Ok so I'm sure I've told you that our little family moved into my parents' house for the summer while we are waiting for our new apartment to be ready for us. So it is more than a full house, but it seems like a circus when the family dog, Zoe, and Rico come face to face with each other. The two of them go at it, and all the people start yelling and racing to the scene.

We keep telling Rico that if he would just leave Zoe alone he could walk around the house with no problem. But of course he doesn't listen, and every time he sees Zoe he just can't stop himself from hissing. This of course causes Zoe to be very interested in his "major malfunction." She moves closer out of what I believe to be curiosity. Rico takes this as an advancing attack and begins to retreat as if he suddenly realizes he is not as big as his threatening hiss would suggest. As soon as he turns around he is off and running upstairs to my room, so of course Zoe's instinct is to chase the running animal. The chase then releases some natural instinct in Zoe to bark like mad. Of course then because Zoe is the bigger, louder animal doing the chasing she gets the smack on the butt instead of Rico even though he started it. Poor Zoe...

So I don't know if your cats are like this, but when my cats take a sh*t they stick up the whole room for a good 10 minutes...even when I've cleaned up directly after them.

In fact, I wonder what they think when I swoop down and pick up their poop immediately so that it doesn't stink the room too badly. I wonder if they think somehow their poop has magically vanished. One second they were about to cover it up with litter, and the next second it is gone...

Hector especially. His stink is the worst. I have to leave the fan on in the bathroom where his litter is for a good 20 minutes after he goes. But if I am at my grandmother's apartment when he dumps one, and I can catch him in the act, I wait until he has kind of moved away from it which usually means he's facing away from it, and I just come in from behind and snatch up his poop in a plastic bag. I wonder if he turns around and is like, "Hey! Where did it go??? I didn't even get a chance to smell it yet!" Hector tends to have a perplexed look on his face when all this happens so I just wonder if he wonders what is going on, and who is trying to sabotage his poop ritual.

So apparently Rico has never cried so much as when I come home and he wants all of my attention. Of course I love it! My mom says that he doesn't cry all day until his daddy and I come home from work, and he knows I am home, and he wonders why I'm not spending all of my time with him.


But Rico also has kind of a tough life right now, and so do we. The three of us are are temporarily staying at my parents house down at the Jersey Shore and we are commuting every day and every night to and from New York City for work. We are both very glad that it is only temporary and after a couple months we will be moving into our apartment that we will own, but an hour and 40 minutes one way is killer. I don't know how these commuters do it every day of their lives with no end in sight. It's only been two days and I hate it. The only upside is I get to spend all that time next to my boyfriend.


Rico on the other hand has to watch his back all day. If he doesn't want to be stuck in my old bedroom all day he must brave the house looking out for my dog Zoe. These two do not get along at all. Tonight they had an encounter so bad, Rico went running back upstairs to my room and started wheezing!


I know we all miss living in New York.