Broken Internet, Resting Niceface (yes, it’s a thing), and other Friday things

1. The internet was down for a day and a half at my work this week, and it was CHAOS. Absolute chaos. I have been at previous jobs when the internet has gone down, and on a slow day it’s kind of nice, ’cause welp, you can’t do any work, might as well go home. Not this time. I had about a million things to do that I was already worried about doing, and the worst thing was that it wasn’t just the internet that was down. It was the internet/server/email/everything, so even when I went home to get things done I did not have access to my work email. I had just sent out a pretty important communication to quite a lot of pretty important people and I KNEW they would have questions, and they were getting bouncebacks when they emailed me. Sometimes the server would sporadically come back and a few emails would get through, but of course they were the useless ones that were spam or just said “Thanks!” That’s the way it goes.

On the bright side, my job isn’t saving lives so I guess everything in perspective. People can deal without communication from me for a day or so. But seriously, what did people do before the internet? I felt like we were back in the 90s.

2. Niceface problems.IMG_4871

Listen, the struggle is real. Strangers love to talk to me and tell me their life stories, which sometimes isn’t a bad thing at all because I enjoy listening to stories, and this usually gives me a story of my own. But I remember when I used to work in downtown Oshawa (which does not have the best reputation…) and literally every time I went out to grab lunch I had some sort of encounter with some sort of character. Again, not bad, though there was one guy who liked to follow me and just repeat “hi” so that was a bit unnerving. Anyway, I told my boss, whose face would definitely fall under the category of resting bitchface, and she told me that she had never been talked to by anyone when she was walking downtown. The next time we were walking together I watched her to see what she was doing differently than me, and her head was down, she was not looking anyone in the eye, completely no nonsense, on a mission. The polar opposite of me walking around with wide-eyed innocence looking like I wanted everyone to talk to/harass me.


I wish it were that simple.

3. I went to the dentist on Monday for the first time in about oh…three years. I know, it’s horrible. I quit my dentist after he asked me “So, what are we going to do about those wisdom teeth? Do you want them out?” as he was looking in my mouth.


My wisdom teeth were removed 15 years ago. By him. And he had been my dentist since pretty much birth. Maybe it was a busy day for him, but he was looking IN my mouth! What was he seeing in there?! Was he drunk? He also seemed to be getting increasingly more tanned and wearing bigger gold chains each time I saw him…

Anyway, Evan found a really great dentist near us and was raving on and on about how awesome the dentist was after his first appointment there last week. He had a follow-up appointment on Monday, so he made me an appointment just before his, and I have to say that I had a very pleasant dental cleaning. I loved my hygienest, she made an “ooh!” sound when she looked in my mouth the first time, like she was excited! And she was super chatty while she was cleaning my teeth, but she didn’t ask questions that I wouldn’t be able to answer because my mouth was occupied. And the dentist himself was quite a character. He came in to see me after my cleaning and he was all “So you are Evan’s better half! What should I tell him about your teeth?” So I told him to tell Evan that my teeth are better than his, and apparently they actually are. No cavities here, suckers! I may not have been to the dentist in a while but I still practice good dental hygiene. Dentists need to bring back the no cavity photo wall. That was the best.


I really have no idea why I told you all of that dentist story. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

4. Winnie got a birthday card in the mail from Evan’s Nana.


So nice. Winnie was excited. And $20! That is a months supply of Fancy Feast right there!

5. Speaking of Winnie, she is obsessed with Evan’s lap.


She just will not leave him alone. She just wants his legs.

6. Winter’s back.


The backyard at my work. We are in a large house that was converted into an office in south Mississauga. aka the boonies.

We had our first winter “storm” on Wednesday, which was only 3-5cm, but the roads were an absolute mess because no one remembers how to drive when it’s snowing.


I left work early because the internet still wasn’t working and to try to get ahead of the snow, but that was a fail. It was not early enough. My entire drive looked like this…


I am sorry for the cell phone in car picture, but please know I was stopped dead for five minutes when I took this.

