Our Little Monster

So we have a kitten and her name is Bailey. We have had her for about 2 months now and when we got her she was so sweet and cuddly and had wrapped Spencer around her little paw which is a miracle in itself because let’s just say he’s not exactly a cat lover. And now, it is 2 months later…and she is 2 months older and the sweet and cuddly thing lasted well, for about the 1st 2 weeks. So instead of calling her precious, or darlin, I now call her my little monster. Trust me when I say she has earned the title, it’s like one morning she woke up and something clicked inside that tiny little kitty brain of hers that is just screaming “ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK!!” My bed skirt is ruined, my brand new beautiful sheets ruined, my feet have been attacked one to many times under the covers while I am sleeping peacefully and when we decide to go to bed is when she decides to finally remove herself from her position on the couch and zoom around our room like the biggest dog you have ever seen is chasing her. Now you would think there would be a simple solution to our problem. Which there is… and that is to lock her out of our room. But wouldn’t you know that she doesn’t agree with that solution, and neither does the safety of our bedroom door.

This is when I decided that we had to do something. Spraying her with water is a good short term fix but it lasts all of about 5 minutes and it’s like her brain erases what just happened in that same exact spot she just attacked like it was taunting her from across the room. So I bought spray on cat nip… it’s like happy juice for kitty’s. And it worked fabulously. I sprayed it all over her scratching post which up until this point she has had no interest in what so ever. I mean come on, why scratch the ugly carpeted thing when you have beautiful bedding to destroy right? Anyhoo when I say it worked fabulously I meant fabulously as in for several hours there was some relief from crazy kitty behavior. She was all over that thing like white on rice (ha ha) and then it was over…. Just like that we had failed yet again.

Our next solution was a lovely little item called soft claws. Soft claws as seen below you would think are the answer to all your problems.

The reviews on them are great and they are harmless and pain free to your rambunctious kitty. Essentially, they are nail covers that glue on. So I invested the $22 in this product and after quite a bit of struggle and growling (Bailey growls by the way… weird right) on Bailey’s end we had successfully glued those supposed miracle worker’s on. And then I released her from her blanket wrapped prison and one by one she got those suckers off with her sharp little dagger teeth. By the time we went to bed she had 3 left that she could not rip off. By this morning there was only 1. Needless to say we did get some pretty good sleep due to her distraction.


So now we are back to square 1. Really there is not much else to do besides squirt her with the water bottle that doesn’t seem to have much long term effect on her and wait out these next couple of months and hope she is just in her terrible 3’s in kitty months and this will all just be some forgotten nightmare soon. Don’t get me wrong. We love Bailey and Spencer still adores her, because after all this it the first cat to literally capture the pet loving part of his heart, and we wouldn’t change adopting her even if we could. I have faith in her to be the kitty we know she can be, and she still has those moments that make you fall in love with her all over again. After all she is only 6 months old. Things will only get better from here is what I here from all the cat lovers out there. Just a simple shout out to those cat lover’s though, “You BETTER be right.”

Next purchase…$15 cat repellent. I’ll keep you updated on her reaction and our now dwindling bank account.

"We're going to Kentucky"

It is exactly 25 days before I get on a plane to go and visit my family in Kentucky. I am so excited I’m not even sure there are words to explain how I am feeling right now. There is however one thing I am not looking forward to on this trip, and that is getting back my accent(which wouldn't you know of course Spencer loves). Slowly I have lost my good ole fashioned country accent, there hasn't been a trace of it for years . Ok there is...but only when I say the word ruin apparently. And wouldn't you know that I'm one of those people that seems to use that word quite a bit. Just ask any of my friends and I'm sure they would be more than happy to give the demonstration on how I say it, I however will not. But it never fails that whenever I go back for a little vacation I leave sounding like Elly May from the Beveraly Hillbillies. But after a week I'm usually good as new with the exception of course of "ruin".

So I haven’t seen my parents, my little brother and grandma since my wedding, so it’s been about a year and as far as the rest of my family is concerned it’s been almost 2 years!! Mostly I just can’t wait to give my little brother the biggest hug I have ever given him. Last time I saw him I was in my wedding dress and the little munchkin wouldn’t even come near me. At the time John Morgan, my brother, was about 2 and a half and had of course fallen madly in love with my flower girl as she was a little over 3. And apparently, at some point during their 4 hour love affair they had decided that she looked like a beautiful princess and that I a scary witch. A WITCH… maybe Glenda the good witch from the Wizard of OZ, but not a mean ugly witch that wants to boil little children in stew. Now according to my mother up until this point John Morgan had never even heard of a witch let alone know what one looks like… leave it to the flower girl to steal my thunder ;) . I mean it was pretty heart breaking to not say good bye to the kid so I just hope he is prepared to get one of the biggest hugs and sloppiest kisses ever.

I am also really excited for Spencer. He misses my parents and little brother almost as much as I do, and can’t wait to see them. It will be nice for him see the rest of my family again as well. Before we got married he had only met them once before, so of course it was a little nerve racking and uncomfortable. But now he is officially one of us so all he has to do is sit back and enjoy the entertainment of which is my family. … I mean I give us some credit but come on… we are from Kentucky after all.

This is a little song we used to sing on the way to the Kentucky fair. Corny I know...but what can I say I still have a little hick in me I guess. Like they say, you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl.

We're going to Kentucky
We're going to the fair
to see the senoritas with roses in their hair
so shake it baby shake it
shake it if you dare
we're going to Kentucky
we're going to fair!