Where I've Been and What I've Been Doing

People hate cliches. They do. No one wants to hear the same old expression over and over and over again. It's unpleasant. It's unoriginal. But you know what else it is?

True.

Cliches become cliches for a reason. They're time and experience tested phrase that stand up no matter what's going around in the world.

So forgive me for leading with a cliche...

There just isn't enough time in the day.

The last nine months have been a testament to that statement. Since my last post I've closed down a store, moved, found a new job, bought a new phone, replaced a computer that kicked the bucket on me, bought a Wii, dealt with an ailing Xbox, picked up a few comission painting gigs, picked up a few freelance writing gigs, burned my arm fairly badly on an exhaust pipe working on a car, found a new baby boy, learned how to work on cars, and, most importantly, decided to make enough change in my life to find another new job and return some dedication to this blog.

Suffice to say, I'm pretty tired.

Not to say it wasn't all bad.

I've had my fair share of good times in all that. For one, we now have a third cat. Crazy? Probably... but we couldn't just leave him.

That all started back in June. Bree was noticing that something was cruising around the outdoor garden section at her workplace. Her employees heard scuttling sounds, things were slightly askew... it was all bad 1950s horror movie style. When they set out an animal trap with a bit of food, they came back to find a kitten mewing woefully inside. He was tiny... Bree guessed no more than 5 weeks (the vet later said that 2-3 weeks of age was more likely). He was scared. He was flea-ridden. He had a wicked case of worms. But most of all, he was alone.

I swung by her store, took him home, and gave him the best flea-bath I could (he was too small to safely use flea-medicine, so it was mostly a warm bath with Johnson's Baby Shampoo and several hours of picking fleas off of him). Later, Bree gave him a second bath (he was just that flea-ridden). We gave him some watered down kibble, and tried to figure out what to do with him.

Long story short, a complex cat swap involving us, Bree's mother, and Bree's grandmother was supposed to take place, but after several days, it all fell through. By then, Bree had become so attached to the little boy that she couldn't bear giving him to a shelter, and thus, to someone we didn't know personally. So we gave him a name, and now have a third cat.

He's doing well, and is a very happy and healthy addition to our feline family. And yes, Dante is a very cute little boy, though - as you can see.



He's also taken a shine to sleeping on my gaming table...



Well, that's all for today... but before I forget... it's Monday. Expect a new post here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from here on out. I'm treating Conventional Cognizance like (one of) my new jobs, so if you don't hear from me on that update schedule... raise hell with me.

That's all for now, folks.