It usually takes me 45 minutes to get home, 35 minutes on a good day. An hour on the WORST day. This day it took me 2.5 hours. I really don’t mean to complain, because at least I don’t live in Buffalo.


That whole situation is just awful. I feel terrible for those people. I would be in the corner crying if snow busted through my window.

7. I went out for dinner with my friend Hannah on Tuesday evening, and being the nice girlfriend I am I brought my leftover pizza home for Evan.


No appreciation. (Find them made me laugh out loud)

8. One of my coworkers thought I was 23 years old. I have been working with her for about a year and a half, and for this entire time she has been thinking that I am 23. I am 31. My other coworker actually got into an argument with her about how old I was (because she was saying I was 31 and my other coworker did not believe her). I am not sure if I should be flattered that I apparently look that young, or offended because I seem that immature.

9. Make your own pizza night…

is the best night!

10. I will be donating to Serial. I need a second season. I know I jumped quickly on that bandwagon, but I can’t get enough of it. I love it!

Have a great weekend!

Weekend Stuff

So, this weekend. Evan had a guys’ night on Friday to celebrate one of his friend’s birthday’s, so I had a girls’ night in with Winnie. We ate pizza toast and Fancy Feast, respectively, and I drank wine while catching up on Serial and Orange Is The New Black (still haven’t finished the second season but I will!).

I actually listened to the first podcast episode of Serial on my way to work on Friday (as per my pal Cely’s recommendation, thank you!) and I was so into it that I couldn’t wait to leave work to listen to the rest. I ended up finishing all seven episodes on Friday night, so I am all caught up and excited for Thursday. I don’t even know what to think. I want to think that Adnan is innocent, because he seems genuine and charismatic (and many other reasons). I was hoping that Jay would be a lot sketchier than it appears he is… But I guess we shall see. Anyway, it was a pretty awesome night. As most nights with wine and pizza toast are. I had a super busy and mentally draining week, so it was nice to get home and into my pajammers and face plant on my couch and decompress.

Evan made breakfast on Saturday morning, and it was a typical Saturday morning breakfast made by him, but I don’t usually post about it. Except I will today.


We had this giant pork roast last week that we put in the crockpot with a bunch of vegetables and had for dinner one night. Then another night Evan had the bright idea of pulling the rest of the pork and cooking it with taco seasoning to make pork tacos. THEN he used the rest of the Mexican-spiced pork to make the above taco eggs, with yellow pepper and onion (and turkey sausage from Costco and an English muffin on the side). The pork eggs were really delicious. Have I mentioned how much I love Evan’s creativity in the kitchen? It always surprises me. I look in the fridge and am all “WE HAVE NOTHING FOR DINNER!!!!” and then Evan will just whip something up that I never would have thought of. He is a gem. I should chain him to the stove so he can’t get away. And that pork was the gift that keeps on giving I tell you.

Saturday day/evening Evan had Emily’s fiance Corey’s bachelor party to attend (they went to the Gentlemen’s Expo at the convention centre, which got rave reviews by their group, followed by other gentlemen-type activities). I ran some errands and then headed to my Dad’s longtime lover, aka my stepmom, Mona’s birthday party. There’s always something going on over there. Usually it is Ritson (the dog, he was just a new puppy at that link) and his antics.


He does not seem to understand that he is not lap-dog sized so he weasels his way onto your lap anyway. In the above photo he had squeezed himself between my stepbro Rusty and his girlfriend Leslie for snuggle time. He gets VERY excited. He just likes to be a part of things.


I can relate.


He is so good with the kids though. They can do absolutely anything to him and he just tolerates it. I was watching the girls pull on his face and thinking to myself that Bolt would not be down for that. He would not be down for that at all.

We had a nice Italian night with Mona’s fam.


