How To Properly Travel To The Future

What makes us grow? As we do, in time we grow and change into recognizably different people. I thought about this as I looked at the date on my phone. I thought about how we have reached December of 2019, and how we are heading into the next decade of this new millennium. I couldn’t really pinpoint it, at first, what has changed about me in the last decade until I thought about it in terms of a particular cat. 

The cat taking up residence in my apartment is no longer that slightly mangy looking kitten my sister and old roommate found wandering the streets of Bakersfield. She’s now a slightly curvy adult cat with bowel issues and an expensive cat food diet. In many ways, she has developed this occasionally kind yet neurotic personality that leaves me wondering why, with her (I’m not kidding) overdramatic eye roll she gives me whenever I sing, she wasn’t born a human being. It took lots of time for her to even kind of like me or to become this strange domestic long-haired cat who loves playing fetch with hair ties. She has solidified her place in the world with her presence and personality, but this changed over the years and it continues to change as the clock hands tick forward. 

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Sonya Moves In

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It’s been about a month since I moved into this apartment with my new roommate. I believe my roommate was really nervous at first, but she seems to be transitioning well. We both had to get used to some new things, but we have been doing our best to adjust. There’s a bit of a learning curve for both of us. I have never lived as the only human resident in a household before, and Sonya is just trying her best to figure out what is going on with life in general. Continue reading “Sonya Moves In”

Bloody Paw Prints

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There were bloody paw prints on the cold tiled floor of the emergency pet hospital. I stared at them with my heart beating for the animal who was being treated behind closed doors. Luckily, the bloody paw prints weren’t from the cat my sister, and I had rushed to the hospital after we found her vomiting blood, but the entire scene in the lobby was a visible reminder of the gravity of the situation.

My sister and I sat next to a really young couple. When you sat still you could hear the young woman slightly sobbing under the melodic yet seemingly inappropriate pop song playing over the hospital’s speakers. She curled up into the arms of her spouse, waiting for their dog to be returned to them again. I tried to stifle my own panic for the spunky cat with an attitude I had grown to love over the last five years. I knew my sister, who was fiddling around with the most random objects in the hospital, was upset as well, so I tried my best not to make it worse by remaining still. Continue reading “Bloody Paw Prints”

“C” is for Cat

Screen Shot 2014-09-17 at 6.33.02 AMThere’s a countdown on my fridge written in dry erase marker on a magnetic board displaying the days left until our cat’s birthday. Everyone who has come over to the apartment has exclaimed his or her excitement for the event of the year.

“Hey, so are you going to the birthday party on the 28th?” my sister had asked a firefighter friend.

“Yes! I’m so down!”

“Yeah, were going to have hats, decorations and stick a candle in her food and everything.”

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Don’t Save the Cheater

This story is a precursor to The Hollywood Intern series.

All week I was running around going to different interviews for different Journalism, new media, and marketing related internships. I really thought I had experienced it all until my group interview for a popular small-scaled new media company. I had left way too early for the interview on purpose, just in case I got lost, and I’m so glad I did because when I finally found the building that I needed to get to I ran into three other lost young adults in jeans and T-shirts.

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Cats and Cocaine

LolCats, cat videos on YouTube, and crazy cat ladies with over 20 cats—it’s an obsession that people can’t stop having.

It’s an obsession with cats.

Cats are the reason why so many other blogs get so many “likes” and “reblogs.” They lick their paws and take naps in such a manner that makes everyone so happy and drunk off of this overwhelming cuteness. It’s an epidemic that has quickly crept into the homes of the innocent and that has pushed its way on to every computer screen in the world.

It’s like a zombie infection that takes over your brain and leaves you only thinking about when’s the next time you’re going to get to see another cat. It’s even worse than a cocaine addiction that you try your best to shake in that it just keeps coming back like that damn crack pipe.

They hypnotize you with their eyes and draw you in with their cunning trickery that you cannot escape.

Go ahead. Try to look away.

Did you look away? No. You know why? That cute kitty has magical powers that possess your mind.

How about this one?

Did you puke rainbows? Good God that one even spoke!

The point of this is—that I really have no point. I just really want a kitty. : (