Author: The Jody

I was reading more about that horrendous story about the cat breeder on Beacon Hill whose apartment was filled with 60 dead cats. Turns out this isn’t the first time she’s the cause of an apartment being condemned from feces, etc.

Then I looked her up on google, and while her site has been pulled down, you can look at a cache of it. This is what Heidi The Dead Cat Lady had to say about her business (emphasis is mine).

“Silver Circle Persians is a non-profit organization. Cat breeding is a serious hobby, and is not considered a business endeavour. Jay and Heidi’s compassion and combined effort make this cattery a reality. Jay Murthy is a Howard Hughes Fellow in Genetics (Molecular Biology) at Harvard University, Jay’s goal is to work on cutting edge research in Human Genetics, pharmacology and teach. Heidi Erickson is a third generation Persian breeder, student of law and is employed as a legal administrator on Beacon Hill, Heidi formerly progressed the research into the genetics of behavior under Dr.s Jerome Kagan and Evan Balaban of Harvard University, and cancer regression under Nobel-Laureate Dr. Charles Huggins, University of Chicago, Ben May Cancer Research Institute. Heidi’s goal is to promote the medical uses of animal therapists especially cats as a aid to the improvement of medical conditions and to relieve the burden of illness.

Jay and Heidi are both co-owners of most of the cats bred, shown or owned by Silver Circle and their endeavors include investigation into the genetic relationships of behavior and expression of blue-eye with white coat including the phenomenon of deafness in the Persian. Through their combined effort they maintain the genetic integrity and sweetness of the kittens they produce while they further promote responsible breeding among breeders and lobby for the use of companion felines for the improvement of human health. All the while they love and nurture their beloved cats.

Gah.

Boy, there’s nothing freakier than an unexpected noise when you’re alone in the house. I’m talking about the ghost in the toy room that decided to make my son’s toy cell phone ring. As I said in an email to some friends, “Should I answer it?”

Now Junior uses this phone to call “his boss” who he pretends is asking him to do work stuff, etc. You know, imitating daddy. So of course his dad replied to my email and said “You should answer it…maybe Junior’s boss is going to offer you a job!”

Ahhh, I would but I don’t want to get paid in invisible money. (Is there enough invisible stuff in my life already? Although my invisible daughter-in-law Julia has been strangely silent the past couple of weeks.)

And the winner of the “I don’t understand you people” award is the person who ended up here by doing an AOL search on “scott peterson underwear”. As in “boxers or briefs”? I have no idea. This is the wrong place for this kind of search, regardless of this site’s placement on your results page. Really. You can go now.

Can someone please explain to me why I have songs from the Grease soundtrack stuck in my head? Specifically “You’re the One That I Want”. I don’t get it.

Another “corker of a day” as Junior’s daycare lady says. It’s that time of year where I have to send him with a suitcase full of clothes. He starts off with a jacket, long pants and sneakers, but in his bag I have to put shorts and sandels. She doesn’t want me to just leave stuff there, so I have to do this daily. It’s not so bad, it just puts the pressure on me not to forget something or he’ll be stuck with the wrong clothes later in the day.

Kudos to the little bird that was on the railing when I pulled in the driveway this morning. He flew at the back door and I freaked out that he was trying to commit suicide by smashing into the glass, but it turns out he was ridding my entryway of all forms of bugs and moths that gathered there last night. I saw him fly off with a moth in his mouth – and I saw that moth stuck in the corner of the glass when I left this morning. He can come back ANY time to do that cleanup, I hate when there are bugs all over the place.

Junior said his first swear today! My gosh, we thought he’d never get a potty mouth! I mean, you hope that they’ll be precocious and making sailors blush before they get out of diapers, but sometimes they just frustrate you and make you wait. So yes, he’s five and a half, and the magic word is….hell. I know, I’m disappointed that it wasn’t something more inflammatory, but I guess there’s time for us to work on it.

So he asked me what the hell I was doing, and of course asked at my mom’s house, in front of her. Mom of course immediately states that he didn’t get that from HER house…and within an hour my father has used that very word at LEAST two times. When he’s in a car, driving or not, he pulls out all the stops. (Ya, I’m talking about YOU dad!)

I think I did a decent job of not making a big deal out of it, so maybe he got the point he shouldn’t use that word, not even when he’s trying to annoy me.