My dad made his (self-declared) specialty, spaghetti.

IMG_4820I say self-declared specialty but my dad really does make the best spaghetti. His other specialties include fish (usually pickeral, he used to bread it with cornflakes and it was fabulous), pancakes (he makes them nice and crispy), and typical dad barbecue things. His spaghetti will always hold a special place in my heart though.

We also had cake to celebrate Mona’s birthday.


Mona really likes houses, specifically old Victorian houses, so hence the house cake. That house cake was pretty good.


My piece was exceptionally icing heavy. Just how I like it.


Afterwards I headed over to Dawn’s with my friends Emily, Joanna and Julie. Since the boys were occupied we decided to have a girls’ night. I had a good time catching up with those fools. And I was super impressed that Dawn already has her Christmas tree up and has generally decorated the house.


Super impressed/jealous, as this is what the corner designated for the Christmas tree looks like at my house.

Filled with boxes of cabinets and the sink for our new kitchen. So no Christmas tree until the kitchen is done. Fingers crossed it happens before December 25. I want a real tree again though, so it’s probably too early anyway. Actually, what am I talking about, it’s totally too early. I have never in my life had my Christmas tree up before December. Something about this year though, it feels like it’s time. Maybe because of the snow that’s been happening…

Anyway, it was a good night with the ladies, but I guess we are getting old now because we were all fading by 10pm. I had a little snuggle with this lady…


And was on my way home by 10:30. Evan arrived hours later to tell me about all the bachelor party antics. It wasn’t quite like Emily’s bachelorette in Montreal, but it sounded like a good time.

Sunday was pretty lazy. We slept in, I made Evan’s hungover self pancakes for breakfast (from a box, let’s not get too excited), cleaned up around this place, and eventually made our way to the grocery store. Followed by pho.


Once again pho. That was seriously the fourth time I’ve had that same pho soup in one week. I found a good pho spot near my work so I’ve been hitting it up for lunch. I might have a bit of an obsession. And I still can’t get enough!

We came out of the restaurant to snow!

And a big scrape on my back bumper. Effing parking lots. That is the fourth time in about a year that some jerk has hit my car in the parking lot and left. Didn’t even leave a note. I feel like I have a big sign on my car that says “I like a good hit and run”


I don’t. But I do like that gif.

Anyway, that’s it, weekend in a nutshell. I feel like I always end so abruptly but I don’t know how else to…so bye!

Running…again. And a Playlist

What is this? Three posts in three days? I can’t remember the last time that has happened. But this isn’t really a real post anyway, so don’t get too excited (I know you’re probably not).

After quite a long hiatus from gym things, ol’ Evers and I are back to running on the treadmill. I was running outside a couple days a week when we had Bolt in the summer (Bolt doesn’t love running but he would do it for max 5k), but I haven’t ran since he has been gone, and now it’s cold. Well actually, the current temperature is probably just a few degrees lower than my favourite outdoor running temperature, but the bigger hinderance is that it is dark when I get home from work. I don’t feel that I live in the safest neighbourhood for nighttime running. Not that I feel unsafe being outside after dark, and I do think my neighbourhood has a worse reputation than what it actually is, but still…there are some dark corners. I suppose I could run in the morning before work, but that seems a little adventurous.

So, back to the treadmill. I have mentioned this before, but we really have no excuse for not gymming it up, because this is literally a 5 second walk from the lobby of our condo:


Use of the rec centre is included in our condo fees and it includes two cardio rooms, a weights room (with ancient equipment, but it’s huge and it has everything), and more recently (it was under reno’s), a pool!


We haven’t gone in the pool since its reopening and I know, WHY NOT?! It’s free, what are we waiting for? How inviting does that look? The one time we tried to go it was closed because of swimming lessons and we haven’t yet gone back. We’ve been busy, and I know, #excuses. We need to make it happen.

