have to live in an apartment complex, then fine. We'd at least like one with high approval ratings on ApartmentRatings.com. Having lived in a fantastic apartment in Parkville, MD for so long, I had forgotten how AWFUL and frustrating it is to find somewhere new to live.

I have a final job interview tomorrow at a local university, so I'm going to iron this shirt I dug out of one of my boxes of clothes and call it a night.

Kansas Tried to Kill Us

Eventually, Kansas got a little boring. VERY VERY pretty, but occasionally boring. I think "car fever" (like "cabin fever," but in a moving vehicle) was starting to set in, because as we drove down that long, long stretch of I-70W, it started looking like the road was driving into nowhere, into the horizon, INTO A NOTHINGNESS SO PROFOUND THAT MY TINY ARMADILLO MIND COULD NOT COMPREHEND IT.

(Click on photo for full nothingness effect. Photo credit Steve.)

Just as I started realizing that there WAS an end to this road and not a complete drop into the end of the world, GIANTS WITH HORRIBLE, FLAILING ARMS CAME INTO VIEW AND SURROUNDED US!


Tasha was sleeping in the backseat, snuggled up on Steve's pillow, which was on the floor of the car behind the passenger side seat.


I don't get it. We'll be on flat land, nothing interesting going on at all, and she'll be roaming all over the damn car, meowing her head off like she's warning us the British are coming, but when rotating monsters in the horizon are preparing to attack, she sleeps through the whole ordeal. CATS.

Nikki finally explained to me that the giant things were "wind turbines," which the state uses to generate natural energy. So rather than burn a bunch of coal, which causes a lot of pollution, to make electricity, Kansas takes advantage of the fact that it's flatter than a squirrel on the double-yellow line and uses these turbines (like windmills) to get electricity. Knowing that they a) weren't trying to attack me and b) creatures being used for good calmed me down a bit.

 SUNFLOWERS!!! (Photo credit Steve. As always, click on the picture for a better view.)

So there we were, innocently driving through Kansas, admiring the beautiful and bounteous sunflowers that grow all over this part of the country. We had passed through Nothingness and Wind Turbines, and the future was looking promising....

THEN THE STATE TURNED ON US WITH A CLOUDY VENGEANCE!

Dark clouds began an epic assault on our soft, white, fluffy friends and smote them mightily. We were driving into something awful...

SOMETHING LIKE A TORNADO!!!!

The Wicked Witch was coming for me! She was obviously furious that Nikki and I escaped her trap in the poppy fields and was going to finish the job she started by sucking us up in a tornado and taking us back to Oz! Once the rain started falling, Tasha woke up (she HATES storms) and started meowing, so for quite some time, there was chaos in the car.
WILL WE SURVIVE?!?!?!? You'll have to wait for the next post to find out!!!!!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Missouri: An Abbreviated Part Two

Because of my love of football, I insisted that we stop off at Arrowhead Stadium, home to the Kansas City Chiefs. LeRon McClain, formerly of the Ravens (*SNIFF!!*), will be playing here in the fall. (We didn't see him unfortunately.) We also stopped by and took pictures of the Kansas City Royals' stadium because it was right next door.

 I'm a rebel.

 Kauffman Stadium. That day, the Royals beat the Orioles mercilessly. At this point, playing Baltimore is probably like beating a Little League team of 5th graders: unsatisfying.


Click on the picture to enlarge. Then you can actually see me!! (I blend in really well with the posts.)

On our way out of Missouri, we saw yet ANOTHER giant cross! I wonder how many of these are scattered throughout the Midwest. I also wonder if you can climb steps to the top. That'd be cool.

Before we left, we stopped off at a rest stop for a stretch and a bathroom break. Nikki thought that giving Tasha a stretch break would be a good idea too. Tasha didn't really agree.

Next up, KANSAS! All we've been hearing from anyone who's driven through the state is that it's flat and boring. I can't imagine that it's that much worse than Illinois....

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Midwest Beckons...I Yawn

The second day of our journey was much better than the first. We spent a good amount of time in Ohio. I...don't really have much to say about Ohio. I spent a lot of the driving time in the backseat of the car, while Tasha (undrugged) wandered around between the front and back seats. 



