It is no secret that I don't like cats. I detest cats. Cats could disappear off the face of the Earth tomorrow and I would not be saddened at all. Well, there is one exception....I love my grandmother's cat, Francois. But he's more like a dog (I know it sounds weird but he was raised with a plethora of dogs, is orange and HUGE and is declawed and he can bark. Well..... he would bark if he was capable. He is just that awesome). So, it goes to say that unless Francois moves in, I will not own a cat. That does not mean that one doesn't live with me.
I love my husband and when you start cohabitating you merge your lives, your belongings and your animals. I brought 2 dogs (now 3) and a fish named Taco (who, much to my dismay, passed a few months ago). He brought Beeza, his cranky, bitchy cat. Now don't get me wrong, I gave Beeza a fair shot at home happiness and prior to Jason and I moving into the home where we currently live, Beeza and I got along just fine. In fact for a while, she even preferred me to Jas and aside from a couple of peeing on my clothes incidents, I was actually beginning to change my views on the feline species. That all quickly changed when we moved into the place we currently rent. Then I began to see that Beeza didn't prefer me at all, she just thought she could dominate me in the little apartment that she saw as her turf. Now, on new ground, with new animals to compete with, she turned into the true She-Beast she is. She has peed on things, clawed the shit out of me (and Jas), shat in front of me and then purred as I cleaned it, made ungodly noises and pretty much did anything and everything she could to prove that cats should be eradicated. I know, I know. All the changes, she was bound to act out. But I have limits and there is only room for one bitch in this house and her name is Jennifer.
Needless to say Beeza is now an outdoor cat.
She moved to her new realm about 2-3 months after moving here. No, I didn't force the cat outside. Maybe I did mention it once or twice (okay, daily) but ultimately, it was Beeza who made the decision to live in the backyard. And let me clarify, I am not completely heartless to her. When its really cold, I try to get her to come in. When I see scary raccoons or hear her fighting with another cat, I try to break it up (and that's not just because I don't want to amass vet bills). I even feed her treats every now and then. Not that any of this matters to Beeza (or Bitcha as I have been known to call her). I can give her a big bowl of food and then try to pet her and get swiped at or howled at. She really is an ungrateful cat who acts just like a woman scorned. Na na na na Beeza, I stole your man and as much as you thought an interspecies love affair was happening, Jas never loved you that way.
This back story brings me to my current dilemma. Beeza has prayed to the evil cat gods and has had a hell cat sent to join her in her backyard kingdom. It started a few nights ago, Jas and I were hitting the sack early since we both had to get up for work Monday prior to the crack of dawn. We were just settling in when we heard it. This loud cat meow. I am not talking about the cute meow, meow but a loud "wake the fuck up right now" meow. First thought was that Beeza had got in the house and was trapped in a room somewhere. So we both hauled our asses out of bed and went in search of the cat. We searched high and low and came up with nothing so we figured it must be something going on outside and just let it go. But when Jas woke up, a new white and black cat was sitting at our backdoor, with Beeza sitting not 5 feet from it in her cat carpet tree bed thing, doing NOTHING to protect our land! It then scampered off, like it was just there to let us know that it is here and there is nothing we can do about it. It has since made the evil meow sound a crap ton of times, bolting me out of sleep at 3am and one time it was just sitting on our deck staring. It is creepy and of course Beeza is not doing anything because she summoned it here to annoy me even further. She knows I can't do anything about the annoying hell beast since anything I do could possibly harm her and Jas would harm me if something happened to his cat. She turned out to be a bigger bitch than I thought was possible.
Hello, my name is Jenn and I am being haunted by a hell cat.
.jpg)
Recently, my mom cleaned out her craft/hall closet and unearthed these pillowcases. She had bought them back in the 80's and just had never quite figured out what to do with them so she stuck them package and all in with the rest of her embroidery stuff where they sat for the next 20+ years. I guess that is lucky for me for they are now mine! Since I am in the process (well almost done actually) of my bedroom decor redo, this was an awesome project to take on.
