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Mr Cuddlepants

Cole — Wed, 02 May 2012 02:25:19 +0000

Mr. Cuddlepants is my nickname for Phantom. One of many, actually. It is a somewhat patronizing nickname; although, it’s also suitable. You see, Phantom loves to cuddle his mommy and, as his mommy I love that he loves to cuddle. But he has certain requirements. He only cuddles in the bedroom and usually only if I have a specific blanket on the bed. When I say cuddle, what I really mean is that he kneads in proximity to me. See, he was separated from his kitty mommy too early, so he kneads and sucks on blankets like a kitten would. Often, this kneading leads to claw marks on his human mommy, but I try to deal with it because I like being close to him.

While Phantom remains curiously aloof with other people, we have a strong bond. In fact, my roommate has never even heard him purr. If you visit, he’s friendly. He’ll come right up, smell you out and then promptly leave when he’s figured you out. There’s no doubt that he’s a smartypants. There’s a reason why he looks so intelligent and I always describe his cunning and his badassery.

Yes, I’m still talking about a cat.

He is mentally and physically at the top of his game, boys and girls.

But, behind the bedroom door, he is Mr. Cuddlepants, a little boy who loves his mommy and shows it in a very specific way.

Phantom’s Box

Cole — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 11:04:26 +0000

According to “The Internet,” you should include photos in your blog, possibly at least one photo in each post. Now, that sort of seems like overkill to me but you know I’m all about the words (AKA I’m a wordy bitch) but I figured it couldn’t hurt to improve your day with some cat shots. After all, my friends looove when I send all sorts of cat images to their phones!

So, this is Phantom’s box. I call it Phantom’s box because Phantom loves it. I’m so creative, I know!

Phantom’s box originally contained a shipment of Pure Romance goodies for review. The packaging was pretty and smart, consisting of crimped strips of paper and tissue paper. I temporarily left the box on the floor and, before I knew it, Phantom decided it was his bed. When I’d go to bed, he’d come into the room and crawl into his, a tiny ball surrounded by pink.

It remained Phantom–and only Phantom’s–bed for a while until Goliath discovered it. Then it became sort of warped, the sides flexing outward at the weight of his bulk. Goliath will sometimes sleep next to the box when Phantom is in it or they’ll have a licking-turned-fighting moment where Goliath will take over the box.

Phantom hasn’t been in his box as much lately. He likes my new bedding but, last night, I woke up and he was there again so I think I’ll keep it around.

Phantom is a Freak

Cole — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 00:02:04 +0000

So, if you have cats, they probably like to drink from tubs and sinks and puddles and God-knows-where-else even if the water dish is overflowing. I even have a friend whose cat will only drink straight from the tap so she keeps it dripping all the time.

Thus, I wasn’t surprised when I pulled back the shower curtain to see Phantom come waltzing up. I figured he was there to drink the tub water (eww, anyway). I was toweling myself off in the tub, as I like to do my dripping there and not on the rug when I feeel…

liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

On my thigh. Shower and a bath. Thanks!

Copycat

Cole — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 02:05:10 +0000

In true little brother fashion, Goliath takes after his big brother. Phantom has always slept in certain spots, usually right up against the wall. Goliath now does, too. Phantom started sleeping on top of the TV a few weeks ago; now Goliath tries to join.. but usually falls off because Phantom is the small, graceful one and Goliath is just big and awkward. Phantom used to live on top of the fridge a while back, until Goliath took it over. I think it’s cute but I’m pretty sure Lil P isn’t quite so thrilled. He always has to find new spots but sometimes I still find them curled up together and get a picture like this one:

Oh, hi

Cole — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 21:09:04 +0000

Still here? Me, too. Just counting down the days until I can see my husband. I haven’t mentioned much because, in some ways, the coming of the end almost came upon me suddenly. Not that I want to put it off. I’m so over this deployment crap.

