Just had to repost this.
I had a conversation with a coach yesterday who was seemed shocked to learn that I believe that introversion is a blessing. Here are just a few reasons why I believe that our personality type is a blessing…perhaps in disguise.
Extroverts act quickly, while introverts use their introspection before acting.
Extroverts crave attention, while introverts are content with themselves.
Extroverts speak quickly, while introverts think before they speak.
Extroverts get energy from others, while introverts get energy from themselves.
Extroverts value breadth of experience, while introverts value depth of experience.
Extroverts think out loud, while introverts solve things in their head.
Extroverts are “social” with everyone, while introverts are “social” with small groups of their choosing.
Do you remember the links you gave me for online streaming of sports? Can you resend it to me? What is the website that you go to when you watch online? Can you resend it? Can you? Can yoü? Pssst!
Ever since I bought a new mat for my bathroom two weeks ago, I noticed that it’s always bunched up in the corner every time I walk in. I knew it was Beans’ doing but I haven’t figured out exactly what he does to it. It doesn’t have a sticky underside like my old one so it can easily be kicked around with the slightest movement.Does he stand on one end and burst at full speed, thus, causing the mat to ripple back? Does he try to bury something in it? Does he simply do it to annoy me?
Earlier today, I got my answer.
Needless to say, I let him be.
i don’t remember spending so much time tweaking my theme
the colts better win
iphone syncing intermittently…weird
my fb friends is up +100 from last weekend
Found something to do while waiting for the disk cleanup to finish…
Seagate External Drive, 160 GB
Alternate name: STARBUCKS
Ipod Classic, 80 GB
Alternate name: BLACKPOD117
What keeps me sane
Kingston Thumb Drive, 4 GB
Alternate name: PARKLES
Convenient to have
Apple iPhone, 32 GB
Alternate name: AURORA9309
My extra limb
LaCie Portable Drive, 500 GB
Alternate name: MOSES
Acquired: December 2009
A lifetime’s worth of backups
Brewster Nikolai Sebastian, 3 years old
Alternate name: BEANS
Acquired: May 31, 2008
Not a quadrilateral but might as well be
The faint glow across his belly is from the heater, the thing of beauty that’s making me pay +40 for electricity! He loves it so much sometimes I turn it on just for him. I know that cats have a warmer body temp than humans so wasn’t really expecting him to lounge about so close to the heater. When it’s not on, he sits in front of it and looks at me with an I-dare-you-to-ignore-me puppy eyes. So I do what every self-respecting cat slave would do…I turn the heater on.
Two months later, I get my bill. $91.
I wish I was there to hold your hand while you were going through hell so I could absorb some of your pain and help you through it. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there but I know you know how much I love you. The good things in me are because of you, Ditz. I will miss you so much but I get solace in knowing you won’t suffer anymore. Thank you for everything you did for me. For taking care of me like your own daughter. For listening to my thoughts. I didn’t say much growing up but you heard everything I wasn’t saying.
Ditse, though you have gone on, you’ll never be truly gone from our lives for the part of yourself you shared with others will forever be embedded in our souls.
Been a while…
It’s 3 AM…
Might see Invictus on Friday…
Should be great…
Beans is mesmerized by the heater…
Take care, Bajoe. We know you’re in a funner place now.
Bajoe blocking the stairs / Bajoe with bro
Bajoe supporting bor’s heavy head / Bajoe & bro sleeping . . . awwwwww
Bajoe getting mashed by bro / Bajoe wondering what the hell bro was eating
Thank you for making our lives better.
We will always be your family.
We love you so much.
One story I can tell and the most recent is when an old man customer told me after I told him that there won’t be a free support for his issue, is that he can’t understand me and I shouldn’t be stuttering when I wasn’t. I know he’s just pissed off because he gotta pay for support >:) I told him, “If you can’t understand me then why do you respond to my questions?” he butt in but I said in a higher tone, “IF YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND ME THEN WHY DID YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I JUST SAID?!” And then…he stuttered. I mocked him…”YOU’RE STUTTERING! YOU’RE STUTTERING! I THOUGHT YOU DON’T LIKE STUTTERING?!” He got mad and I was furiously happy mocking him and then when he had enough, he hung up.