Here are two things I remember about Ohio: seeing a sign for "Baltimore" and being told we couldn't stop there...and leaving Ohio.


 I guarantee you that Baltimore, OH is not NEARLY as big or as gangsta as Baltimore, MD.

You're welcome!

We ended up in Indiana after that. I was pretty stoked about this because Indiana is the home of the Colts, which is the team that runs around on the field while Peyton Manning wins football games. I'm a big football fan in general, a Ravens fan in particular (Nikki wouldn't let me be anything else), and I adore Peyton and his giant forehead. After much whining on my part, Steve got us to the stadium using the GPS.

 The Man, the Myth, the Forehead

 Tasha HATES being in big cities. I think it's because she finds the long, steady-speed highway drives to be soothing, whereas there's so much going on in a city that she quickly gets overstimulated. She grew up in the 'burbs; what do you expect?

 Didn't see Harold, Kumar, OR Neil Patrick Harris! Pity.

Finally!!! Lucas Oil Field - Colts Stadium!!



That was all we did in Indianapolis. We couldn't do lunch, since we had the cat, so we just kept on driving. Sadly, the city was the high point of Indiana. I can't even write a blog entry about Illinois; Nikki and I slept through it. Right before I passed out, I remember thinking, "DAMN! That's a lot of corn!"

A couple more pictures from Indiana:

 This terrifyingly large cross is bigger than the buildings around it. It's not an illusion brought about by depth of field or anything. People in Indiana apparently LOVE Jesus.


Man with INCREDIBLY unfortunate last name buys TEN billboards in succession, which will be seen immediately upon entering the state of Indiana. Nikki and Steve kept giggling about it and making references to them the entire rest of the day.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Helluva First Day!

I started off the day fairly confident that things would go well. Tasha was given her 1/4 of a tranquilizer pill, and while Nikki and Steve packed their cars, I watched the cat to make sure she was doing ok. Unfortunately, the pill seemed to tweak her out more than just driving in the car would have!! She kept stumbling around and meowing and looking at me all cross-eyed with this sad look of betrayal on her face. Now, I haven't been stoned before (armadillo's honor!), but it's my understanding that you should just chill out and go to sleep. Tasha was fighting it though! When we got into the car, I sat in the box we had made for her, and she wouldn't lay down with me! She kept stumbling all over the car and climbing on Nikki while she was driving. Nikki's a bad enough driver; she doesn't need a stoned cat flopping on her while she's trying to steer.


We ended up having worse problems than Tasha; Nikki's air compressor went out, and we had to spend about FIVE HOURS at the dealership, waiting for them to fix it! I don't know what everyone else did, but I ended up stuck in the damn box the whole time, listening to the mechanics' crappy rock music and ROASTING. Luckily, armadillos are used to high temperatures, so I just curled up and waited it out.

Finally, we finished up and headed out. Steve put Tasha in the box with me again, hoping that all the stress of wandering around an unfamiliar place would've calmed her down enough to sleep.

I'm not as comforting as I previously thought. :P

After a pit stop for gas and bathroom visits (Tasha and I decided to hold out for the hotel instead of risking a gross disease in a rest station bathroom), we FINALLY made it to the hotel in Cambridge, OH, about 88 miles short of the (from what I'm told) ultimate destination of Columbus, OH. We're staying at a lovely Comfort Inn, just off the highway.

(The Penske truck has our belongings in it!)

Quaint hotel behind ours
I made a friend! :D
After a long, EXHAUSTING day, we ended up at Ruby Tuesday for some good food (I had their salad bar) and DRINKS. Nothing soothes an armadillo's frazzled nerves like rum and Coke. I'm ready for bed.
Blurriness created to simulate my state of mind.
Tomorrow, I don't know where we're going, but I heard Steve say that he's not giving Tasha as much of the tranquilizer tomorrow as he did today. We'll see how that works out. I just hope I get a chance to get out and stretch my legs somewhere interesting tomorrow!!
PS: Tasha, unlike Kaya, did NOT lose control of her bladder. I guess cats are just better controlled than dogs. :P