But we’re starting with the treadmill to ease us back into the gym things. This isn’t the first time we’ve started running again, and it probably will not be the last time we start running again (but we can hope). HOPEFULLY we make it a habit once again, because I can’t even count the number of times I have written about this before and I don’t want to lose your interest. So all this to say, I need some treadmill motivation, and for that I turn to the one thing that doesn’t make me want to die while running on the treadmill: music. I have tried reading or watching TV shows, but it doesn’t work for me. I need music. I haven’t posted one of my playlists in quite a while (last one was in April), so it is time!

Clicking on any of the links below will take you to the song on YouTube. Also, I find most of my music through online alternative stations and most of my friends do not enjoy the kind of music that I tend to gravitate to, so if you also don’t love it, that is a-okay. You do what you feel.

Aviation High – Semi Precious Weapons
Black Soap – Ex Cops

I really like this song so I’m making it a highlight:

Cool Kid – The Eeries
Come To Light – Arkells – I cannot get enough of this song at the moment, I do love my Canadian tuneage!

Dangerous – Big Data (feat. Joywave) – another highlight
Fever – The Black Keys
Giants – Bear Hands
I Lived – OneRepublic (touching video also)
I Wanna Get Better – Bleachers
I’m Only Joking – KONGOS
Left Hand Free – alt-J
Little Games – The Colourist
Love Runs Out – OneRepublic
Paris – Magin Man
Pumpin Blood – NONONO
Riptide – Vance Joy
Shake It Off – Taylor Swift (don’t judge, it’s catchy and I like it. Obviously it is better set to aerobics from 1988 so that is what I linked to. Also, someone needs to bring back 1908s aerobic workouts, because I would need no motivation to participate in that cheesiness. I wish I still had my mom’s Jane Fonda videos…)

Stolen Dance – Milky Chance
Take Me To Church – Hozier
White Lies – Max Frost
The Wolves – JJ And The Pillars
We Are Done – The Madden Brothers

And a few others from my last couple playlists on there. Yes I know it’s long, but variety is the spice of life! If you like, you can find my previous playlists on my handy playlist page.

I Remember


Thank you to all the brave men and women who have served, and continue to serve, our country.

I am always incredibly proud to be Canadian, but this year I feel even more appreciative of the true north strong and free. The recent tragic deaths of our soldiers Nathan Cirillo and Patrice Vincent touched us all, from coast to coast, and brought everyone together in a way that…I don’t know, I can’t even describe. It hit close to home. It doesn’t happen here. Nathan Cirillo’s murder was exceptionally sad, because he was so young, a single father to his son and also several rescue dogs, and generally just seemed like a great, normal guy.



He did not deserve to have his life taken while guarding our National War Memorial. That is such a horrific thing.

If you are not Canadian you may have missed what our Highway of Heroes (history of the Highway of Heroes at that link) looked like when they brought Nathan Cirillo’s body from the National War Memorial in Ottawa to his home in Hamilton. But even if you did see…see again. These images are so incredibly powerful.


B0un6sxIIAAFjFy Ottawa Shooting 20141024 B0vNDCdCUAAJmfg Ottawa Shooting 20141024

(all photos from here)

I can’t look at them without tearing up, thinking of everyone taking the time out of their day to come together and honour a stranger. I feel incredibly lucky to live in a country where its citizens will gather to honour someone they’ve never met. It is fitting, as veterans have done the same for us – fought for us, strangers, so that we can live a better life.

So thank you to our veterans, including my very favourite D-Dad, who bravely fought in Europe during WWII.


The last picture of me and my D-Dad.

He was able to see his children grow up and meet his grandchildren. But so many others were not so lucky.

So yes, lest we forget. I am wearing my poppy proudly today. The least I can do is remember.

