Jan
9
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What IS it?
A) A fuzzy wuzzy catterpillar that’s been exposed to radiation
B) An angora badger
C) A ferret that went above and beyond the call of duty when it came to growing a winter coat
D) A Persian cat that got all stretched out
E) Not enough info — we must poke it with a stick to see how it reacts
Jan
7
It Lives!
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El Blog de Kalin has been resurrected! In case you didn’t know/notice, it was down from sometime after Christmas until today.
I think I just needed a break from my blog, to figure out what the heck to do with it. I’d begun the process of dreading and avoiding doing any updates, as was pretty apparent. I considered just deleting it all together and leaving it behind.
So the blog with have a few subtle changes, most notably that I’ll no longer be posting as many photos and I won’t be updating about the current goings-on in my life.
So I guess that leaves us with… ferret updates! Wooooo! That’s cool, though, because ferrets are magestic like wolves, as evidenced by this video:
I need to find a way to replay that ending in slow motion.
Nov
22
Underachieving
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Are you kidding me?! Let me assure that that kind of stuff does NOT happen around here. I can’t even get Maizy to poop in the litterbox.
Which reminds me, I want to apologize to anyone who read the comments on that last entry and was scandalized by my sister Lil’s use of the term “poop shake.” I can’t take her anywhere. Not even the internet.
Anyhoo, I had to make a special trip out to go buy MORE ferret food today. They’re going through it like crazy these days. Where is it all going, I ask?
OH WAIT, MAYBE IT’S GOING HERE:
We’re getting ready for winter!
Nov
14
Stop the presses…
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…Kalin has a social life!
No, I am kidding.
I did go out last night with some of my sorority sisters to see One Republic in concert. I dig their music and was pretty excited that they came to our university. Apparently we won the opportunity in some contest on Facebook.
As one of the members of the Student Activities Board was announcing our accomplishment, my friend Becca turned to me. “Did you participate in that?” she asked.
“No!” I answered, “I didn’t even know about it until it was over. Did you?”
“Yeah!” she responded. But then the announcer started listing off things that people had done to win points in the contest (visiting websites, voting on things, etc.). “Wait,” Becca said, “maybe that was something else…”
Besides our lack of participation in getting them there, the band put on a great show. That is a fairly big compliment from me, because I tend to dislike a lot of live music. I know, that’s the opposite of most college students it seems, but these days there are too many bands that just don’t sound good live. That was not the case this time, I’m happy to report.
Enough of my commentary on the music industry! Here are your (drumroll please)…
My sister Lil provides photographic evidence of her daughter playing with a friendly little snake. This is especially impressive to me because it was mere weeks ago when I got scared by a piece of rope that was lying on the sidewalk because I thought it could be a snake. And it is worth mentioning that I already knew it was a piece of rope before I got scared.
Over at Alpaca Farm Girl’s blog, she’s posted pictures of their newest addition.
Fidget at Finding Yourself Despite Yourself posted a hilarious video demonstrating what some Basset Hound owners are subjected to at 2AM.
Angela from My Dogumentary shared pictures of her dogs’ Halloween costumes. I love that they go together. I’m going to do this with the ferrets next year. Maybe they will go as a weasel and a big rat. Oh, wait…
This last one is not actually a blog, but Slick Deals gathers up all sorts of bargains and coupons on the internet and posts them each day as they come in. Some are completely worthless to me, but others are pretty handy!
In closing, here is a picture I took of Huckleberry Finn leaping off of a small table.
(I bet right about now you are feeling pretty silly for falling for that whole “I’ve got a social life” trick I pulled earlier, eh?)
Nov
11
Those Lofty Goals
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Last night, despite my exhaustion, I decided to let the ferrets out for a little while so that they could run and play before bedtime.
Maizy opted to stay in the cage while Huckleberry Finn, surprise surprise, wanted to get out and run.
