Just settling down for my afternoon read-a-thon. Apparently Tippi and Manny are big horror fans too. (Note: read Mira Grant’s Parasite. It’s amazing.)
Yes, I am fully aware that I’m wearing Christmas flannels. But they’re warm as all get-out, and it’s snowing. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-lazy.
Today was National Sword Swallowers Day! I know, way cool. To celebrate, Ripley’s Believe It Or Not at the Inner Harbor had sword swallowers perform for the crowds around the Ripley’s entrance. And they weren’t the only one; all of the Ripley’s Odditoriums had sword swallowers doing the same thing, at the same time.
Naturally, I took pictures.
After the performance, people were invited to tour the Odditorium for free, but I had to get back home. /sad trombone
But I’ll definitely be back to check em out. I’ve loved those places since I was a kid….
Aaaaaaand take a bow.
Party! What should we make?
Uh. *flash forward*
- Ground Turkey Sliders with guacamole,
- Mini Blackened Rockfish burgers with homemade remoulade,
- Sweet Potato Skins stuffed with spinach, cheese and onion
- Spinach dip
- Carrot sticks
And lots of beer.
So sorry, Denver. But I had a blast. And also, Puppy Bowl’s Kitten Halftime Show!
Tippi is a ball of energy. No lie. And since I can’t bottle it, I figured that I could at least give her a friend to kick it.
So when the neighborhood awesome cat saver posted that a sweet, very shy, little ginger kitty needed a home? Uh, hello.
So, say hello to
my little friend Manny!
Complete with mane. King of the foreeeest!
He waffles between wanting to come out, and freaking out. But he uses the potty, and has been eating and drinking just fine.
The two soon-to-be BFFs (thinking positive here) have met. Manny is psyched to have a new friend. Tippi? Well, she’s not sure.
But before long, they’d found a way to communicate….
Yup. A flimsy screen = complete safety. They're both horror movie wannabes.
It’s still touch and go – it’s only been three days, and Manny had a very bad experience at his last adoptive home (hint: ijit who expected too much from a shy kitty) – and Manny’s still frightened of me, but I keep this picture from Day One (Friday the 17th) in my mind whenever I fear that he’ll never come around.
Scritches are the bestest.
I went on a looooong “urban hike” today, all around the Inner Harbor, Harbor East, and the Ritz Carlton area (by the AVAM). Phew. My legs? Currently hate me.
But I got a pretty nice picture of the Harbor over at the Ritz. So I share.
Now, back to putting my feet up. Happy Sunday!
No. You cannot go outside. It’s 14° out.
No outside for kitten. No.
NO KITTEN IT’S COLD OUTSIDE KITTEN!
She still wasn’t allowed outside. I am woman, hear me roar.
But if she can’t go anywhere? Neither can I.
Well played, Tippi. Well played.