Ramble Ramble

My cat, Bailey, disappeared on Sunday. We haven’t seen him since.

I’ve had Bailey for almost 9 years. I got him the summer after I graduated college, from an acquaintance who realized she didn’t have time for a kitten. I grew up with cats, and as soon as I had graduated and was living on my own, I knew I wanted one of my own.

It was nice to have Bailey to come home. I was living alone for the first time in my life, and while I enjoyed it, it was nice to have an energetic kitty to greet me when I came home from work. He was an energetic cat, but small. Even now, at nine, he never got over 10 pounds–long and lean.

Bailey moved around the country with me. We started in Tucson, moved to Connecticut, then to New Jersey, then to San Diego. Airplanes, cars, and moving trucks–whatever I had to do to bring him with me, we made it work. He hated to travel (I think he meowed the entire drive from New Jersey to California), but then, very few cats seem to enjoy traveling.

Bailey isn’t what you would call…friendly. I think it took him about 4 years to warm up to N.C. He doesn’t tend to like visitors–more often hissing at them than purring for them. He can’t seem to stand the kid. He gives Jackson a WIDE berth, making giant arcs to avoid walking too near him. He only likes being petted a certain way, hates being held, and pretty much is a jerk most of the time.

But at the end of the day, after the kid is asleep, Bailey wants to be near me or N.C. Every night he sleeps with us (pinning me to the bed more often than not). I’m used to his little warm body next to me at night, or the patpatpat of his feet on the kitchen floor above our bed as he eats a midnight snack, or the galloping sounds of him playing on the stairs. I’m used to him chasing us up the stairs, and meowing when we don’t give him a piece of the chicken we’re eating. I’m used to having a kitty in my lap while I watch tv.

It feels a little colder without him in the house. It’s definitely quieter. The thought that something bad has happened to him is constantly at the edge of my thoughts, making me more melancholy than I really have the time to be. Worse, the thought that I won’t ever get to say goodbye to him breaks my heart.

My hope is that someone in the neighborhood found him, or that he’s hunkered down somewhere, and we’ll get him back. But despair keeps edging hope out, for reasons I don’t fully understand. Maybe it’s because he’s an indoor cat, or because we live on a big road, or because he’s older and not quite as spry as he used to be. Maybe it’s just the fear. Even though I know lots of people who had a cat show up again after 4,5,6 days (or more), I fear that that won’t be the case here.

I hope to God I’m wrong. I hope that he shows up, scared and hungry and pissed at us. I hope I don’t have to whisper my goodbye to the wind, and hope against hope that he knows I loved him.

So after the debate tonight, I thought for sure I’d write a political post. I mean, there’s just so much tragic funny stuff there.

But for whatever reason, I’m still trying to keep the peace around here in case my family ever reads this, so instead I’m going to go the happy picture route. I thought I’d share a few of my favorite things with you guys.

I can’t even adequately express my love for this purse. Made by a designer based out of North Caroline, I found this purse at an art event focusing on kick-ass accessory designs. All the bags by Holly Aiken spoke to me, but this was the one I ended up getting. Made from vinyl (this thing is practically indestructible), it’s big enough to hold everything a girl could need without getting overwhelming. And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been stopped on the street and asked about this thing. I love it.

Oh, how’d he get in here? I do love the little munchkin…even if he likes to attack our napkins while we eat. Now where were we?

Yes, those are pickles. Yes, I love them enough to proclaim that affection on my blog to teh interweb. When I was growing up, I could literally sit down and eat a whole jar of pickles. I would have a bowl full of pickle slices for an afternoon snack. Or an after dinner snack. or, well, an anytime snack. As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to restrain myself to one or two (maybe 3 if they’re small). I know, I’m weird. You still like me though right?

Ok, something a little less weird. I adore music. Seriously, music has played a major role in my life (I’ll be posting about some of those roles in the next few weeks), and I can’t imagine not having it around. So, the delights of satellite radio are pretty much a given. This is the cheapy player we have for the car, to go with the cheapy one we have in the house and, yes I listen to it online. I’ve had Sirius for almost 5 years now, and it’s one of my absolute favorite things.

Ooh, is this the first picture of me I’ve posted on the blog? I think so (please ignore the messy hair…you’d think I could have seen I needed a comb!). Anyway, the favorite thing here isn’t me (though I’m pretty great). No, it’s that thing in front of my face. I’ve only had that camera for a little over a month, but I already love some of the pictures I’ve gotten with it. More than that, I really love the way it has enabled me to look at the world differently. I can definitely see that photography could easily grow into something more than an occasional hobby at some point in the future…and I might be ok with that.

So there you have it, a small sampling of the things I love. How bout you? What’s some of your favorite stuff??

Let me apologize in advance for this post. I’m about to be one of those girls. I know there are a lot of people who can’t stand what I’m going to share.  I can’t help it, but I am sorry.

Just look at that face and you’ll see the problem…

I know, I know. But in my defense, this little monkey is often the only interesting thing in the house. And since I’m trying to figure out my new camera and teach myself the basics of photography at the same time, I’m in desperate need for interesting subjects. And plus he’s so pretty.

He can be a difficult subject to shoot though. He likes to move a lot (I’m not so good with the action shots).  He tends to like to get right up next to my face and away from the camera lens AFTER I’ve got the shot all figured out (I’m not so quick with the camera controls yet). Oh and there’s the little matter of him being a little shit. Wait, that doesn’t really have to do with the photography thing. But it is true.

Oh, who am I kidding, we have more pictures of the monster than we do of ourselves, scenic vacations and most likely our wedding combined. How can I help myself?