Today Was Hard. Time To Reminisce A Little.

    Well, today was a hard day. Had to put my darling cat, Ceanna, to sleep today. It was the right thing to do, there was nothing that could be done for her and she was in so much pain. It was peaceful. She was already sleeping practically non-stop, so...it was peaceful. Still really hard though. I'm gonna miss her.

    I remember when she was a kitten, we used to call her "Monkey-Tail" because her tail was too big for her. She grew into it, mostly...it was still a little too long for most cats, but she pulled it off.

    We must remember that we didn't ever train her, she trained us.

  She used to sit on her cardboard circle and look around at everyone with an expression that said, "Bow down to me you peasants."

    Now whenever we hear knocking on the back window, we should be freaked out. See, whenever she wanted to come back inside, if we didn't hear her meow, she would knock on the back window. We'd be sitting there and then hear "tap-tap-tap" and go, "Alright, looks like Ceanna wants in!" First time mom was there when she did that, she was like, "What..?" It was funny. :)

    She also had issues with dirty socks. First time we realized that, she had come upstairs and was whining at me. So I followed her to the downstairs hallway. She plopped down in front of my brother's dirty socks that he'd left in the hallway and whined until I picked them up. Then she went into his room. Needless to say, dirty socks damaged her calm greatly. :)

    She couldn't bring herself to eat if the dryer was on, or if mom was in the kitchen. So we had to make sure to turn off the dryer when she wanted to it, if it was on. She also couldn't go up or down the back porch steps if the dryer was on. The warm air that blew over one of the steps seriously freaked her out.

     She used to come in through the back window a lot. During the Summers when the AC was going, we had to open both windows in order for her to be okay with coming in. If we opened both, it equalized the pressure from the AC. Otherwise she was like, "Forget it!" Because she didn't like that build up of pressure.

    She always knew when I wasn't feeling particularly great and would come comfort me. <3

   Her favorite music to listen to was the BeeGees. It made her exceptionally happy whenever I played that group. ^^

     Her favorite thing to play with was a Squeaker-Mouse. She'd go to town on that thing. She actually played with it so much the squeaker came out. I sewed it shut and it came out again. She wouldn't leave it alone. :) So I wound up duct taping it shut and she still played with it like crazy. We got her a new one and she refused to play with it for months. Looked at it like, "This isn't my mouse...."

    There are so many other memories. I could go on all day. But I'll call it good for now. And end with a picture. She used to love laying out in the yard among the Irises (<--especially here) and Daffodils, and also on the windowsill out in the sunshine.

    Have a good one.

Random Photo Edits ~

    Okay, so I mentioned in my previous post that my hair is starting to get reddish tints to it. I doubt it'll ever go completely red, maybe strawberry blonde if anything. But still, I felt curious: What if my hair was red?? And then I did a photo edit to goof-off just to see.

    But I kind of liked how it looks. So! I want to share. I'll post the original picture and the edit. I must say, I wouldn't look too bad as a red head. ^^ Anyway.

    Okay, and then this next one I call it my "Beetles inspired" picture. =3 It's pretty awesome. My mom thinks that I look like a Hippie here apparently.

    These next ones are ones done with some of my friends: Jane and Blake. Jane's is really just a contrast. Blake's is, well...she describes it as "Joker's wife" - haha!

    Haha, anyone else agree with Blake..? So the next one is done with a metal Faerie figurine I've had for a few years.

    Well that's pretty much it. Just because I felt like it. Have a great one - peace out! ^^

A Silent War (Story Time!!)

BEFORE THE STORY.

    Oh and my. It has been quite a while, oops. Blonde moment? xD Okay, so seriously. Been a while. Honestly, I actually temporarily forgot that I have a Blog. I'm blonde, need I say more? Although...my hair is starting to go a little reddish. Still mostly blonde though. Does that mean if it goes all red someday that I have to change my Blog name..? Well, I will always be a blonde at heart if anything. I'll still ramble like one, I promise! Hee hee, so I have to write about a story.