Some recent links of interest:

Honouring the life of Nathan Cirillo - via CBC

“In my mind Nathan will be standing on guard for us always” – via Maclean’s

Ottawa Shooting: The face-to-face encounter that ended the attack on Parliament – via CBC (this is INSANE! It sounds like a movie! Kevin Vickers is a hero)

Remembering fallen soldier Patrice Vincent - via Huffington Post

Ottawa Senators, Toronto Maple Leafs gather at National War Memorial - via CBC (this touched my heart)

Music for Cats (and other things that are less exciting)

It was another pretty low key weekend around here, which is all well and good. I am enjoying the leisurely weekends while I can as it is almost The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year and the next couple of months will be busy with all the holiday things. I’m excited for that.

The most noteworthy thing that happened this weekend was Evan found this wonderful CD downstairs in the recycling room, where people leave things they don’t want:


Such an amazing find. It was still in the package! Happy freakin’ birthday to Winnie, that lucky kitty!

We also got a new stove this weekend. Well, new to us, not new new. I mentioned last week that we are preparing to redo the kitchen in the condo, and this beast has been needing to be replaced for a long, long time:


Super top of the line right there. I think it is original from when the condo was built in the ’70s. One of the knobs is missing, the timer doesn’t work, there’s no oven light, and it takes about a million years to preheat. But it still works fine enough so replacing it wasn’t a big priority, we were going to wait until we did the kitchen. We originally planned on buying a brand new stove, so Evan and I started a “stove fund” a couple months ago, consisting of $5 bills that we would add to every time either of us had an extra $5 in our wallets. We have regular savings and stuff, but we thought this would be a good idea for the stove specifically.

Just for “fun”, on Saturday night we were perusing Kijiji and we found this stove in our area for $200.


Quite a big step up from our current stove… Though we originally wanted a new stove, this one was attractive to us because it’s stainless but it still has the coils (I am not a fan of the ceramic stove surfaces because I find they stain easily and are in general difficult to keep clean). And we only plan on being in the condo for another couple of years or so, it’s not our forever home, so we were probably going to get the most inexpensive new stainless stove we could find, and I’m sure that would still be at least $600. One day we will get a very nice stove, since we cook so often (by we I mean Evan), but there’s no point in investing in that now – for the same reason we will not be doing granite countertops or anything fancy in the new kitchen…we just will not get that kind of return on our investment when we sell this place.

Anyway. Short story made very long, we were interested in that stove. So we made arrangements to go and look at it yesterday morning. All was well, it looked as advertised, and the sellers didn’t murder us, so we paid with our $5 bills (which was funny), loaded that baby up in Evan’s truck and brought it home.



Looks pretty nice! Again, that wallpaper is from the 70s. Back when chevron was cool…

After we cleaned it and set it up, Evan got right to work testing it out and made lasagne, his grandma’s recipe.



Pretty delicious. The new stove is winning.

On our way back from the stove adventure we went out for lunch at our favourite pho restaurant, Pho Com Vietnam.


I strayed from my usual noodle dish and went with the traditional beef pho. I don’t know if I will ever order anything else again.


It was so, so good. I want to eat it every day.

And those are all the…exciting…things. Sorry for the lame stove post. Hope you had a great weekend!

21 Facts about Winnie in Honour of her 21st Birthday

Guess whose 21st birthday it is?!


That’s riiiiight. Little miss Winnie kitty turns the big 2-1 this month! I don’t know when exactly her birthday is, but I do know that I had her for her first Christmas, and she was old enough to leave her mom then (6-8 weeks?), which means she was born around this time. So we are celebrating birthday month. Fancy Feast all day err’day (not quite, but that would be Winnie’s dream).

21 is a big deal for anyone. 21 for a cat is a HUGE deal and pretty much unheard of. There are differing opinions on cat to human years, but in human years Winnie is about 100-140 years old. You do not often hear of cats making it to this age, so it’s pretty incredible and I think of Winnie as my little miracle kitty. So in honour of her 21st birthday, here are 21 facts about Winnie.


Fact: She’s cute.