And the being alone crap but I had a bit of a reprieve when Jenn and I (and Matthew!) had lunch at TFI Fridays on Sunday. We also stopped at Petsmart, oohed and aahed over the kitties and I finally got something to keep the kitty food in. Phantom has yet to figure out how to chew through/open the container. ;)

Also, Phantom how has his own Twitter account. >_>

It’s a cat.. burglar

Cole — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 06:35:49 +0000

So I went to get the mail a bit before 11 and as I’m unlocking the door to come back inside, I hear something inside the bedroom. It’s really loud. Loud enough that I actually pause to think “Did I leave the door unlocked? Am I being burgled?” So I open the door and nothing. No one. I turn on the bedroom light to see Goliath standing on one nightstand; the lamp and alarm clock are knocked over on the other and I assume Phantom was someplace under the bed. I don’t know what they were doing but as they say.. the cats will play. ;)

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the little things

Cole — Sat, 02 May 2009 22:44:08 +0000

It’s just that everything is fucking pissing me off lately.

Yesterday the A/C stopped working. I think it took me a while to notice and by that time, night had fallen. No biggie. It wasn’t super hot so I i turned on the fan in the bedroom when I hit the hay and it was actually a really comfortable night. I call the office this morning and someone comes out around noon. Apparently, the big ol’ A/C compressor outside was out of freon so it froze over. Maintenance popped open the panel on our wall and I see a 1 inch thick – at least – chunk of ice the size of our air filter and right behind it. Everything needs to thaw so he returns in an hour, replaces the filter and fixes up the freon outside.

I know it’s not the end of the world but don’t you think that is something to keep your eye on before your tenants have to call you?!

On another, sort of good note.. Phantom will be fixed on Wednesday. It’s only a week after they originally said. I only had to call them a dozen times and leave two messages before someone called me. back. Only. Ugh

I cannot wait until he stops the meowing, the aggression, the spraying and everything else. I want to love my cat again!

Surprise!

Cole — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 06:08:43 +0000

Not the good kind like “I found $20 in my winter coat pocket” but the “Oh, shit! The condom broke type.”

Despite the fact that we were told. Despite the fact that we should not have taken him home otherwise. Despite the fact that the adoption center was billed for it..

Phantom is not fixed.

In hindsight, this explains everything (the aggression and yowling). It also means there will be an end to the sleepless nights. However, I now get to deal with the spraying because he’s gone into heat so the damage is already done. Luckily, it seems the adoption center will take care of it Tuesday/Wednesday but this is totally crappy in the meantime. I hate locking him in the bathroom at night but what else can I do?

I look forward to having my sweet, quiet, non-abuse kitty baby back.

You know what would be awesome?

Cole — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 08:57:28 +0000

If Phantom would shut the fuck up. Besides getting a muzzle of breaking his skull, what can I do to make this cat be quiet?

I’m Okay

Cole — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 02:37:27 +0000

No one needs to freak out like Samantha did when I told her I had a nose bleed. She start sobbing because she didn’t want me to die and wouldn’t believe I would be okay. Now, my sheets on the other hand haven’t done so well. I suppose it’s not big loss because they kept shrinking every time I put them in the wash anyway, so a new set would be nice after all.

I also made it home alive, if not a little delayed. I’m not sure who it was who decided that a major airport should be built in Chicago but I think this person was a moron. The weather is never, ever good for flights. I worried about the weather in Wausau being bad for my flight with what should be worse weather but all my delays were due to Chicago’s weather. At least I experienced a nice rainbow while waiting for my last plane – I sent the picture to Twitpic but, apparently, it didn’t work. Boo.

I definitely feel like a bad mommy. I could tell my kitties were very upset that I had been gone so long so I do not plan to do that to them again, despite the fact that Samantha wants me to come home in May, for my birthday. I’m not sure if ‘home’ is the right word. For the past couple years, I’ve felt like home was wherever Ryan is so I definitely feel displaced for the time being. Anyway, the kitties are better. I cannot believe how big Goliath has grown; Phantom almost seems small! As bad as I feel, they have developed some bad habits while I was gone so I shall need to retrain them.

Speaking of Samantha, she was exhausting as always. Didn’t like me to leave or have friends come over. We played a ton of Maplestory and she spent pretty much her entire Spring break with me. It was fun and frustrating at the same time. And loud. Always loud.

So it’s pretty quiet around here. I think we’re car shopping and I found a Maxima for a really good price on Craigslist. The seller has since dropped the price and it would be a steal but I think we’re going to get a Carfax report first, just to be safe because it almost sounds “too good to be true.”

Now that I’m home, I can get back to watching Netflix on the Xbox (it was here when I returned! Yay!) as well as writing reviews and finally finishing up the rest of the content on Her Realm. I know you’ve been waiting super patiently. I, on the other hand, have not so I think I shall begin on that right away.