Towards the end of the evening I scooped him up and petted him for a minute. His eyes drifted shut and he went to sleep for just a moment, which I thought was rather cute. It is certainly better than his reaction used to be (reminder: spazzing out and nipping). I took him back to his cage, and he settled in to a hammock to catch some z’s.
I was attempting to do the same (minus the cage and the hammock, of course), but these days Bradley insists that he MUST go out every three hours. Bradley was also insisting that he was hungry enough to perish immediately if he didn’t get some kibble. So, squinty-eyed and bushy-haired, I let him out and reached for the bag of kibble.
Gone.
Surely I must have set it somewhere, but it was not revealing itself in the dark, so I gave up on it. Bradley could survive until a more reasonable hour.
This morning I found the bag of kibble on its way behind the fridge. Huckleberry Finn had not only knocked a 4 pound bag of kibble off the shelf, he had then dragged it across the whole kitchen in an attempt to stash it behind the stove in his usual hiding place.
I would expound more on how ridiculous this is, that a little weasel weighing less than two pounds would steal a four pound bag of dog food, but I hear him rustling around in the kitchen as I type. I don’t even want to know what would happen if he found the knives.
Nov
4
The ferrets have been studying up for a seminar they’re putting together, working title: “How to Annoy the Everloving Hell out of Your Owner.”
Huckleberry Finn has taken to grabbing onto the sides of his cage and rattling them. He doesn’t do this during normal daylight hours, of course, but rather around 4AM.
I woke up to the delightful BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA sound, and the thing is he doesn’t just shake it and stop. He doesn’t even pause. He just shakes it continuously. I dragged myself out of bed and told him to quit it, in so many words (none of which a ferret can wrap their tiny, raisin-esque brain around), and went back to bed.
BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA
I got back up and studied the cage, seeing if there was anything I could duct tape together so that it would stop acting as a timpani drum for psychotic weasels. No such luck, so I went to bed, thinking I could just stuff cotton in my ears and sleep through it, because I was pretty freakin’ tired at that point.
BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA BANGA
I had had enough. I leaped from my comfy nest, stomped out to the car and grabbed the travel cage, which is really just a cat carrier with a blanket stuffed inside. I stomped back inside, grabbed the offender, and stuffed him into the cage, and set it out on the porch for the rest of the night, which was a little on the brisk side.
And so was born my new motto: When you can’t keep a cool head, make a ferret cool instead.
Oct
3
An Assortment
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Huckleberry Finn has become my (fuzzy, spastic) shadow as of late. He is much nicer this semester and has decided that he rather quite likes me. Mostly he likes it when I play with him, which usually involves me tickling his belly and him running away and then coming back to loiter nonchalantly by my feet, acting as though he is just casually strolling by but does NOT want a belly tickle. This process repeats endlessly.
When I walk from room to room I hear the sounds of a little weasel galloping along behind me.
I appreciate this new-found affection a lot more than I appreciated his previous habit of nipping toes.
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The problems with my blog are now fixed! You can now see individual entries, make comments, etc.
Many thanks to the nice folks at Start Logic, the hosting company I use, for taking the time to figure out what the heck I was babbling on about. Turns out it was a simple fix, but one that would have taken me ages to figure out on my own.
Also, turns out I probably caused it in the first place. That’s how I roll.
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Homecoming Weekend has officially started! Tomorrow morning is an early one, as I’m going to the university farm to help prepare the annual Homecoming Breakfast for current students and alumni.
I leave from there to go to the parade, in which our sorority has a float along with the ag fraternity.
After that is our sorority’s softball game with our alumni against the ag fraternity.
And after THAT is a dinner with sorority alumni.
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I realized that in the last entry it looked like Bradley’s old bed was an old towel and his new bed was the navy dog bed underneath. In reality, the navy bed underneath is the old one and there is ANOTHER dog bed (a GREEN one, which I explained to him in hopes of some appreciation, but to no avail) under there. He nearly has it matted down to an acceptable condition.
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