21. Winnie was parented by two stray cats and was born under my friend Emily’s neighbour’s air conditioner. It happened on a day that could have been just like this, 21 years ago.

20. Winnie lived in the barn in Emily’s backyard with her mom and her brothers and sisters, until she was old enough to leave her mother and we could adopt her. We adopted Winnie and also her brother Tigger.


Tigger and Winnie…and Eric. And a really, horribly unflattering picture of me and my chins in my Northern Reflections sweater.

That is sadly the only picture I can find of Tigger. I know there are more around somewhere! Unfortunately, Tigger is gone (I will get to that) but apparently Winnie does still have a surviving sister who lives with a friend of Emily’s parents! Barn cats man, they are sturdy minxes.

19. Winnie does not really like children. You can see in the above picture that she is keeping a watchful eye on Eric… He harassed the pants off her, and she did not like it. I don’t know if it is specifically because of Eric that she doesn’t like kids…but probably. He certainly did not change her mind about them. Winnie was also the unfortunate victim of Eric and a bottle of my mom’s Chanel No 5. That was a fun moment for Winnie.

18. Winnie LIVES to snuggle. She has always been like this. As soon as we brought Winnie and Tigger home I made them sleep in my bed with me, but Tigger would never stay. Winnie would though. Winnie would stay with me in my arms every night until I fell asleep, and when I woke up I would find her by my feet. She still sleeps with me every night.


She prefers to be under the covers. So snuggly.

Screen Shot 2014-11-05 at 9.08.43 PM

We woke up like this.

17. For the first 10 years or so of Winnie’s life, we lived in the middle of nowhere, across the street from a lake and basically in a forest. In her youth Winnie was an outdoor kitty. She was allowed to freely roam around outside at her leisure. Although she had this freedom, she stayed on our property and only dared to go into the very edge of the forest. Very unfortunately, Tigger disappeared when he was about 10 years old, and we can only assume that an animal got him. But that would not happen with Winnie. Not only did she practice safety first, but it was clear that you do not mess with her. You may notice that Winnie has a little cut in her ear.


That is a V for Victory. Some other animal tried to mess her up and she showed them who’s boss and came out unscathed, minus her badass battle scar.

16. Winnie was an excellent mouser in her day. So many times I would walk outside and find a dead mouse “present” on the step of our front porch.



15. Aside from being a fabulous mouser and an excellent guard cat and defender, she is the sweetest little kitty you will ever meet. She has the most beautiful soul in the world. And I don’t just mean cat soul, I mean all souls. She is the nicest. It makes me sad that she is spayed and will never be a mom with kittens of her own, because she would be the BEST mom.


She has also never bit a person and will not bite you even if you stick your finger in her mouth (I have tried). She will refuse. She is friendly to everyone (except kids, she’ll just hide), and she’ll snuggle with anyone.


14. At the lake house, we had a neighbour who lived behind us whose name was also Winnie, coincidentally. So my mom would want Winnie to come in for dinner and she would be at the back door yelling  “WINNIEEEEEEEEE!!!! Come on, hurry up! Winnieeeeee! Are you hungies? Are you hungies? WINNIEEEEE?!” Not awkward for our neighbour Winnie at all I’m sure…

13. Winnie does not like dogs. She has never liked dogs, and I don’t think she ever will. She tolerated Bolt for exactly one evening, and then she went back to avoiding him.


Winnie says “Nope nope nope nope nope.”

My mom was all “well, how do you think Winnie has lived for so long? She knows to stay away from the dogs.” Too true. Smart kitty.

12. She doesn’t like other cats either. Until she gets used to them. When I lived with my old boyfriend we had another cat named Dexter that we introduced to Winnie when he was a kitten, and I think she thought she was his mom because they actually became best friends.


I lost custody of Dexter after the breakup when we sold our house and I moved into a tiny junior one bedroom condo downtown Toronto (well, technically midtown) and couldn’t have two cats. I was very sad to lose Dexy, but I know he has a good life now. I wonder if Winnie ever misses him.