After a few minutes, I know how I feel and I’m proud of it. I feel happy.
Don’t you have days when you just want to kill somebody?
Bogchilus Goo Sparkles
Our beloved community cat has grown
white wings and ascended into cat heaven.
His mission on earth is fulfilled.
It has come full circle.
Thank you, Bogchi, for keeping us company.
The King is missed.
But The Legend of Parkal lives on.
Unknown – April 14, 2009
Hope there’ll be another election as exhilarating as this one.
When I can finally vote!
Beans is toilet-trained!
I was gonna do some cleaning so I put the toilet training seat cover on the rug and then I went to get something for a moment. When I got back, Beans had already jumped on the bowl and was sniffing it. He stopped when he saw me, like he always does whenever I walk in on him when he’s about to do his business. I went out to give him privacy. He jumped down and followed me. I walked back in and he followed me. He jumped back onto the toilet and peed with the toilet training seat cover still on the rug.
Bye, bye, smelly litterbox!
This strange phenomenon just started happening in August. I’d be going to the bathroom or the bedroom and Beans would be plopped on the floor, with his body crooked or twisted in some weird way. Imagine being seriously busy and then you decide to go to the bathroom and then while you’re walking in the hallway you come across this cat just lying there in the dark staring at you upside down with his body wrung out of proportion.
This picture is not distorted. He really was leaning.
Beans in June
Beans in August
No matter how close you want to keep them by your side, their adventurous souls will always carry them to heights and mysterious places that only they know about. It doesn’t matter if the places exist. The most important thing is that they know about it. Some of them came back, like our little Patche, who left with the heart of a kitten a long time ago and came back with scars but more spunk.
This 13th day of September, Philippine time, Patche decided to ascend to cat heaven because the cat flu had been bugging him for a while. He wanted to embark on another adventure–the one where he will be given permanent white wings and meet his other siblings & friends. We heard he ordered white wings with silver lining.
Consequently, St. Gertrude will not be available for the rest of the day because she’s busy making Patche’s made to order white wings with silver lining. She thought it better not to argue because she’ll never hear the end of meow from our dear Patche, the talkative one.
Patche, in his younger days, with his brothers, sisters, half-brothers and half-sisters
Resting his noisy self
Patche showing he didn’t lose his charm despite the scars and whatever ordeal he went through when he embarked on his little adventure
Patche, sharing a bowl with his older brother, Bajorange
We already miss you but we’re happy knowing you’re in a safe place where you can meow your head off as much as you want.
Thank you for being with us and for coming back. We hope we made you happy and hope you know how much we loved you.
Squeaky, Tabsie, Miki, Bajorange, Patotoy, Tompi, Dossy, Dampot, Kumpot, Beetoy, Bogchi, Beans and me.
The Bajoejoe’s neck wound is healing up. Dampoter’s tail is getting longer and longer but she’s not growing up. Kumpol looks very clean always and his fur is soft. Dossy still here and still trying to force us to forget the fact that she didn’t grow up in our house Che-Patch living up to his reputation as a siren. A broken siren, rather. Fartotoy is still cute despite his patches of baldness hihi.. The Bromp-Bromp Jomper is still spraying like he’s never sprayed before… Big Bad Beetoy…I occassionally touch his forehead while eating hihi…but not for too long for him to notice then growl like a tiger.
I’m in training right now and our trainor just arrived. I miss Beans and Parkal!!!!!!! Dakker.
Beans’ shelter name, Speedy, makes a lot of sense now. He runs faster than diarrhea. His morning routine involves a massive amount of rampaging around the apartment in pursuit of nothing. Chasing an intangible prey—well, that will definitely go on indefinitely. But he’s very persevering. He picks up from where he left off the day before. I gather this is why his appetite increased this past week. He started eating chicken a few days ago, and yesterday, he gobbled up the raw turkey chunks I dropped in his bowl without hesitating. He has also taken to eating raw meaty chicken bones, which I thought would need some work. I want him to get as much calcium as he can in case the nothing he’s been chasing decides to retaliate and attempts to break his bones. I weighed him the other day and Beans got a good lamutak from me when the pointer stopped at 8 lbs. Nowadays he completely snubs his old “cat food” and anything cooked. At times whenever Bogchi’s eating, it seems as if Beans wants to join in the “fun” just for the heck of it but when he attempts to eat the same food Bogchi’s stuffing his face with, Beans does not/cannot go beyond licking it. Not sure if he simply doesn’t like how it smells or tastes but I don’t encourage him to eat anything that isn’t raw.
