Mid-Term Project – #Ist646

This week I was hopping a ride on the struggle bus. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Which made this assignment that much harder. For this week’s assignment we had to create a 1:30-2 minute video that contained pictures, narration, music, etc.

I really struggled with creating this story for some reason. It took me 3 days to figure I wanted to tell the story of how I got my cat. Then it took 2 days just to record my audio! No matter what I did, I just didn’t like my script. Even now as I listen to it one last time (it’s already edited, compressed, yada yada…. I’m not changing it again!), I’m still not really happy with it. But I don’t know what to do to make it better. Perhaps this is storyteller’s block? Is that a thing?

Anyways…

This story is about how I acquired my cat. She is a 1 year old Russian Blue named Tickles. I’m very passionate about animals and that passion carries over into adoption/fostering pets. I think one of the best things you can do if you’re lonely is to go to your local animal shelter and love on some fur babies. I know so many animals get forgotten or put down because someone wanted to pay big bucks to get the latest Poodle/Retriever/Pug mix. Animals are not accessories, they are companions. They are family. Adopting a shelter animal won’t just save their life, if might just save yours too.

Adopt. Don’t Shop.

Go-T

So I’ve been getting a little ‘flack’ about how my blog is all sorts of negative and sad.

So this post is about a cat.

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So this is my sister’s cat. His name is Go-T. Yes, ย she did spell it that way. When my sister was younger she wanted to name him “after the little beard that guys have” – my dad told her it was called a goatee. She felt like spelling it however she pleased. Whenever we are at the Vet office they call him “GOT” ย – people think we named our cat “Got” – i.e. people think we are idiots.

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This is also a great time to mention that his original name was Tinkerbell! But due to some physical changes we realized he couldn’t keep that name. Or we could call him Tinkerballs, but that seemed inappropriate.

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Now he really is my sister’s cat. I can’t stand him. He annoys me. I’m not a big cat person. He really annoys me. And I’m pretty sure he bothers me on purpose. Whenever my sister is home he loves and cuddles with her and constantly sleeps on her bed. He leaves me alone. It’s great. But as soon as she leaves for college. He feels the need to park his butt on my bed and lick himself every day. I constantly have to pick off nasty wet hairballs from my blankets. It’s revolting.

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Yes, he’s fat, but not that fat. My bed is incredibly small.

I throw him (literally) off of my bed at least 10 times a day. I put barriers and walls of pillows and baskets on my bed so he can’t jump on. And yet, I’ll get home from work. And there he is. On my bed. Licking away. He bothers me.

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Or I will be trying to work on my computer – whether it be research for my blog, or watching a YouTube clip, or finding new music, etc. – he feels the need to jump on my bed, get as close to me as possible, but not touch me. Like a freaking 4 year old bully!!!!! He gets his paw as close as possible and then I tell him to get away from me and he’ll give me this looks that says “I’m not touching you!”

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And he doesn’t even do anything! At least I can play with my dog, or walk him around the block, or having semi-good conversations with him. Go-T doesn’t do anything! He sleeps, he eats, he goes outside, he eats, he licks himself, he eats, he sleeps… That’s all he does!

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Do you know where my hatred started? I do. Christmas 2006. I had begged my parents for the new iPod nano. It was super cool and I would be the first of my friends to have anything like it and I wouldn’t have to carry around my CD walkman anymore! And they actually got it for me! They left it for the last present and I screamed and cried for joy when I opened it. I immediately ran to the computer to load my CDs onto it. I then left it on my bed to take a shower. I came out of the shower and saw that the cat was on my bed and had my BRAND NEW IPOD NANO in between his paws. I yelled NO! And right when I yelled, that little jerk took his paw, stuck out his claws, and SCRATCHED THE SCREEN OF MY BRAND NEW IPOD NANO. I then promptly threw him down the stairs (literally – don’t tell my sister). Now I’m not one to hold a grudge for 7 years… But that cat is my arch nemesis.

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I didn’t smother him… This is just a picture of him having a rough day.

Meet Dwight

This is Dwight.

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He is my dog (ok he’s really my family’s dog… but he likes me most… ok he likes my dad most but I’m 2nd!).

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He is a pretty awesome dog. Sometimes… He can be really dumb. But he means well.

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He’s not a huge fan of the holiday season. Big trees scare him, so do lights, loud noises, men, men with beards, women with beards, cars, cats, clapping, yelling, thunder, lightning, rain, snow…. Basically he is afraid of everything. He’s pretty much the worst guard dog ever.

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He’s a big cuddler.

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My family got him February 2010. I was still in college at the time so I didn’t get to see him until May. I missed him being a puppy. But my sister would text me pictures of him constantly.

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He still loves to sleep on that blanket.

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He was basically the cutest puppy ever.

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He still is pretty darn cute.

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Sometimes I like to dress him up when I’m bored.

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Last year for Halloween I dressed him up like Dwight Schrute (he is actually named after Dwight Schrute – my family loves The Office).

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But he’s just a normal dog… Loves swimming, running, playing fetch, sunshine…

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He’s my buddy.

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