by Marinka on April 20, 2013

I think this may have been the longest unintentional blog break that I’ve ever taken, and the problem with coming back is that so much has happened, I don’t know where to begin in updating.

First things first, my son found his mitt. It was lost for a week, and then the team who had the practice field after us delivered it to him. It was obviously a huge relief, although I’m wondering why they waited a week to return it to us. I’m hoping the FBI will give this issue the attention it deserves.

Then, my parents “found” a new cat. She came out of the park and my parents, apparently unable to tell the difference between a homeless cat for a pot of gold, clung to her for dear life and proclaimed that she will be their cat. They named her Friday- Frida for short. The only problem was that their cat, Sly, has been on his deathbed and Mama said that she will not bring a younger cat into their house while Sly is still alive. Which is not very Newt Gingrich of her, but whatever. So then Mama and Papa started hinting that I should take this cat in on a temporary basis, until Sly kicks the bucket. And then Husbandrinka, much to my shock and eventual horror agreed, assuming, of course, that the bucket were moved closed to Sly and that we received confirmation that his kicking leg was operational.

So Frida arrived in our home on Wednesday and immediately hissed at everyone, including Nicki. And then she ate all of Nicki’s food, as well as her own. “Why is Frida eating all of Nicki’s food?” I asked. “Maybe because Frida didn’t have any food for a long time,” my daughter told me.

And then on Thursday morning, Husbandrinka wondered if we are supposed to leave the cats alone unattended, because what if they fight and I said that I wonder how those people who hoard cats manage, and Husbandrinka looked very alarmed and said that he didn’t like where I was going with this. So we kept them separated for the morning and then when I came home, I let Frida out and within a few hours she attacked Nicki and then when my son walked by whistling a happy tune she attacked his foot, bit it and scratched him. So I called Mama and told her that Frida must be removed with all deliberate speed and the kids and I huddled in the one Frida-free room until Papa came and removed Frida from the premises. Or maybe we locked Frida in one room and waited for a priest to arrive for exorcism purposes.

Which is too bad, because I had many fun post titles for adventures with Frida- including SchadenFrida and Frida is Just Another Word for Nothing Left to Lose.

But maybe it’s for the best, because Frida is not very photogenic.


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Lisa Rae @ smacksy April 20, 2013 at 9:27 am

Frida is my spirit animal.


Jannie April 20, 2013 at 9:28 am

I’m not sure why you were worried you’d lose your writing voice if you didn’t blog about the kids anymore. You can move me to laughter or tears in a few short sentences! BTW – I’ve had my two cats for 10 years and they still fight on a daily basis. Chaos ensues when the dogs join the battle, then they all wait for me to give them treats. Yes, I’m an enabler!


tracey April 20, 2013 at 9:50 am

Now I’ll be singing that Janis song all morning… There are worse things, I suppose.


Awesome dude April 20, 2013 at 11:04 am

The beauty, the pot of gold and any other earthly values are virtues that are in the eyes, hands or anything else of the beholder.
The 12 year old boy who is complaining of a little cat is a JAP or a Jewish American Prince and not a proud idiot/warier Chechen who is not afraid of anything.
And the first is much better then the second.


anymommy April 20, 2013 at 8:52 pm

You are doing nothing for my intense dislike of cats. Attacked his foot? And the animal still lives?


April 21, 2013 at 3:18 pm

“Not very Newt Gingrich of them” – awesome!


April 21, 2013 at 5:13 pm

I love the look on the cat’s face. There are a few stray cats in my neighborhood who all think my front steps is home. I smell an idea….


the mama bird diaries
April 21, 2013 at 10:13 pm

What is it with you people and your love of cats?!


April 22, 2013 at 12:21 am

My dislike of cats is once again reinforced. Thanks! And sorry to all the cat fans out there.


BestOfSeven April 22, 2013 at 12:57 am

Glad Ladrinka got his glove back. Just hope for your sake it was before you went out and bought a replacement one!


Nancy Davis Kho
April 22, 2013 at 12:05 pm

Frida may be related to my Aunt Noonie’s old cat Red Baron. We only ever saw Red Baron’s paws, as the beast had to be put into the basement whenever there was company, but it could still reach its paws out underneath the basement door and slash the ankles of anyone who walked past. Good times. You made the right choice.


Susan Weinstein April 24, 2013 at 12:59 pm

I am allergic to cats, so I have a built-in protection against such requests. I also am not so fond, thinking of them as the biological heirs to the Saber Tooth Tiger. That creature was mankind’s major serious predator. Extinction might have been ours! So yes the Kitty is smaller, but the same heredity. And no one can tell me that the many very elderly cat ladies are not dinner for Puffball, when their “time” comes and no one finds them for a while. A note: My husbandrinka loves cats. He found a home for his unaltered insane Tom “Animal,” who would pee on the answering machine at the sound of my voice. Tom went to cat heaven, two actors who maintained a room just for their cats and liked “problem” ones. But who knows he won’t trade me back for a cat some day?


Roshni April 24, 2013 at 6:05 pm

That cat looks like it means business!


Nissa April 27, 2013 at 4:02 pm

So, did your parents end up taking the cat home, or did it go to live somewhere else?


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