My Husband is a Sucker for a Pretty Face

We have a wonderful cat named Puddin'.  Of our three cats, she is the baby.  She's also the prettiest.  I rescued her from the street.  My girlfriend and I were outside one day (back inthe spring of 2010) and she came running up to us, purring and rubbing up against our legs.  She has a gimpy back leg that looks like a club foot.  My gf's neighbor was going to take her to the pound but I couldn't let her go there and possibly not be adopted.  After all, who's going to pay over 100 dollars for a malformed kitten.  So I brought her home, locked her up in the bathroom, and posted on facebook that I had a free kitten. 

Let it be noted that I had no intention of keeping her.  In fact, my sister called right away and said she wanted her but couldn't pick her up for a few days.  Ken came home and had a conniption.  "We are not getting another cat.  Why do you always bring animals home knowing you're going to get attached and want to keep it?  Yada, yada, yada."  I quickly reassured him that my little sister was going to take her and that she was going to stay in the bathroom for a day or two. 

As the night progressed, Ken went to the bathroom a few times.  Every time took a little longer.  Finally, we were both in bed, me reading and him watching tv, when he got up to use the facilities again.  He comes back in and this is how our conversation goes:

Ken:  How badly do you want to keep her?

Me:  Well, she's pretty sweet.  I'd kind of like to keep her.

Ken:  Fine.  But you can't bring home any more animals.  If you do, I get to buy myself a $500 gun.

Me:  Okay. 

Ken insists that I was the one who decided to keep her.  I believe she worked her witchcraft on him and his cold, insensitive heart.

We have been the proud owners of this cuddly girl since then.  (It's a good thing because my sister got another kitten and left it with her loser ex-boyfriend when they broke up.  I hate the idea that Puddin' would have been his.)  I have been prevented from bringing home other animals because I don't want my husband to spend money we don't have on a gun.  I did let him get a bow though.

That's our baby girl!

Puddin' has been a wonderful addition to our little family.  Okay, I'm lying about the wonderful part.  She's a temperamental little thing.  She is great at doing the whole "you cuddle me and I'll kiss you and then I'll bite you" thing.  She gets crabby whenever we pick her up.  If I accidentally kick her because she's sleeping by my feet, she will bite my toe and hiss at me.  She stalks and attacks (gently) our old ninny of a cat. 

She's so witchy that when we sent her to be fixed, the people who picked her up thought she was a feral cat. 

She does have her good points.  She is about three and a half years old and still looks somewhat like a kitten.  She plays well with my cat.  She loves treats.  If I'm eating candy with foil wrappers (think mini peanut butter cups), she comes over and gives those poor-pathetic-love-me eyes.  She knows I'll end up making her a little foil ball to bat around on the floor.  She's a little cuddle bug.  If you are sitting or laying down, she will find her way into your lap or curled up behind your knees.

She's also Ken's favorite color.  Camouflage.  Or as normal people say, tortoiseshell.

Best of all, she absolutely adores Ken.  She loves me but Ken is her person.  Ken always says that I have spoiled her with cuddles but he is the one who actually does.  If he is laying down on the couch covered with a blanket, she will jump up to cuddle by his legs.  He will then pull her under the blanket and cuddle her like a baby.  So now, whenever anyone is laying on their side covered up, she will push her way under arm and blanket. 

But I'm the one who has spoiled her.

Ken (in the camouflage hat) and Puddin' sleeping one afternoon

I really did catch her sleeping like this.  Ken didn't want to be in the picture but that is his arm she's laying on.

I told you I wasn't the one who spoiled her.

And just because she looks so cute, here's Puddin' looking adorable this last Christmas.  If you look closely, you can just make out her gimpy leg stuck out next to her tail. 

Not the best picture but she looks so cute under our tree.

Have a great day.

Free Fonts I Currently Love

I love Pinterest.  I admit it.  I like to scour the site for pretty fonts.  I even have my own board dedicated to those pretty typesets.  Can they even be called typesets?  I decided to make my own very basic (keyword: basic) little visual for others to pin.  These are currently a few of my little darlings. 

 

Barrelhouse   A Yummy Apology  Burton's Nightmare

Coventry Garden  Little Lord Fontleroy  Elegant

Airplanes in the Night Sky

 

Bon Appetit and Save the Liver!

I admit that I have a small girl crush on Julia Child.  She is fascinating.  I remember watching her on PBS when I was little and watching Dan Akroyd's famous sketch on Youtube.  I've never cooked from her cookbooks or read any books about her.  Shame on me.  Cooking just seemed too time consuming and I never remembered her when at the library.  I watched Julie and Julia and was not that impressed with the movie.  Mostly because Julie Powell irritated the piss out of me.

I was at the library two weeks ago and picked up Dearie: The Remarkable Life of Julia Child by Bob Spitz.  Despite my annoyance with Spitz's writing style, I could not put it down.  I devoured this book.  Here is my opinion (though not very well written).  Before I was finished with this book, I went to the library and checked out Mastering the Art of French Cooking and My Life in France, Julia's autobiography.  I paged through the cookbook, which is incredibly thorough, and thought the recipes looked incredibly complicated.  So I decided to hit Youtube.  I watched her first episode of The French Chef, the Boeuf Bourguignon episode.  And it looked easy.  So I watched her quiche episode (watch it here), and that looked easy, despite the complicated recipe.  That's just it.  Her recipes are not that complicated.  They are written so that every step is fully explained for the beginner.

I felt inspired.  I wanted to cook something.  So I made a quiche.  I wish I would have taken a picture.  It turned out beautifully.  We were starving though and wanted to dig in right away.  It made a very nice light supper (and was excellent for lunch). Ken surpised me by saying it was good.  He doesn't like "fancy" cooking.  The only thing he said was that it would have been good with something more added, like tomato or bacon.  I just added sauteed onions and Muenster cheese.  I enjoyed it too.  A2 just said it was okay.

Find her Quiche Lorraine recipe here.  

Just in case you want to watch it, the Boeuf Bourguignon show.

And because Julia loved to show people this, I have to share it.  Sadly, I couldn't find one to post directly here but here is a link.   It's a classic.

Bon Appetit!