Good Bones Home

We bought our first home together because it has "good bones." Now we're trying to bring them out, one project at a time.

Crazy cat stories September 15, 2010

Filed under: Our terrible pets — Stephanie @ 7:04 pm

Still in mortgage approval limbo over here. I can’t wait to have that all taken care of so I can start sharing details of the potential new place. But as a placeholder, please accept two stories about one of our ridiculous pets?

With the house on the market, we’ve been keeping more doors and windows open to keep everything all aired out, and spending more time in some of our less used rooms like the guest room and office cleaning and decluttering them.  Saturday afternoon, after a marathon vacuuming and mopping session, the guest room door was left open.  A little while later I hear Rich call me from upstairs.  “What did you do to Alice?”  I was confused, but headed upstairs to see what he was talking about.  This is how I found Alice.

Can’t find her?  Here’s a handy edited photo:

Yup, she decided to somehow climb up into the bed, get under the quilt, and yet not disturb the rest of the bed at all.  I guess she was comfortable?  She heard us cracking up at her and tunneled her way out, looked at us indignantly, and marched downstairs to stare out the window for a few hours.

I don’t have any photo evidence of this second Alice story, but on Sunday night, she stole some leftovers we had left sitting out on the counter and chowed down.  So, you might be asking yourself what we so foolishly left out that she could not avoid.  Turkey?  Steak?  Fish?  Nope.  An ear of corn on the cob.  Yup.  She chowed down on it so thoroughly that I thought Rich had eaten it.  The cob was picked clean.   Ah, pet ownership.  Never boring.


Just one reason I am not quite ready for parenthood yet. August 17, 2010

Filed under: Dumb things I've done,Our terrible pets — Stephanie @ 12:50 pm

Although Rich and I occasionally discuss embarking on the crazy adventure of parenthood, usually I do something that reminds me that I am definitely not ready to take that step yet. This weekend’s move was one of my most impressive (or least impressive, depending on how you are judging).

It’s Sunday afternoon, we’ve had a long day of cleaning and running errands. I head down to the basement to move along the laundry.  Our delightfully bad dog, Ren, follows me down there, thinking that while I’m down there, if I could let him out, that would be great.

Tanget – Ren gets to go out from our back basement door, which opens onto an alley. We have a separate yard across the alley, and he’s generally well behaved enough that we can just open the door, let him run across the alley, into the yard, and then open the door to let him back in.

So I open the back door and let him out. Then I notice the fruit flies. We are dealing with a fruit fly infestation in the basement, which is bizarre and untraceable, considering there is NO FRUIT down there. We are searching for the source but right now we are also frequently using a can of Raid.  I start spraying and wiping up the little fruit fly corpses all over the back door, washer, and dryer. I get super involved in killing as many of them as possible. Then I move along the laundry and head back upstairs.

Did you spot the error?

Yup, I left Ren outside. I plopped down on the couch, folded some laundry, talked to Rich as he finished the project he was working on of corralling all the wires behind our TV, and totally didn’t notice the lack of Ren.

Fast forward 30 or 40 minutes, Rich and I settle in to watch last week’s True Blood. We’re just getting started when he says, oh, we should let Ren out before we start watching. I reply “I already did. Wait, where’s Ren? OH SHIT!”

We sprint downstairs where, thank goodness, as soon as I open the door I hear the jingle jangling of his collar. He was exploring the alley (and probably all the neighbors’ trash) having a grand old time. Thank goodness! Even though that monster drives me crazy it wouldn’t be the same home without him.