For Sirius

I finally got with the times and purchased satellite radio. With the thousands of miles I'll be covering by car this summer alone and the epiphany that Northern California stations kind of suck once you venture outside the city borders, I thought it pertinent for keeping my sanity (and not abusing the new "no talking on cell phone while driving" law that goes into effect July 1). And having a handy-dandy boyfriend who can do anything and everything (sew bed skirts, take apart and reassemble a car, wire my GPS and radio for me), you really save on installation fees. Plus, another tax write-off, yeah!


Also, I was quite pleased to find that since I already have a fancy GPS with satellite capabilities, it cost me less than a hundred bucks to buy -- for some reason, I was envisioning sacrificing eating for a month in order to fund my recreational needs. Why did I opt for Sirius over XM? Well, no reason, other than my boyfriend told me to (and I *generally* do what he says) and at a recent dinner at Mulvaney's in Sacramento, the restaurant played channel 75 (ALL SINATRA, ALL THE TIME) for the duration of our meal, and I fell in love (with Sinatra and Sirius, simultaneously). Also, I just really like dogs.

But no one was more thrilled with the purchase than our (usually) anti-social Cat. He who usually bolts at the slightest rustle of paper -- he's extremely skittish, dating back to Scott saving him as a stray kitten back in Sicily a decade ago -- came running into the office area the second we opened the package and plopped his big-boned butt into the squishy pile of foam peanuts.


And without so much as blinking an eye, he'd readjust every few seconds:


Comfy yet, Dude?


The fetal position never disappoints.


Being a cat is such hard work.


Then, I threw a peanut on the floor, and it was instantly playtime (see video below). Does this post automatically land me a position in the category of Crazy Cat Lady? Because truth be told, I loathed the general species (tigers, leopards and panthers aside) until I moved back in with Scott (I'm highly allergic). But the Cat has been in his life seven years longer than me, so I had no grounds to complain. And he, being the Cat, took it upon himself to make sure I liked him, though I tried my hardest not to. Damn felines.


The Cat from krysleigh on Vimeo.

**Apologies for the quality of pictures and this video. I usually Photoshop most things, but thanks to my recent computer malfunction, I no longer have any programs on my computer. Stupid Steve and his stupid Apples.