Rest in Peace

Sprinkles passed away this morning. Her heart stopped beating after coming out from anesthesia for a routine dental cleaning. We miss her so much already.

I'm Still a Dog Person, Though

One year and a day ago, we were merely Corn. One year ago, we became Corn and Sprinkles.

Thanks to her, we look forward to more dive-bomb ankle attacks, random barf on the carpet, fur in my bathrobe, bits and pieces of cardboard strewn about, and having our bladders stepped on as we lie in bed in the morning. :)

Good Things in Pictures

Our bulb(asaur)s are poking through (!):

My new jersey with super zipper action:

Sprinkles vs. The Squirrel:

Maybe I Shouldn't Have Said That

Me and Dave were watching CNN tonight:

[ Anderson Cooper is shown on tv ]

David: What happened to your face? (to Anderson) You get punched??
Katherine: Uh... he has skin cancer.....


Also, here's a video of Sprinkles vs. Popcorn.

Countdown to Bowel Destruction

Our small-group dinner last night was a success. I was nervous about cooking for so many people, but casseroles make it easy. I made homemade mac 'n' cheese and a vegetable casserole. I left the vegetable casserole out all night without refrigeration, but I was bold enough to take the leftovers to work for lunch today. It was eaten approximately 3 hours ago, and I am counting down the time left for my bowels to explode from some sort of wicked food poisoning.

We locked Sprinkles up in our room for the two hours while we had guests, and I could have sworn I heard her trying to get the door open.

A few days ago, Dave caught her in the garage, and he swears that the door to the garage had been closed. She has to have opened it! It was ultimately satisfying to me, because months ago I told him that I thought she opened that door by herself, and he didn't believe me.

Yes, it's an exciting life we lead.

Princess Sprinkles

Today is a proud day for my Katherine and Sprinkles! While at work, I was informed that one of Katherine's business reviews on Angie's List was published in the "pages of happiness" of the most recent Angie's List Indianapolis Magazine. It was for Sprinkles' vet!

Upon returning home, it was clear that Sprinkles had already received the news. The stardom went straight to her head! She's more vocal and destructive to anything cardboard than ever before.

Here's the published review:

Katherine Castro appreciated Broad Ripple Animal Clinic's (257-5334) care for her new feline friend. "I took my newly adopted cat Sprinkles, for her first checkup and vaccinations," Castro says. "Ms. [Megan] Mills, the vet assistant, greeted me and took great care with Srpinkles, even though my poor cat wasn't happy with her situation. I also appreciated that Dr. [Ben] Ealing [the vet] took the time to answer my many questions. I'm extremely pleased with them, and I trust them very much."

Good Times, Good Times

When did "Good times.... good times," become such a catchphrase? I hear people saying it all the time.

We're headed to Pennsylvania for the weekend to attend the wedding of Dave's cousin. I'm looking forward to seeing his family again, and I always love weddings.

I feel terrible for leaving Sprinkles alone in the house again. She's going to hate us even more. Sure, she'll be lovey-dovey when we first get back, but then it's non-stop meowing and butt-wiggling (which she does right before she pounces on us).

I'll be sure to give her a bunch of Greenies before we leave.