Saturday, November 8, 2008
The letter C
When given a random letter, can you put up six things (or 10) related to you and to that letter. Things you love.
Well, Cousin Deet has assigned me letter "C" so, not being nearly as creative as Deet, I will do my best...
OK, C is for CATNIP. It was my plan to cut down the catnip plant today so that I can dry it and have entertainment for my 3 cats to last through the cold weather. Problem is, it's so damn cold outside that I'm a wimp and don't want to go out. But having written this, maybe I will be compelled to go out and do it. I even googled catnip this morning and learned all kinds of interesting stuff. Like when a cat encounters catnip, it usually sniffs it, rubs against it, licks it & finally eats it. It's actually the sniffing that gets produces the high, it's believed that cats eat catnip to bruise the catnip & therefore release more of the nepetalactone. The high produced will usually last between five & ten minutes.
C is for CANDY. One of the things I love. One of the things that makes me like a little kid. Baby Ruths, Peanut M&Ms, RED swedish fish, red licorice, chocolate Neccos. Dark chocolate covered caramels from Trader Joe's. Fruit slices from Malleys, especially the red ones. There is not much in the candy category that I don't like.
At the risk of being slightly redundant, C is for CAT. I was raised as a dog person and like most cat people who did not grow up with cats, I had to live with a cat to fully appreciate what they are all about. When I lived in Toronto, my friend Larry and I shared a cat named Kitty. Original, huh? We had an extra bedroom that had a big piece of carpet in it. When we vacuumed (a rare occurrence), we would always find like 30 rubber bands and paper clips under the carpet. We don't even know where they came from, but Kitty would find them and hide them there. Since then, I have owned many cats. Spunky was my first when I moved back to Cleveland. A beautiful calico, she was so loyal to her family (me) and was not so nice to anyone else. When I got married, she accepted David as a member of her family. When I got pregnant, my sister advised me to get rid of Spunky, cause you can't have a mean cat around a baby. Well Heather was born and Spunky immediately accepted her as family. Same with Joe when he came along. Right now we have Bing, the outdoor cat, and Missy and Milo, the indoor cats. We learned, after acquiring Missy and Milo from the APL together as tiny kittens, that most cats have an "M" on their head, so they were aptly named (by Heather).
C is for CHINESE. Who doesn't love Chinese food? Mmmmm. It's been a while since we've ordered chinese. I'm realizing as I write this that most of what I love is either edible or an animal.
C is for CHIMPANZEE. My favorite thing when I go to the zoo. I could just sit and watch them forever.
And last but not least, COUSIN DEET, for being the fun, caring, involved, interesting person she is and for getting me into blogging. Visit her blog at themarmaladegypsy.blogspot.com, but I figure anyone who gets onto my blog already gets onto hers!l