She probably doesn’t miss his harassment.

Screen Shot 2014-11-05 at 9.17.38 PM

11. Winnie has been with me through everything since I was about 10. She was my kitty all through high school, all through post secondary, has spent time with all my friends and everyone I have ever dated (well, dated seriously, and Evan is her favourite). She has been with me through my parents break up, many, many moves, and many jobs. The Wins has always been the steady constant in my life, for two thirds of my life. She is the pet of my life.


10. Winnie has always been a small cat.


However, she did go through a stage where she put on some weight (too much Fancy Feast), and her body got quite a lot larger. Her head, however, did not change in size. This earned Winnie the nickname “Beetlejuice” because:



9. Winnie is a true sunshine kitty and she loves to be outside. She can’t roam freely like she could in her younger years, but she loves to be outside on the patio and feel the sunshine on her fur.

Screen Shot 2014-11-05 at 9.08.00 PM

8. For the most part Winnie is very low key and does not get into trouble. But occasionally she will have a destructive moment. She has an issue with plants, she cannot let them go uneaten. And apparently she has an issue with potato bags…

Screen Shot 2014-11-05 at 9.09.41 PM

And she has a very discerning taste in cat toys. She likes tinfoil balls, foam balls, balls on string, and that’s about it. She likes balls.

Screen Shot 2014-11-05 at 9.32.49 PM

Fake mice though? No.

7. Winnie’s destructive moments tend to coincide with the moments that she REALLY. WANTS. FANCY FEAST. and is on a hunt for it.


She absolutely LOVES Fancy Feast and will do anything for it. Imitation Fancy Feast? Forget it. Winnie only likes the real deal. She will not even look at Finicky Cat or those fancy Meow Mix gourmet toppables. She is on a special dry food for her kidney disease and she is supposed to have the corresponding wet food to accompany this, but she really doesn’t like it. She only wants Fancy Feast, and she’s 21 years old so if she wants to eat crap, that’s fine. She can do whatever the hell she wants. She’s earned it. She also likes ham. And cheese, yogurt, and chips.

6. We had to stop giving her Fancy Feast in the morning because she started waking up earlier and earlier and meowing for it. It got to the point where she would wake up at 5am and start meowing in our bedroom and would not shut up until she got her Fancy Feast.


Fancy Feast. She wants it.

So now she gets the Fancy Feast every day at dinner time and the morning meowing has stopped.

5. Winnie loves, loves loves loves, to be brushed. On the ottoman. Always the ottoman. And if you are not going to brush her, that’s fine, she gets things done.

4. Aside from when Winnie was diagnosed with kidney disease (bad times in the litter box, and outside of the litter box, led to this diagnosis, and it is manageable with her special food), Winnie has only been sick enough to require a visit to the vet one other time that I can remember. Again, barn cats. They sturdy.

3. I mentioned this in my Nana vs. My Cat: A Comparison post, but Winnie has the most positive attitude. Again, this is probably why she has lived for so long and is still so spry and full of energy. Winnie doesn’t sweat the small stuff. She lives for the smallest things. Like her alpine scratcher (we have to get her a new one, she loves it!)




2. Winnie is very vocal and meows a lot. Some would say constantly. Evan and I think this is hilarious/cute and it does not annoy us (unless it is happening at 5am for Fancy Feast, then yes, it does).

1. Winnie will seduce you with her cat grass.


I could go on forever about how amazing Winnie has been over the years. She is a one-of-a-kind kitty and I am so lucky to have had her in my life for as long as I have. I can’t imagine my life without her and I know it’s not possible, but part of me thinks that she will live forever because she is just fueled by love.

We love you Winnie!!!! Happy 21st birthday you old miracle!

If you would like to send Winnie a gift she will accept Fancy Feast. And ham.