Leaving on a Jet Plane

Boyfriend and I are taking a vacation this week, and traveling to the west coast where a family member of his is getting married. This is the first time I'm meeting this part of his family, and the first time I'm traveling to the west coast. And the first time I'm flying in nearly 20 years. Do I have massive anxiety? MAYBE. 

All about that #projection lifestyle

Boyfriend travels all the time, but I do not. EVERYTHING about traveling is totally freaking me out.   

Wish me luck, you guys. 

The Fire

So, I had some adventure this weekend. Specifically, I had a small fire in a wall mounted space heater that required me using my fire extinguisher and calling the fire department. No major damage beyond the space heater, but it still smells smokey in here. (BTW, any tips for dealing with that? Let me know in the comments or tweet it at me.)

I will now present to you three scenarios.

1. How I Responded to this Crisis In My Head:

Yep, I pretty much just wanted to run away and let it all burn. Fire is scary!

2. How I Told Others I Responded to this Crisis:

Yep, that's totally the Official Story. 

And finally:

3. How I Actually Responded:

Yep. The fire department came a minute later, and made sure it hadn't spread to the wall. Whew. 

So, while I had the presence of mind to use the fire extinguisher (and some wet towels, which is what ultimately killed it), I also just kept shouting my street address over and over again on the phone without telling the dispatcher what town I was in.  And I put Kitty in her carrier like a grown up, instead of flinging her out the window whilst shouting SAVE YOURSELF. So all in all, I give myself a solid B+.

What about you guys - are you panickers or calm cool and collected?

Just a Touch of Rabies

A couple of weeks ago, this happened:

That's right. Boyfriend found a bat flying around his kitchen in the middle of the day. He got it out of his house and texted me. 

I reacted appropriately, I think. 

I furiously googled bat rabies, and was horrified by what I read, which included gems like these:

1. bats are the number one cause of rabies in people

2. bat teeth are very sharp and bites can be undetected by sleeping people

3. rabies is always always fatal and by the time you show symptoms, it's too late and you're gonna die

So I emailed this info to  Boyfriend, who promptly disregarded the email and told me that it wasn't in his bedroom, so it was fine. He didn't think to murder or trap the bat to get it tested, so he didn't report it. 

I tried to forget about it, and saw him like usual that weekend. 

Then, last week, Boyfriend found a bite on his leg. A bite that did not belong to his puppy.

So yes, Boyfriend finally went to the hospital. And got six shots. He got shots for his puppy, too. 

He and I have been googling rabies nonstop, and are both a wealth of information on the topic. 

(Yes, that sad Scrubs episode with Dr Cox having a breakdown was based on a true case!)

So that's how I became convinced I got rabies too. Even though there's never been a case of rabies through human kissing. Still. I've always felt that I was meant for greatness.

I made Boyfriend ask the doctor during his next visit, and she said she "thinks" that if he didn't have any symptoms, I was fine. TBH, "thinking" something is not the type of language that inspires confidence in me. But Boyfriend is fine. And I'm probably also fine. 

True Detective and GhostCat!

First, my tablet is fixed! Ok, more like I plugged it in again and it started working. But yeah, huzzah! Fixed! On to the story. 

Boyfriend and I have been watching True Detective. We binge watched the last 5 episodes this week. 

If you've seen it, you'll know it's creepy as fuck. 

But it's also pretty good. I recommend. 

After, then we tried to go to bed. 

A note about my bedroom: right now, I'm not letting kitty in there when I sleep. She has this habit of aggressively attacking my feet, and I need my beauty rest. 

She likes to sneak in, though. 

I can't say I always mind. 

So, Boyfriend and I were laying in bed, sleeping and having terrible true detective nightmares. 

At around 2 am, Boyfriend got up to use the bathroom and came back to bed. I could tell he was moving around a bit. 

Truth be told, I thought I felt her walking near my legs, but when I reached down for her I didn't feel anything. 

I told Boyfriend I had to go to the bathroom and that I'd check the living room for kitty. 

She wasn't in any of her spots in the open, so I checked in her common sleeping spot, under the futon. Lo and behold:

That's right. Kitty was sleeping soundly until I woke her up. I could tell what she was thinking:

So I crept back into bed and told Boyfriend.

Suffice it to say, sleep did not come easily after that. 

In the morning, Boyfriend and I talked about it. 

So yes, we may have a ghostcat(!) in the bedroom. Do your cats/pets ever creep you out like this? Or you have a ghostcat! story? Share!