Anyway, he has also learned the art of croaking. He croaks in my face each morning. I’ve taken it to mean that he wants something he isn’t getting (yet).
In other parts of the globe, Squeaky Doo reports that our feline clan has expanded to 7:
Ure aka Bajorange: the fat one; Puti’s successor to the throne;
Patche aka Chepatch: the noisy one; Ure’s brother
Tumpok aka Tompi: the naughty one; looks similar to Beans; Ure’s student
Patotoy: looks silly, almost like a Turkish Van
Dossy aka Dos II: female, looks like Dos
Kumpot: one of the new ones; bears a strong resemblance to Tompi hence the name
Dampot: found in a small cave made of stones
It’s actually 8 if we count Joony in. The one that sleeps with his head hanging off the edge. The one who sits in front of a wall and stares at it until the wall gets bored. He’s shaking paws with the wind somewhere. Oh, well, whatever floats his boat.
I’m thinking Squeaky Doo’s recent entry into the world of Microsoft made him a bit cat-happy that’s why he’s taken to collecting cats. There was actually another one, Charlotte. Cat found him and Sooz in church. Now she owns Sooz.
Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
* Accept that some days you’re the pigeon, and some days you’re the statue.
* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
* Drive carefully. It’s not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.
* If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply be kind to others.
* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won’t have a leg to stand on.
* The second mouse gets the cheese.
* When everything’s coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.
* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
[this is my favorite]
* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
* We could learn a lot from crayons… Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today…I did.
Top 10 European spots I’d like to visit:
1. Rome (with 2-day trips to Milan, Florence, Venice, and The Vatican)
Madrid, Lisbon, Brussels, Reykjavik, Bern, Copenhagen, Helsinki, Warsaw
I was just talking to my brother about Bogchi. For a cat who does not have a “permanent” home, he sure is porky. Anybody who sees him would think he gets left behind in the kitchen a lot. Round on all sides, he almost looks like a barrel of KFC chicken.
I usually get home at 6PM. Before I could unlock the door, Bogchi would be standing in front of me, ready for his 2nd of 3 meals. I forgot the last time I had to coax him in. And if I’m reading his body language correctly, there’s a very good possibility that he has memorized the sound of my engine and footsteps. Head popped up, body flat on the ground—he looks directly at me as I make my way to my apartment. He comes running in seconds—I don’t even have to look. I can see him from my peripheral vision, bouncing on the concrete. Sometimes Beans is ready to pounce on the other side so I have to strategize, leaving Bogchi outside until I’ve secured Beans—it’s not fun to chase a cat around. Bogchi’s patience, as I’ve found out, is about as long as his nonexistent eyelashes. He would claw on the screen if I don’t open the door for him within two seconds.
Yesterday, about an hour after I’ve fed him his afternoon serving, I took out the trash and on my way back, I saw Bogchi outside Apt#3, eating again. Amazing, I thought. Most people feed their cats twice daily. This one eats at least four times a day!
I am touched by your company while I take a shower. I’m also amused by your everlasting fascination with the bathtub and the trinkling noises you hear from behind the shower curtain. I’m also flattered that you always manage to know where I am and that you find it worthwhile to watch me doze off. Your fur is soft against my leg—I like it a lot. When I brush my teeth, it’s okay to hang out and watch but you have to understand, my sweet Beans, your litterbox is not an acceptable spot for you to chill out.
It’s been a week since I started rawfeeding Beans and each time I see his empty bowl after feeding, I feel so happy I want to feed him some more. But of course, I don’t. I want him to become lean, not overweight.
