A Devlin in Devil’s Clothes

blissfully aware

it’s a perfect fall day. tonight is the night of the wedding of the season. no, the wedding of the year. no this is the night of the wedding that will end all weddings.

No, it’s not my wedding.

I have to go buy a bazillion birthday cards today, because that’s how many people in my family have october birthdays. I also have to buy purple nail polish for my toes, clean out my car and get a haircut. So, it’s going to be a fun day.

This picture was snapped last night. I love it because I love my cat Miles so much. And sometimes on rare occasions I think that he might even love me back.

sorry dog people

I fucking hate squirrels

So, my favorite thing about being home is the opportunity to water and prune my plants, get some chores done, and watch the birdfeeder.
Ok. So not too many birds in that picture, but I think you get the idea. Bird feeder. Birds. Hours of amusement. Every once in a while in the past I’ve seen a squirrel out there, among the birds, picking up whatever has dropped on the ground. Today, however, one of those squirrels got greedy. Look at him… looking all smug, staring at me while I snap the picture, as if he’s the smartest squirrel on the planet. Not even me yelling from the window for him to “get the hell offa there you stupid squirrel” deters him. He even starts to get fancy and do squirrel-like tricks like hanging from the house by his hind legs. But then something happens. The bird seed starts to deplete, making it more difficult to get to. No amount of footwork seems to fix this problem. So there is only one thing left to do. I’m not sure at what point it happened or how or what was going through his little pea-brain, but smarty squirrel ended up INSIDE the house. Whether he thought this was a good idea or not after the fact, I don’t really know. He kept eating away at the remaining bird seed while a few winged friends watched in amusement from the garage roof. I know I was at the peak of bird-house watching enjoyment. I moved outside to get a closer look at the action. As soon as I made my move, the squirrel had a panic attack inside the house. He couldn’t find his way out. I moved closer, too entranced by the scene to snap a photo, until he squirreled his way out and vanished, never to be seen again. I am glad he’s gone, but that sure was fun.

coming soon

squirrel gets stuck in birdhouse and other hijinx.

Hell is freezing over

Look! My cats are sitting on the same floor at the same time!

I have no angle

Observations on a new apartment.

A) I am not disorganized, I just didn’t have enough space for all my crap before.

B) To the chihuahua living next door, or I assume you are a chihuahua based on the high yip-yip factor of your bark, which usually wakes me up somewhere between midnight and 2 a.m.:

The only thing saving your life is that I wish no violence on animals.

C) Green carpet isn’t THAT bad.

D) There is a honeymoon period where you want to vaccuum every day and do your dishes right away and keep all of your books looking orderly and arrange your drinking glasses in perfect rows so that when you open the cabinet it takes your breath away. I’ll let you know when it’s over.

E) Home Depot: why are you so terrible at making copies of keys?

F) No matter where I live, T-Mobile’s coverage is spotty in one part of the house and perfect in another.

G) I can now accept visitors from out of town. We have enough floor space to accommodate a family of gypsies or maybe some illegal immigrants.

H) My cats are now existing peacfully in the same apartment. Most of you know that Miles and Molly are mortal enemies. I’d hoped that both would form a bond following the trauma of having to move. After roughly two days of PTSD (not eating and consequently not venturing to use the litter box, hiding in very dangerous places – in a pile of boxes, inside the record player console), both cats slowly emerged from their crisis modes. Miles, enjoying the soft carpet under his paws, would run around the living room with his tail straight up and then just plop down anywhere his heart desired. Molly definitely stays to the back two rooms, while Miles seems to own the living room and dining room. These days, when it’s time to eat, they both run into the kitchen together and eat within two feet of each other. This, my friends, is a breakthrough. Molly will still hiss at Miles, but there are so many places to hide, rooms to escape to that higher ground isn’t necessary. So Miles seems less scared which I think gives Molly less of an incentive to keep bothering him. It’s as if she’s the Tin Man and Miles is the cowardly lion and they both just got to see the wizard (Which is really funny because the green carpet makes me want to call the apartment the Emerald City).

Devlin

What’s this? A cat person posting photos of a dog?????? WTF

this thing we call morning

Nearly every morning a steady stomping can be heard from the upstairs. This isn’t the normal I’m-walking-across-the-living-room kind of walking. It’s a steady stomping-in-place kind of stomp. It happens for about five minutes and then stops. I don’t think it’s anything dirty, but it is kind of strange.

Meanwhile, on a completely unrelated note, someone I know is a new mom today to a dog. I endeavor to post photos for you when I meet him. Off to take some Allegra!

the calm after the tree

we ended up getting a bigger tree than I had envisioned. Molly was more curious than Miles for whatever reason.

I am a fan of the white lights. No judging!