My Very Own Blog

I have been having some issues with Blogger. But after many attempts, I think I got it! You see, when big sis "Susie Cupcakes" got her blog, I became very middle sister and wanted a blog of my very own. It's only fair. But no blog for Danny (Danny is the wee one in the family).

So who am I? A crazy cat lady? Yes, and so much more. I just turned 25 and live in a classy one-bedroom apartment (pics to follow someday soon) with my Team. They are stray, gay, and most importantly gray. Besides my meow-mix, I work as a dietitian at an Eating Disorders treatment facility. It's interesting work and I was thrilled to get the job two months ago. I have a boyfriend who is a scientist/garage builder/property owner. He suits.

And now, some history. The acquisition of a team.

Team Gray: The Backstory

Toonses was a cat I decided to foster back in the day (circa 2000). This was after a roommate and I had killed two hamsters and felt bad in a dirty way. We needed to foster a cat to prove we were not some sort of mammal killers. So one day I came home and there was Toonses with his rugged good looks (i.e. puffy fur) and scrappy ear (bit of an ear mite situation when he was living on the streets). We bonded intensely. He loved me and only me. I liked that a lot. Sometimes he would even spit on people he didn't like. Over the past five years he has become far friendlier, but still reserves the occasional spit for a select few. I should mention Toonses' original name was Puddy 2. This was gross. Toonses still doesn't know of this indignity, as I think it would be truly distasteful to him. Hopefully Puddy 1 was also re-named.

Stevie came along a couple years later. Big Sister, aka Susie Cupcakes, had been fostering him, but was moving to Raleigh, NC and needed to find him a new foster home. I had met Stevie and found him delightful- a charming gray kitten. Stevie and Toonses fell in love soon after meeting. They enjoyed making cat piles, cleaning each others ears, and generally being gray together. I brought Stevie to one adoption fair and ended up adopting him myself at the end of the fair. My Mom had previously forbidden me from adopting any more cats. So for the next two months she would ask, "When is Stevie's next adoption fair?" and I would say "mmm...two weeks". How tricky I was! But she has since fallen in love with the Stevie and often tries to convince me to leave him with her when I visit home.

So for the past three years, I have lived in gray harmony with my team.

Go Team Gray!