So much to say, where to begin? Well you may have noticed tha lack of postage. That’s because my computer committed suicide. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe my constant verbal abuse, or quite possibly the Back Street Boys song I played (I admit it, I like thier new song. I await sterilization.). Why doesn’t matter. What matters is that last week the darn thing locked up and wouldn’t let me do anything for almost five days. When I finally got her working again (yes she’s a girl, don’t be sexist) half of my bookmarks were gone. I have a terrible memory except for when it comes to arguments, then I can remember everything, so I live by my bookmarks. As you can imagine I was a little upset.

I’ve been very busy lately too. Sean finally got himself his own website and I decided to open a second site just for my art. Everyone keeps bugging me to sell prints so I figured why not? So I’ve been working on my layout for this site, my layout for the other site, Sean’s layout and Amy’s layout. That is, when I’m not cooking. Sean’s doctor said he needs to lose wieght or meet his maker and since I could stand to lose a few (hundred) pounds myself we decided to go low carb. Now poor Sean has to eat vegetables and even meat and I have to say he’s been a real trooper. The food is great and we feel better (we even lost a few pounds) but it takes awhile to make. Last night we made eggrolls and stir fry with green tea all from scratch. I wa srather proud of us.

The kittens are six and a half weeks old. Puff didn’t want anything to do with Shepard for awhile but once we bathed him and made him smell like the other babies she started cleaning him and letting him nurse. Every day it gets closer to the time when I will give them to some other family and every day that makes me feel a little less stressed and a little more sad. I wonder if this is how it feels to have kids and no that someday they will leave you. They have all learned to jump now so we can’t keep them in the bathroom during the day. Instead we block dining room off and let them run loose in there. They are totally adorable and silly and we are going to miss them so much.

In less pleasant news our old landlord is getting the ass of the year award for returning only $315 of our $800 security deposit and none of our $4,200 pet deposit. So we are going to have to take him to court. I seriously doubt we’ll get the pet deposit because it isn’t on the lease (what can I say, we were young and desperate) and I probably won’t get the security deposit either but anything I can do to make them miserable is a win in my book.

Sean and I spent the weekend doing spring cleaning. It seems like we spend every weekend working on the house but we both take a lot of pride in it since this is our first nice place. Yesterday we scoured the bathroom the cats were in with bleach and scrub brushes because I am a germophobe. The thing is I’m allergic to bleach so today my hands are covered in little blisters. Bad Prana! Now if we could only do something about the darn bugs! There’s so many flies I’m beggining to wonder if God is loosing a new plague. On a happier note our furniture came in Friday and is scheduled for delivery Tuesday morning. No more sleeping on the floor, yay!

Now, for your enjoyment, adorable kitten photos
. Good luck and blessings, Prana

Forgive me if todays post is how shall I put it…crap. You see I haven’t been to sleep yet and I am psychotically tired. Yesterday I opened a fortune cookie and my fortune was: God will help you through any struggle. I should have known then that it was the universes way of preparing me for what was to come. But in my defense, I hardly see how that is a fortune. A fortune tells you what is going to happen, not that when something does happen God will have your back. And while we’re on the subject I don’t recall seeing God curled up on the floor last night at four am with me. Not that you can trust fortune cookies these days. The writers are so lazy, they just scribble out random junk like: You’re compassionate and giving. I kid you not that was an actual fortune I got last month. I fully expect to open a cookie and find the message: You like chinese food or You just opened a cookie.

So the kittens are almost five weeks old now. When they were tiny I used to wish they would grow up so I could play with them and love on them. Now I wish they would be little again because I don’t have the energy to keep up with six insane kittens and four adult cats that are hell bent on killing each other. I swear, they get so crazy I should sell tickets, I’d be rich. The kittens are at the stage where everything falls into two categories: something to bite or something to climb. Sadly my flesh falls into both categories and I look like I’ve been cained by angry smurfs. They are also at the age where there mom no longer sees the need to clean them when they potty but not yet at the age where a litter box sounds like fun. So I get to clean up after then five hundred times a day and pray I don’t step in anything. They are all able to climb out of the crib so we moved them to the big bathroom, covered the floor in mats and stapled a piece of flower fencing across the door so Puff can get out but the kittens can’t.

I don’t think I mentioned that Turtle had babies but considering I’m in a coma at the moment I could be mistaken. Turtle is the tortoise shell cat we used to feed, part of the Porch Kitties. They never come by anymore, I assume because they all have kittens. Anyway, Sean noticed her and several kittens near the dumpster (which is right next to my garage and let me tell you how much I enjoy that) and I went to see them. The poor things were eating trash and bugs and so hungry they let me get right next to them before they ran off. They were to fast to catch and I was pretty upset the whole day thinking about them out there in the trash and heat. Well yesterday when Sean got home from the doctors he found two of them in our garage (did I mention our garage door is broken?) and was able to catch one and bring it in. I expected it to freak out since it’s mother is feral but it was actually pretty sweet. We gave him a bath and some food and I made him a bed. He was ok all night just laying around watching the other cats, eating and enjoying the pettins and gooshy food. But when we went to bed he flipped out and cried all night, loudly. Sean sleeps like the dead so it was me who was up all night petting him, cleaning up his little messes, coaxing him to eat and finally, blessedly at 8 am, to go to sleep. He’s now resting amidst every stuffed animal I have on my pillow. I on the other hand STILL have not been to sleep.

This weekend we are renting traps from the local hardware store and catching the rest of them. Since we don’t know if they have any diseases or anything (although he doesn’t have fleas thank god) we are keeping him qaurentined. When we catch them all we will have one tested and then find them homes. He looks about six weeks old so I won’t have to keep them long before I can adopt them out. As harsh as it sounds I am actually glad they won’t be with us long. Everytime I think about giving away Puff and her kittens I start to tear up so I don’t want to get to attached to another set of kittens.

I look forward to a time when I get a full nights sleep again. I figure God is testing me for when I have my own baby but I hardly see how seven babies is fair. Lord please don’t let me have multiples, I’ll go bonkers. Still it’s good practice for Sean and there really is nothing more adorable than seeing him snuggled up with a sleeping baby, furry or not. Good luck and blessings, Prana