If we were having coffee, we’d be sitting on my front patio in the beautiful morning sunlight. I’d probably be in my pajamas groggily drinking my morning tea and watching my new kittens scamper around.
Yes, I have new kittens! I got them yesterday from one of my patrons at the library. There are two girls–one calico and one grey–and they are adorable! I already love them so much! They’re to be outdoor kitties. Last night, I got them set up in their new cat house. They’re still adjusting to the new surroundings–they freak out if one of our other cats comes near them. But they’re starting to play and explore in our flower gardens, so it’s only a matter of time for them to be settled. I don’t have names for them yet–any suggestions? Continue reading →
It looks like our weekly coffee date is happening a few days early! Our assignment is to write a post as if you’re in a coffee shop… little do the heads of Writing 101 know this is something I do every week. Given that it’s an assignment and I’m quite busy this weekend, let me make you a cup of something… What is your favorite drink? I want to make sure I have it…
If we were having coffee, I’d let you know all sorts of trivial things. We got four inches of rain yesterday. My older brother took me to a pro baseball game in Minneapolis the other day. (The Twins lost, but it was still fun!) My younger brother called me from college and we talked on the phone for over an hour. I’m going to the Renaissance Festival on Sunday and a concert on Monday. (I’m in for a busy weekend.) We’re reaching the peak of orchard season, which means work life is high stress.
Mostly, though, I’d gush about my kittens. The momma keeps moving them from bush to bush. They’re starting to wander around, so she has a hard time keeping them in one place. Yesterday, during the thunderstorms, she moved them into the woods. This morning, I practiced my herding abilities and lead them back to a warm cat house. They’re getting very tame. If they hear my voice, they come over and crawl on my lap. We’ve slowly been giving them names. So far, we have Herman, Charlotte, Pip, and Carlos. We already have people lined up to take two of them, which is sad, but I’m glad they’ll have good homes. Do you have any name suggestions for the remaining three?
Hanging with my girl, Charlotte!
Herman emerging from the bushes.
This was taken over a week ago, so they’re much bigger now. Carlos is the light orange one and you can see part of Pip’s tail… she’s black.
If we were having coffee, I’d let you know that it has been so fun getting to know you. I know, it’s hard to truly get to know someone over the internet, but over the past few weeks I have interacted with so many wonderful people because of Writing 101. I love the assignments, but I think it’s even more fun seeing how you all respond to them. I’ve never been much of a commenter before this course and I’m finding that I like being pushed out of my box. It makes for great interactions! Thank you so much for reading and engaging with my blog, but more so, thank you for writing such wonderful posts of your own.
Now that I’ve chatted a bit, I’d like to turn things over to you. If we were having coffee, what would you have to share?
If we were having coffee, we’d be lounging on my couch watching rain dribble down the large windows of my living room. My hands would be cupped around my favorite mug covered in Shakespearean insult typography and yours would hold a mug shaped like a large, round penguin. (I hope you like penguins.) Our chat would be a quick one–I have to head to work soon.
After exchanging pleasantries, I would probably spend a great deal of time complaining about the heat. If you live the tropics or desert, you’d scoff and roll your eyes. It’s perfectly justified–eighty-five degrees and humidity, no big deal. But, you see, it’s September. September means sweatshirt-and-shorts weather–the best kind. I don’t think it follows the rules of fashion, but there are few things more satisfying than wearing a sweatshirt and shorts. Is this a Minnesota thing? Or do people where you live do this too? Anyways, as much as I love summer, I am ready for the weather to cooperate with the season. The time for heat is past.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my younger brother, Sam, went back to college. In typical little brother fashion, he’s really annoying and drives me crazy most of the time. I would tell you about the weird/creepy things he does, but am reluctant to post such things on the internet for the sake of privacy. So, if we ever meet in person, you’ll just have to ask. I’m going to miss having Sam around. This summer has been the most time I’ve spent with him in four years, since I started college. We worked together every day and now I’m the only child in the house. Who am I going to fight with now?
If we were having coffee, you would hear all about the kittens we found this week. When you live on a farm you usually have barn cats. Our resident mama cat, BooBoo, is pushing fourteen years and has stopped having babies, which means childbearing duties have fallen to our other female cat. She’s had multiple names over the years, but we’ve finally settled on Gollum Kitty due to a cough that persisted most of the summer.
To say it nicely, Gollum Kitty isn’t the most intelligent feline out there. She’s also quite small, despite being two years old. When I heard little mews coming from the bushes by my house, I was shocked to find not a kitten or two (which is usual for Gollum Kitty), but SEVEN. They’re only a couple of weeks old, but their eyes are open and are just starting to explore. Five of them are white with different colored spots, one is sandy with white feet, and one is all black.
When I visit the kittens, I feel like a little kid again. All I want to do is pet them. Last night, during the groggy moments between sleeping and waking, the kittens were always on my mind. I woke up this morning to a thunderstorm and my first thoughts were devoted to their safety. (It turns out, my dad got up early and moved them from the bushes to one of our cat houses. So they’re safe.) It’s only been a day and my parents are sick of hearing me gush about how much I love the little fur balls. They’ve charged me with taming them–a task I’m a little too excited about.
I just glanced at the clock and it’s time to head to work. But before I go–what would you share if we were having coffee?
“You really have it made,” I told Paco, who is yellow and as apathetic as a stuffed animal, as I gave him the best pet down he has ever experienced in all his nine lives. “I mean, all you do is sleep all day. You come into the house, something none of the other cats get to do, you lay on this chair, and you sleep for hours on end. You always know what your next meal is and you don’t get tired of eating the same food every day. You always have people petting you. You don’t have to worry about things like work, school, or money. You don’t have to make major decisions. You don’t even have to think. You’ve really got it made.”
I’m a bit envious of Paco, actually. He doesn’t have to think about things. As much as I value having cognitive ability, there are times when all I want to do is flip a flashing red OFF button on my brain. Sometimes–scratch that–most of the time, I think WAY too much. This only gets worse when I have serious things to ponder: what I’m doing with my life, if I should go back to work at camp this summer, what books will I bring to school this semester, etc. You know, not-quite-real-adult problems. In a few months, they’ll be but tiny blips on the surface of my life. But, for now, they seem massive–an ever-looming force that induces panic when touched by thought. If you don’t think about them, they fade away. But, unfortunately, there is no OFF button in my brain and I’m certainly no cat. I can’t close my eyes, lift my head to be scratched, and let the burden of possessing thoughts fade into oblivion.
If I was busy, all the cares floating around in my brain would fade into the background. But spending days on end cooped up in your house usually gives way to boredom. That’s what you get, though, when you live in Minnesota during winter. The temperature dips to ridiculously low degrees (we’re talking -20 here) and you’re unable to go anywhere because your car won’t start. And, as wonderful as the Internet and Netflix are, they only keep your thoughts occupied for so long.
In four days, I’ll be back in school, surrounded by friends, with plenty of textbook reading to keep my mind busy.
Until then, I’ll continue to pet Paco and try not to think too hard.