So a wee while back
Shirley had a post on his blog that was an interview from another Blogger... I kept meaning to request he interview me, you know, for shits n giggles, but totally forgot. Then a couple days ago I was doing some back reading of my fav blogs and *poof* there was his post again. SO I replied Interview me, and have received my questions (I hope this doesn't turn all Barbara Walters, I don't like to have people see me cry)...
The Interview Meme.You have to link back to the
original post and also to your
interviewers post and include the following:
Want to be part of it? Follow these instructions:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." (include your em@il @ddress)
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five unique questions.
So without any further ado, the questions...
Misster Kitty lurves the leopard print. Got it. So why a dog?
Well I've always been more a dog person than a cat person. I've had em both and while I'd still like to have a kitty - two actually - I simply cannot afford these little furry fellahs just yet. But know that once I DO adopt two little
Leopard Print Kitties (to be names Siegfried and Roy - naturally) you'll be the first to know ...
And well, have you seen the my
boy? He's the freaking apple head of my eye! He likes the two things in life I love most (after Leopard Print) and that's food and sleep.
You know people always say "cats are so much easier" they just use a littler box, you don't have to walk 'em in the rain and all winter long... while this is true it's not mutually exclusive to cats... Santiago is being litter trained -and is about 90% there... (not bad when you consider he was a Puppy Mill rescue that is 1.5 years old already) He's 1.3 kilos and enjoys sleep as much as I do, there's no fur balls and far less attitude.. Still wondering?
And besides... I've secretly been modeling my life after Paris Hilton, so naturally I had to get at least one Chihuahua...
What is the most interesting thing you own in leopard print?This one is easy. It was actually a gift from an acquaintance in Chicago. It's a Leopard print cock ring. And NO, beg all you want, I will not be modelling it on here (those pics are gonna COST!)
He was in a leathershop in Chicago and saw it on display. Without asking the price he said "Wrap it up, I know just the person who needs to have this." He Fed-Exed it to me the next day. Needless to say I was impressed when I opened the envelope. I offered to pay but he said it wasn't necessary. Besides, he said, how often can one be in a store, see a leopard print cock ring and squeal with joy, knowing that he knows just the right person to not only appreciate such an item as a gift, but that will also use it (and I have and it's my favourite)
What would be one thing about you that would surprise people that you haven't already blogged about?
Heck I'll give you a two-fer...
I don't believe in "God" or organized relegion, but when I am in a church I am humbled and awed at the all encompassing, all knowing, omnipotent feelings I receive. I think in part, it's all the energy people GIVE to their religion that remain stored in these building - like faith banks, and too, I think that there ARE higher powers that do watch-over people; not one but many.
That and, I enjoy Counted Cross-Stitch.
The time has come to pack up and leave Montréal. Sadly, the eastern provinces snapped off the country in a freak earthquake. Now where are you gonna go?
Well I'm not terribly well traveled, and since you've wiped off my home land and desired location of retirement I'll have to say it's 50/50 France (Paris more specifically) or Ireland (I've not been there yet, but I know will some day. I put it off because part of me is not sure I'd want to return home once I go there)
Fill in the blank: Misster-Kitty is most satisfied after __what__
Misster-Kitty is most satisfied after shoveling the snow after a really huge snowstorm.
Look, ok, I know I need serious therapy, but in actuality shovelling snow IS therapy for me. I Love snow. I love the stark bleakness of it. I love that fact that for a few fleeting hours everything appears pure and clean and silent. And, shovelling snow feeds the OCD in me. I love a nice wet dense snow that you can cut into with a shovel and make clean, neat lines. I love how tidy the [driveway / sidewalk / balcony] looks immediately after I am done. I feel I've accomplished something that most people on earth will never do; and I feel enlightened that I've completed something that for those who also have to shovel but dislike it, I've transcended their level of existence.
...and then I like to go inside, curl up under a blanket (preferably my new Leopard Print one) and just watch a few lazy snowflakes start to fall again, reminding me that for as great a job as I've done, it's completely temporary and soon I'll have to do it all again.
...well what do you know? I made it through without crying!
