I saw thee weep—the big bright tear*

at another cat post.

UGH. I HATE THAT IT WAS MY DESIRE TO DO ANOTHER CAT PICTURE POST THAT BROUGHT ME BACK TO THE BLOG. Sorry for the dry spell. And sorry I'm a crazy cat lady.

So, after we got Keats, it was only a month or two before we realized that despite his adorableness, his bipolar hyperactive psychosis was going to drive us crazy. So we did the only logical thing there is to do when you have one crazy cat... get a second cat. And ever since we got Byron, it has helped calm Keats down a bit.

Byron is the complete opposite of Keats. He has great talent; great passion; a distaste for society and social institutions; a lack of respect for rank and privilege (although possessing both); being thwarted in love by social constraint or death; rebellion; exile; an unsavory secret past; arrogance; overconfidence or lack of foresight; and, ultimately, a self-destructive manner.

Oh. Sorry. I was mixing up my cat Byron with the "Byronic Hero." But who could blame me with their remarkable similarities. Ehem. Byron my cat is the complete opposite of Keats. He is fat, orange, fluffy, calm, sleepy, dirty, purr-y, needy, whiny, asthmatic, declawed, ungraceful, wimpy, innocent, and lazy. His favorite pastimes include sleeping, munching on Kleenex, rolling around on his back, purring, meowing, hiding from Keats, and going outside. He'll paw at the back door for minutes at a time, until we let him outside. Then, he'll paw at the front door to come back in. At which point, he'll walk across the living room, to the back door, and paw at it to go right back out. And who could blame him; he is the constant victim of Keats's obsessive compulsive cleaning/murdering habits:


EXHIBIT A

EXHIBIT B

... I could put more, but you get the idea.

Cautious and Chionophobic Cats

Byron likes to purr. It's almost like that's just how he breathes. Like, he only purrs on the out-breath. He even purrs in his sleep.

Midnight snack

Hello, sir. Lord Byron at your service

His choice of beds are, at times, questionable...

...but always serene.

His fur color is remarkably well-suited to backyard stealth and camouflage. Well, if you're colorblind. 

Behold, Lord Byron; sovereign of both yard and closet. Bow before his majesty.  

*http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/lbyron/bl-lbyron-isawthee.htm

Dance Pray Love

Happy 2013!

I've decided to "publicly" post some of my New Year's resolutions in the hopes that it will help me be more accountable.

1. In an effort to read the whole Book of Mormon by April, it's my goal to read about 4.5 pages a day.

2. Say my personal prayers every day. No exceptions! :)

3. Because I can't seem to face running outside in this miserably cold and inversiony weather, take advantage of my new Christmas present from Joe and play Just Dance on my Wii for at least 30 min. a day. Yeah!

4. Be more patient with Keats and stop visibly favoring Byron. It's hard though.

5. Be more outgoing in my new ward and fool people into becoming my friends. With candy and affection.

6. Be better at showing my appreciation for things people do for me.  And call my mom more just because.

Although I've never read the book or seen the movie "Eat Pray Love," it seemed to generally be a good and catchy motto to help me remember my priorities everyday. (With a bit of a adaptation, since "eating" isn't something I need to work into my goals, and "Starve Pray Love" wasn't as optimistic sounding.)