I would not have found the benefits of feeding raw meat to cats had Beans not started becoming finicky with his food. The first 2 weeks were fine. He gobbled up anything that landed on his bowl. His love for dry food was eternal—even preferring it over canned food. I thought I should give him more dry than canned to minimize the wasted food. What started driving me nuts was his sudden and inexplicable aversion to flavors he used to like eating. Giving him a new flavor often worked but only for a little while. Sometimes I ended up with 4 different flavors in the fridge. And I couldn’t keep ignoring his pickiness with hopes of him eventually realizing he’ll starve unless he eats whatever is on his bowl. I started looking for more nutritious cat food brands and came across Natural Choice. Oddly enough, I learned that the “best” brands were mostly only either sold online or by small retail stores. The ones sold in grocery stores and other large chains are mostly packed with crap that cats don’t need—wheat, soy, corn, rice, etc. Friskies is cheap—10 cans for $5, but it lists wheat gluten as one of the first 5 ingredients in most, if not all, flavors. Cats are carnivores, so why feed them grain? Makes sense. I was learning a lot just because Beans wouldn’t eat his food! The ideal cat food, I learned, should list a type of meat or organ as the first (second & third) ingredient(s), which would make it/them the most dominant ingredient(s) in the cat food, and not the fillers. Natural Choice chicken liver flavor lists chicken meat and liver as the first 2 ingredients. When Beans snubbed the Priority chicken liver flavor, I gave him the Natural Choice brand. He ate it like candy. To mix things up, I mixed it with some kibbles. He had no problem with it but this period didn’t last long because I happened upon an article about rawfeeding one day. I read several more literature and visited several more sites.
Cats—wild, domestic, tigers, lions, cheetahs, and other felines—are born carnivores. They live, survive and thrive on eating the flesh of their preys. Raw meat is packed with protein. The organs, especially the heart, liver and kidneys are rich in taurine. They are both very important to a cat’s well-being. Cats also need fat (which means I can no longer have an excuse for not shaving the skin off the chicken just because I don’t want it to be wasted.)
The day I decided to try it on Beans, I was so excited beyond reason. Guessing what flavor Beans and Bogchi want to eat on a certain day is the only thing that stresses me out. I thought there was nothing to lose by giving rawfeeding a try that I wasn’t already losing with commercial cat food. I was convinced it was going to work remembering that when I was cooking hototay, Beans went on “makulit” mode until he found the source of the smell. He managed to steal bits of pork meat from the counter but he loved pork liver more. And then Bogchi, who rarely ever jumps on tables and counters except to sniff something he really, really wants, drove me crazy from the moment he walked in. His nose was up in the air. He sniffed every surface relentlessly. When he couldn’t find what his nose could, he jumped on the dining table, then on the utility table. The next second he was on the computer table, walked across my laptop and stopped at the bowl of hototay I was eating. He chased it from me and I couldn’t believe I was trying to hide my dinner from a cat!
Anyway, I gave Beans a raw chicken leg with some meat torn off. It’s also important for cats to gnaw on animal bones for dental health and jaw practice, I read. It felt like heaven when he didn’t even flinch. As it turned out, I was able to transition him cold turkey. Bogchi, on the other hand, needs some strategizing. While he did eat raw chicken breast the first day, he has since snubbed anything raw that is offered—from chicken to pork and beef. And then Beans, for some reason, didn’t like chicken breast but has no problem with chicken liver, pork meat, pork tongue, beef meat, beef liver and beef heart—all raw. I feed him half a cup every serving but I give him something extra in the afternoon since he burns off a lot of energy. I’ve stopped giving him dry or canned food altogether and he doesn’t seem to miss them.
Beans’ urine increased—raw meat has lots of water content—and the size of his poop was reduced to half. The very noticeable change was the lack of odor. Whenever he visited his litterbox when he was still on kibbles, the mindblowing whif of that revolting smell drove even him out of the room. Since eating raw, the odor has become faint.
For Bogchi, I boil the chicken for a few minutes. Over the next few days I’ll try boiling it less and less until he’s fully transitioned to raw chicken meat. And then I’ll try other types of meat.
There are available raw cat food that are ready to serve but I chose to buy raw human-grade meat myself so we can share. Besides, I love handling raw meat. I don’t really know why but back in the Philippines, I would always tell my Mom, “Mommy! Ako na maglalamas ng karne!” when she’s cooking. I also like dressing fish. The malansa smell is lost on me. When there was no meat or fish to make lamas, the cats had to be lamutaked.
