Update...

I'm sad to report that friday at 0500, Ricky died. He wasn't eating much on Wednesday and threw up a couple of times. My grandma had just switched his food so they figured that was the reason. Granny went out of town on thursday and left the cat with my grandpa. Papa said that he was up all night with Ricky thurs. night until he died. I didn't ask for details..I didn't want them. Papa buried him in the backyard and my grandma is going to pick out a new kitty when she gets home. She was devastated when papa told her. She cried and cried according to my mom. Anyway, I found a couple of beautiful kittens that the Cat Connection in PetSmart so I think we're gonna go and get one for her. I adopted my cat, Roberta, there a couple of years ago and I highly recommend them. I wish I could end this with a cute little anecdote but sadly I cannot.

Ricky

Saturday afternoon I was awakened by a horrific, nonstop howl. I was in my bedroom and I could hear the noise coming from the front of my apartment. Immediately I thought my cat had somehow gotten stuck in the hallway while I was doing laundry but she was sitting in the window. I went outside and I could hear the noise coming from the vicinity of my car and a small tree. I looked up in the tree and couldn't find anything so I figured there was a cat under my car. I got down on my hands and knees (in my pajamas, much to the delight of the bikers in the Stumble Inn) to find nothing under my car but the noise continued. There was a guy walking down the street so I said to him,

C.C: Do you hear that?
random guy: yeah.
CC: I can't figure out where that's coming from
R.G: there's a cat in the window.
CC: That's my cat and that's not her making that noise
RG( dropping to his knees): HOLY SHIT!
CC: Oh my god, what?
RG: There's a cat crawling out of your engine

The next thing I know, a bundle of fur jumps through my hubcap and lands at my feet. The cutest little ball of greasy fur imaginable. He's a long hair tabby cat with a grey back with black stripes and a white belly. He looks like an old man with the hair sticking out of his ears..Once I figure out how to put pics on here, I'll post one of him. Some little girl walking down the street told me that he was one of the strays that she feeds that belong to a family around the corner from me. I refused to take him back there. He had no collar, etc so I figured if they wanted him, they would have kept a better eye on him. Besides, feral cats make me sooo sad. I want to give them all a home---and thats what I did.

I promptly shuffled him to my grandparents house and granny immediately fell in love. I'm very proud to say that they are now the proud owners of Ricky. I wanted to call him Volkswagen but no one was on board with that. He is the sweetest, most affectionate cat I have ever seen in my life. He eats like he's never been fed and he wants nothing more to do that play with us..its amazing. He seems so happy. This makes Granny (who is still deep in the grieving process for my aunt) very, very happy which makes Corky Cherrywood ecstatic.

Save a stray today!

Jailhouse Rock

I think its best to start out by telling you all about "The Jailbird." We met online in April 2006 and I was fresh off of a very painful and unexpected breakup with Rick, the only man I've really every thought that I would marry. The jailbird and I had a great first date at the Comet complete with burritos and too many Guiness (what the heck is the plural of Guiness? Guinesses? Guinii?) When he kissed me outside, I swear it sizzled like the pink neon in the front window. We spent the night together watching movies, talking, laughing, and sobering up. There was an absolute connection there and the next morning he told me how disappointed he was that I was leaving town for a few days. I was high on a cloud. In hindsight I think I wanted to do whatever I could to erase the pain of Rick and forget it all. I might have been to clingy or too hopeful but I just desperately wanted to be in love again and right back into something serious with someone. Jailbird and I saw each other a couple of times a week for about a month. One night he was going to come to my place after hanging out with a group of friends at Newport on the Levee. I had a sneaky feeling that he was really on a date down there and not out drinking with the guys. He was already late and when he called me from the bathroom of the bar, I was highly suspicious. He was almost 2 hours late when he called to tell me that he was on his way to my house ( I was planning on telling him to forget it and don't even bother) and that he was being pulled over by the police on the bridge. I never heard from him again.

I left him several messages and Ims when he was online and basically told him that I just wanted to make sure that he was ok and not dead somewhere. Still nothing. Eventually I gave up and developed a very sour taste in my mouth whenever I thought of him.

So cut to Feb. 2007. I walk into the lounge at the Southgate House for Rockabilly Roundup and my friend Thea says, "oh check out that hot guy in the blue shirt against the wall!" Yep, you guessed it. Standing across the room, staring right at me--the Jailbird. I immediately wanted to walk right up to him and tell him that I was so sad to see him because I was hoping that he had drowned in one of his kayaks but I chose to be a mature adult and instead I just gave him the evil eye all night. He walked past me a couple of times and even had the nerve to brush up against me but he never said a word.

Two days later he invites me to be on his yahoo buddy list. When I accepted the invite, he denied me! I was so pissed off! When I asked him what was up he said it was an accident, he didn't mean to invite me, etc. I was like, "whatever dude" and didn't say anything else to him. Then a few minutes later I get this.."So did you have a good time the other night?". So basically we made conversation for a second or two and I just flat out asked him what the deal was.

Now here's where I wanna hear from you?? I wanna know if anyone believes this...he tells me that the night that he was coming to my house and got pulled over, he was subsequently arrested for DUI and assaulting a police officer. He told me that he spent 3 months in jail and it wrecked his life. Ok, so the first obvious thing was that he would've been out of jail at the end of last summer and why hadn't I heard from him. He told me that he was embarrassed, etc. So, I had more questions and he had more flimsy answers. I wish there was a way to find out if he really went to jail or not...but that's a little obsessive, right??

Anyway, I've chatted with him occasionally and he's had the habit of showing up at a lot of places that I'm at, which was weird when I was dating Gus, the rockabilly guy. Gus wanted to hit him on several occasions. One night at the southgate house, he was following me everywhere, even waiting outside of the bathroom for me...this did not make Gus too happy. We go out on St. patty's day and boom, there he is. So its been kinda weird. I still can't figure him out..I think the whole story is kinda lame but that's just the typical kinda thing that Cupid throws my way....

Cupid and the 1200lb man...

So I sat home last wednesday night watching bad reality TV and drinking Young's double chocolate stout because Rod Steward decided to come down with the flu and cancel the concert that I had received 4 free tickets to! Ever seen Shear Genius?? Some dude cut a chick's hair into a mullet using clippers!!! Anyway, I also found myself watching a show about the world's heaviest man. He lives in Mexico and weighed over 1200lbs. It was completely crazy because he couldn't move or anything. So this guy has this cute little girlfriend that he hooked up with while he was bedridden. So I sat there going over the irony that the 1200 lb man has more game than I do. Hot damn! What's a girl to do?? Couple this with the fact that I had just spoke with a guy that I had dated twice for a couple of months each time over the past year. "The Ken Doll" has a new girlfriend now but he immediately wanted to talk about how and why I didn't want him. Playfully he told me that I needed to lower my standards (oh HELL no!) and that I really wasn't ready to settle down in his opinion (yeah, not with the wrong man, I'm not!). So I started thinking about my battles with Cupid, especially in the past year and I've decided to put it all out there for your reading pleasure..