I am used to being followed by a passel of cats like a crazy cat lady. But I have new visitors that have proven their dedication to being with me. Always
It is interesting to me that creatures that are meant to be less intelligent than me have better survival skills
Just like the evil character in that video game Fables, I am surrounded by flies. Flies with great instincts. Welcome home, little buddies.
Trash Fridge the Finale
Just like that weird song based off of those bible verses, there is a season for everything before you have to turn on it (or something?). And this was the season to empty out trash fridge. The fridge was so fecund with trash that it really couldn’t accommodate anymore even if I had wanted.
I gathered some support:
And faced my figurative, and more than likely literal, demons.
The heavenly light is like a taunt
Did I mention that there is a freezer that came with my refrigerator?
cause there is
Things were relatively fine. I managed to wage war with an oozing black liquid that reminded me of Hexxus from FernGully: The Last Rainforest
Remember me? I was just in hiding again
But like every war there is a particular battle that essentially determines the winner. And when it came to the final foe in The War of the Garbage Fridge (2011 -2013) I honestly couldn’t be sure who was going to come out the victor: me or vegan chili in the back of the fridge.
Before you start looking at following pictures, please play the following song.
But at the end. What was once filled with only garbage was left, a little shaken, a little barren, but filled with some edibles:
And this was the only expression I could think of that would accurately sum up really the whole experience.
Spot is letting me know that the person I truly let down was myself
Filed under apartment, food
Outside of this:
Funemployment has taken a dark turn to focus on Dre, cats, and Microsoft paint
I found the perfect welcoming sign to hang on my door to the apartment. If my neighbors weren’t concerned and confused by this
I can only imagine how they feel about this:
despite being a lady, he insists on calling me “dad”
And the boy that I am referring to?
My bouncing baby cat-son.
Happy Father’s Day, ya’ll. And happy Father’s Day to me, Liono calls me “Dad” after all.