Beans, I think, is the very definition a cat. Those years of having cats, at one point 12 of them, there never was one who was as rambunctious and as wickedly silly as this one. I figured he was separated from his mother very early, which accounts for his incessant biting and scratching as a means of playing. He doesn’t know better because no one “disciplined” him when he was a baby. Puti, Batik, Junior, Buccaneer, Asha, Ure, Patche, Trey, Dos, Tres, & Ivo never exposed their fangs and claws to us because Muning was around until they grew out of kittenhood. And while it’s amusing and entertaining when Beans chases invisible mice, bounces off the walls–literally, grabs my feet from under the couch or while I’m walking past him, chews on the cardboard under the bed while I’m sleeping, jumps on every available surface for no reason, and so on, there are a few more things, aside from biting and scratching, that he needs to unlearn.
Bogchi’s tail is not a toy. It is not a substitute for your cat dancer.
I know it looks meaty but Bogchi’s rump is not part of your meal.
It is not okay to terrorize Bogchi just for fun.
Sticking your face in Bogchi’s bowl while he’s eating will not make him like you any faster.
Bogchi’s head is not a trampoline.
Bogchi reacts to catnip, you don’t. When he starts to squirm and wiggle, it is not an attempt to play with you.
When Bogchi is frozen from fright, it is not an invitation for you to bowl him over.
Beans is here to stay. He’s young and full of energy so give him patience. When he attempts to play with you, pretend to be interested. That will be good enough for him. He doesn’t ask much—just a playmate. I know he chases you a lot. It’s because he likes you and wants to be friends with you. He wants you to accept him. He does not mean any harm. He gets confused when you get defensive. You see, he used to live in the street before living in the shelter, and even while he was there he couldn’t play with the other cats because he was in a cage like the others. He was so quiet and I honestly almost did not pick him. But I’m glad I did. So this is probably the closest semblance to home that he’s ever been in. He seems happy to me and I hope he really is. And although I play with him too, I am not a cat, and you are, and I’m sure he knows that. So don’t take offense if he seems to be obsessively trained on chasing you whenever you’re around. Try chasing invisible stuff all day and see if you don’t get overly excited when you see an actual living thing that can be chased around. Underneath all that rough playfulness, he’s really sweet. He might even use you as a pillow if you let him. And that one time when he landed on your head—that was an accident. He just ran out of space, that’s all. And when he nips your behind while you’re eating, he’s not trying to steal your food. He probably just wants to convey that you might wanna start thinking about losing some weight. And when I spray your behind with catnip, I’m trying to convey that you don’t need to mark your territory. Everybody knows you’re the king!
Your 2nd Mom
He actually likes sitting on my lap.
One of his favorite things to do, sit by the door and watch the world.
Beans, watching Bogchi. That brown blob on the upper part—that’s Bogchi.
Bogchi’s rug, littered with catnip.
There are 3 things Beans loves doing with this sheet. Sit on it, chew it, knead it.
The capped claws.
He loves strings and everything that moves.
Most of the time he chases things only he can see. He jumps onto countertops. Twice I’ve seen him on the floor 1 second and be top of the refrigerator the next. He sulks and whimpers like a child when he doesn’t get what he wants. He adores cardboard boxes, goes crazy chasing laser lights and goes bonkers over moving feathers or other furry things.
Before, I would be all scratched up from his claws but the claw caps took care of that despite him successfully chewing off a few of them. The biting part, well, that needs a lot of work.
Beans on my pillow.
Beans by the window. He loves watching the great outdoors and Bogchi.
Beans demonstrating how to be little and occupy the entire couch.
He alights on top of the back of the couch like a butterfly. Done this a lot of times.
Sits on his litterbox like it’s the closest thing to heaven.
Bogchi would tear this paper bag if he tried to fit himself in it.
A few nights before Beans arrived, I found Bogchi contentedly curled on this bed, sparing no space for a strand of fur.
I will never replace you.
Despite what Beans might think, you’re still the king.
And it’s still your kingdom!
And you’re so cute!