Towel Mountains

We are still dealing with the aftermath of our apartment flooding last week. The linen closet has yet to be be painted so everything that was inside the closet is hanging out on the dining room table.

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Our favorite neighbor stopped by today to give me some roach bait that she had promised to give me. I didn’t really want it, because we have fantastic bait that we use, but she was forcing her kindness on me and I had to accept.

She rang the bell while I was on a work video call and I excused myself and went to get the door. There was a cardboard tray in her hand with the bait labeled in juice bottle caps.

As she was explaining what to do, my mind started wondering back to the conference call I was missing, and I snapped back into the conversation when my neighbor started screaming and running towards the stairwell.

I yelled, “Ms. Levy, what’s wrong?”

She was cowering halfway down the hallway, pointing into our apartment. Her reaction was so dramatic I thought she had seen a murderer or a ghost in our apartment.

Having this realization, I turned around to make sure I was safe and I saw my orange cat sitting there staring out the door at this screaming woman.

I laughed because it was all so ridiculous. She was upset that I laughed and she yelled, “I’m afraid of cats. I’ve got to go.”

As she scrambled up the stairs, I shut the door and hid the bait in a high place so the cats couldn’t get at it. I returned to my laptop, I saw that I hadn’t muted my microphone and everyone on the meeting most likely heard the whole ordeal.

They were kind enough to not say anything.

After a few hours I found a note under my door from my neighbor explaining the bait and the post script said: “I don’t like cats. I don’t know why, I just never have.”

The culprit:

296 Kitty Alarm

When we adopted our cat Walter Sobchak two and a half months ago, one thing that I didn’t really consider was him waking us up. I thought, “Cats don’t do that, right?” My whole family can chime in on waking me up, as it’s not a nice thing. But, the cat being a cat, has decided that it’s in his best interest to wake me up everyday at 5:45 A.M.

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332 You Can’t Keep Walter Sobchak Down


We adopted our new cat, Walter Sobchak, about a month ago. My mother who is allergic to cats, is coming next weekend. Currently Walter has found himself banned from the bedroom for two weeks so my mother has a cat-less place to sleep. Walter normally goes into the bedroom to sleep under the bed during the afternoon, so he is not happy about this new arrangement.

In search of a place to hide, Walter now naps on top of our kitchen cupboards. It’s quite a ways up there and he has ignored the boxes and tinfoil we have put in his way. He lays up there for hours and sleeps while we go about our day. Hell, if he’s into it, I’m cool with that. As you can see from the picture, he seems quite comfortable.

All my life I thought I hated cats, but Walter has proved me wrong. He is a chill snuggle bug, and we love him. Walter Sobchak, you are the perfect addition to our family.