Mom in Chief. That’s me.

Yesterday I won the gold medal in mom-dom. At least in the morning. We all woke up on time. Everyone ate breakfast. I got to drink my coffee while it was hot.I only had to threaten to take away baseball once. All children got dressed without fights. And I got to take a shower in the morning.  We made it to preschool on time and after we dropped Boss off, Huck made it quite clear he wanted a morning nap…so..


What to do with that. I had already showered (amazing, I cannot get over that. It’s the small victories, people) so I got my suburban mom on and clipped some coupons in anticipation of a trip to the mother ship. Target.

I know, you guys are like forget those awesome fashionable  Mormon mom blogs! Minky is where it’s at y’all. The excitement is palpable, non?

Then my Birthday Twin and sister in law sent me a text:
 It’s slightly sad the happiness I get from knowing that boot season is coming back

Ah, me too Kelly. Me too. Again, its the little things.

I wonder if I can find a coupon for boots? Because THAT would really tie things together.

Just another service we offer here at the American Dream.

When Minky passed away I was very I shall never have another cat again. Then Saturday night my mother in law tentatively knocked on my bedroom door at almost midnight and said “there’s kitten crying outside, I can’t get him!” So there we were,  two women looking for a kitten in the middle of the night with a quickly dying flashlight. In pajamas. I was in pajamas. Not the cat. I should get him some though…cuz he is the cat’s pajamas. {really? Someone should take away my blogging privileges for that one} I’ve been teased about being a pied piper of stray cats on about ten billion occasions but this little guy was tricky.

He was also starving. Hunger won out and soon his little flea infested self was nestled in my arm, as soon as we were inside he took to hiding under the nightstand.  Luckily this little dude is an optimist and unblinkingly submitted to a lovely bath {or ten of them} and some flea medication. He snuggled into TOTT’s towel covered lap as flea removal surgery was administered. {just like Minky}  It was Minky all over again. We stayed up with her watching the fleas leap off her tiny kitten body and washing them down the drain.

Last night this poor stray was subjected to some more tweezering as this here squeemish gal removed even more tiny ticks than fleas. Ok, that’s an exagerration, but I did remove one from his eye lid. HIS EYE LID!

He’s a sweet little dude. Cuddlerific, that’s what he is. I forgot how fun a kitten was.  The Boss promptly announced “Baby Kitty Mo toes in paint!”

Then decidedly stated “Baby Kitty Mo a black and white guitar!”And that’s how this tiny furball came to be known as FENDER.


The American Dream boasts three other cats and one anxious Puppy Bear, so Fender cannot stay. I am on the hunt for the PERFECT home from him. And I am going to be so picky. Because I love him, I always said Minky would send me a kitten when I  was ready. When we brought him inside TOTT said ” Is your kitten here?”

I wish.  He is the awesome. Plus, he plays a mean game of tiny toddler basketball.

This is a post about my beloved cat. She’s been gone six months today, and my heart is still raw. Anyone who has ever loved a cat knows that indeed, there are no ordinary cats. Minky was no exception to that rule. She was exceptional, special, amazing. Obviously I thought she was gorgeous. And others did too…she inspired songs, namesakes, and fan pages on the internet. (Seriously going back as far as the geocities days…hello dial up!) She was the love of my life… I miss her so much. I’m not sure I believe in ‘familiars’ or anything like that, but if they do exist Minky was mine. The relationship that Minky and I had was special. I guess that’s why I am so ripped up about her death. I didn’t have any warning…I have always known anytime she was sick, and this time there were no signs. Or if there were I missed them. I was too busy with the baby or crying in my beer that we moved. I was going back and forth between horrible Ohio and DC and visiting LA and Colorado and she was alone…maybe she thought I didn’t need her anymore. She could not have been more wrong. I miss her every day. I miss her silly scamper. I miss how she firmly believe the changing table was her bed. I miss how she yelled at me to feed her dinner and when I cooked it? She would sit by the oven and make the cutest noises. I miss her leaping through the air to catch bugs. I miss how she watched over the baby. I miss not ever showering or putting on make up or taking bath alone, she was my constant companion. She was my heart walking around on four little feet. I miss her love of photoshoots. I miss her snuggles and her soft bunny fur. I miss that I was known among my friends as Minky’s mom, and frequently they just called me Minky. Hence all my on line names. I miss that so many of them wanted to be Minky Wranglers when I was rich and famous and just get paid to hang out and take care of her all day while I was on set. I never lacked a kitty sitter, she was always clamored for. I am clinging so desperatly to the good things because the last bit was so dramatic and awful I can’t let it go. How could I have not known? I’ll never forgive myself.I tried so hard to save her but it was no good. Yeah, I’m the girl who gave her cat mouth to mouth and CPR. I failed her. I spoiled her her whole life, but those last 12 hours were about denial. We were moving to DC and so I didn’t feed her the night before as she had gotten sick on the way to Ohio. I yelled at her the night before she died for waking the baby. We were so busy packing that night she wanted to be brushed and I didn’t brush her thinking I would do it when we got to DC. She was so dissapointed I remember the look she gave me so well, it will haunt me forever. I’ve wanted to go back in time so much since we moved but if I had to pick one thing to do over it would be to go back and give her the best last night of her life and hold her as she passed. (If I couldn’t save her, obviously!)

As it was she died in the car right next to me. I looked over and just knew she was gone. I tried so hard to save her. I wish I could have, she was only ten. So young. I made her food her whole life, all organic and every vet that saw her said “I’ve never seen such a healthy cat!”
So, how is it fair that some kitties live to be 20 on junk food barely being paid attention to and my love passes at ten?
I miss her.

Minky Moo
6.8.98~ 2.20.09
I will never forget you.