Cocktails, kitty time, football and a cab accident were the ingredients of my interesting Nashville weekend…
The little love of my life, Mr. Bear was impatiently waiting for his Friday evening cattails (and doing his best to blend in with the Halloween decor) upon my arrival home from work.
While enjoying our spirits, I shared news that will probably change Ted’s life for the better…there is now wine for cats (thank you dear readers for sharing the news – I don’t know how I wasn’t already in the loop, being bona fide cray over my cat). Although I’m going to have to fly to Japan to get my paws on one of the 1,000 bottles they’re making (but I think trekking across the world with my cat on the prowl for feline wine would make for some fun blog posts).
While Tedstar reveled in his wine news and I continued to drink human vino, I got all kinds of confidence and started hanging up pictures that have been sitting on the floor since I moved in July. And I have to say, surprisingly none are crooked.
I was greeted with smiles from Iowa on Saturday morning, which made getting out of bed more tolerable.
Is there a better way to kick off college game day than with a tasty bloody mary?
While I was prepping for the Iowa Hawkeye game, Ted participated (as it requires copious amounts of energy to sit) in the sport of bird watching.
With the tailgating (or rather homegating) goodies ready to go, my folks and I prepared to watch our Hawks get beat (which is a recurring theme this year).
And of course we kept up the shot after every score tradition, taking the sting out of the loss.
Teddy was so exhausted after his bird watching, he couldn’t keep his eyes open for one single second of the three-hour game.
Late Saturday evening libations ended rather harshly as the cab we were riding home in got hit by a drunk driver.
While everyone was thankfully OK after the impact, when it occurred I was leaning up from the backseat, talking to the driver (I seriously never shut up) and therefore slammed into the dash with my forearm. I think I feel a lovely bruise coming on.
In recovery mode on Sunday, I was wishing I had a ticket to the Titans game. I must have turned into a witch at some point recently because a few minutes later, I got an invitation and free ticket.
While it was a terrible football game (for Titans fans anyway), it was a beautiful fall day and fun times were had regardless.
Upon my return home I found Ted in the same position he was in when I left earlier in the day.
And he was in the same position yet again when I left for work this morning. Apparently all of the feline wine excitement really wore him out.
Here’s hoping your day isn’t as tough as Ted’s weekend.