Halloween is just around the corner, and that means another year will be coming to an end soon too. The Fall season is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the cooler weather, the festivals, and the way people seem to be more relaxed after fighting a hot summer.
Also Season 2 of the Vampire from Hell series is taking shape as well. That’s very exciting news!
Granted, we have 47 more days until Oct. 31st, but as you can tell, I’m counting down the days. Are you? What your Halloween plans for 2019?
Being undead sometimes sucks. It really sucks. Maybe that’s not the best way to start this blog entry, but I’m beyond giving a sh*t about being prim and proper. I’m a vampire, a Vampire from Hell no less and I should be able to make my own decisions. The boys, as I like to call the men in my life – J, Death, Michael, Blick, and Ashton – can all take a flying leap off the nearest mountain.
Okay, maybe I should simmer down. I’ve been through a lot lately and I shouldn’t be upset with the fact that I’m truly dead. I don’t mean dead as in undead vampire. I mean dead as in Death escorted me out of the room sort of dead.
On my way to Starbucks yesterday, I stopped at 7-11 for some gas. I watched a guy at a pump across from me eating a hot dog and standing close to the front of his car while I got gas for my car and hoped in. I was about to pull out when I heard a sound that is unmistakable if you are a fan of cats. That high piercing screaming cry of a kitten.
When the guy pulled his car away, another lady and I discovered that the kitten (shown here) was under his car, screaming for his life. I’m not sure if he dumped the kitten off, if the kitten crawled up in his car and dropped out when he stopped, or if it had been wandering around the parking lot most of the morning.
It didn’t matter really. I had made a decision, one I don’t take likely when a rescue happens, and one I knew my hubby would be pissed about. I gathered up the little guy and headed to the vet.
He checked out at the vet, so I was able to bring him home. My hubby had texted me, knowing I’d do it anyways, and said he was fine with it. Hubby knows after 3 rescues that I don’t take “no” for an answer. It’s the only thing that I won’t compromise on, but I don’t do it very often. This is the fourth rescue in our twelve years of marriage 🙂
Now, here’s where you come in. For now, I’m calling the kitten “Lucky,” but we haven’t figured out yet what suits him best. If you’d like to take the poll below and help me name my 7-11 kitten, please do so. Thanks 🙂
We decided after getting votes and talking about it that the kitten will be called “Lucky.” Thanks for all the votes everyone!
This week has been an unusally crazy week, weather wise especially. We got several inches of snow and ice Monday night and it’s shut things down. In the South, we don’t have salt to take care of clearning the roads. We usually get by with sand. And with the temperatures being in the teens, sand doesn’t really help.
JJ, my dog and I got out each day to slip and slide on the ice. He’d pull me along and when I’d start to slip, I’d step on to the grass and crunch along in the snow. My dog decided quick trips around the block was all the walking he wanted to do. And I had to agree with him. Even in my double layered pants and shirts with a coat, gloves, scarf to boot, it was still cold. The wind was the devil this week with its howling every day and its bitter sting on my face. That is not something I have felt a lot in the South. I took this snapshot of footprints frozen in the ice.
But I have to admit a week of snow and ice in February is a nice change of pace. I was starting to get spring fever early, too early and this helped remind me Winter is not done with us just yet. I think my cat had the best idea on how to deal with the weather. He got to stay inside all week. Click here to see a photo I snapped of him that I put on my Tumblr page.