    But first! I remembered something interesting that I learned about myself. So for whatever messed up reason, I sleep best when I dream about something warlike. Don't ask me why because I seriously haven't the faintest clue. Anyway, I discovered that I actually sleep really good if I can snuggle with a wooden sword instead of a teddy bear. Like, seriously. It's so messed up. >.>''

    So! The story? Yes, it's about a silent, slightly psychological war with a SPIDER. o.o I hate those little beasties. With a passion. I used to play with them when I was little, and then...I was told about poisonous ones. Didn't know what "poison" was, and it was explained to me. Now I fear them. I've tried so hard to get over it. My friends find it kind of messed up that I know so much about spiders considering how much they scare me. Reason for that is: I used to carry around a magazine dedicated to spiders and read it every day and look at pictures and I even went to the internet to further that research. It didn't work. But the knowledge is supposedly useful..?

    Right. STORY TIME!!! Okay, so the story...I can't remember the actual dates for, it was a few weeks ago though. So I'll just say the days. And yes, this is a true story.

LOG ONE. Wednesday.

>>>Today I sighted something horrific. So horrific, I dare not speak...but I must. I spotted a spider. A black spider with orange on it. It scurried across the bathroom floor from the vent under the sink. I tried to kill it, but the moment I turned to grab a shoe it was gone. I know it's in there, just taunting me. Hiding, very likely in plain sight, just giggling with sheer delight that I can't see it but it can see me. It's waiting for the right moment to strike, I just know it.

LOG TWO. Thursday.

>>>I couldn't go in there today for like ever. I finally determined to put on my flip flops and spread a towel on the floor, it made it a little easier to go in. But still I was scared that the little beastie would come out and nibble on my toes and eat me! But that must be it's goal. To scare me. Maybe it'll eat me, who knows? But it's primary goal is to freak me out, I'm certain of it!

LOG THREE. Later on Thursday.

>>>It has now become psychological, this war. I can feel it watching me when I walk in there. Is it hiding under the sink still? Perhaps behind, or in the wall? I can't see it, and I hate it. I had to tip-toe in there because of my paranoia.

LOG FOUR. Friday.

>>>It's still going. I had to wash my hair today though, and that was freaky. Because I had to kneel on the tub and put my head in there under the water. That's practically making myself a target for the spider! I should name this spider. I know. George the 2nd. In honor of Blake's spider, George. But yes, I felt exposed. I couldn't handle it. Finally I gave up on the idea of conditioning my hair, and just did the shampoo. Stupid spider.

LOG FIVE. Saturday.

>>>George the 2nd is not dead yet. However! I felt fine to go in the bathroom today. Is he even still in there..? Needless to say, I washed my hair properly today. Now, where is the spider if he isn't in the bathroom anymore?

LOG SIX. Sunday.

>>>Still no signs of George the 2nd. But I know he's still in the house...somewhere.

LOG SEVEN. Monday.

>>>While pacing the hallway today outside of the bathroom, I came to an abrupt halt and felt compelled to look in the crevice of one of the hall corners. And lying there in wait to pounce upon my toes...yes...George. That stupid spider finally showed it's ugly face. I told him stay put, and he did. Three hours later someone came to help kill him. My brother. He kill the spider. But it was a long, painful battle. We couldn't get him. So I told him to squirm around, and the spider tried to make a run for it. But finally after like 10 minutes, it died. Mostly. By the time we squished him completely...well, it was just long. I find that we are now the victors, and yet I feel...incomplete. I wasn't the one to finish him and his wretched little plans off. But at least we can all sleep better tonight. Rest in pieces, George the 2nd. A moment of silence for an unusually  strategic spider.

LOG EIGHT. One Week Later.

>>>I find myself wondering something. Is the silent war truly over, is it? Could George the 2nd really have been a Georgette and laid an egg sac..? I hope not. We'll investigate soon.

    Well, that's the story. Hope you enjoyed! ^^ I'll post again later.

    PS, Happy Late New Year! Don't you just love the fact that it's 2012..? This ought to be an interesting year.