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Crazy Cat Lady: Grecian Edition July 3, 2018

I love cats.

One of the things I miss most in my crazy traveling actor life is having a cat of my own.

Top thing I didn’t know I was going to love about Greece?

The cats!

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So many wonderful cats!

Cats living in monastaries! (more…)

 

Dirty Laundry in the Cozy Café (Rated PG-13) October 12, 2016

This week my husband and I celebrated our thirteen year dating anniversary! Since we’ve been so busy, we decided to keep it low key and had a coffee and chess date at a café one of our friends had told us about. The place was super cool: a C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien themed café. I had a Silver Sea cappuccino and a Reepicheep grilled cheese.

We had brought our own travel chess set, but one of the tables was already set with a Lord of the Rings board and pieces. Just so you know, playing with a themed set is way harder than playing with a normal set. I mean, first of all, the pieces all look super different, which is confusing, and I feel different about sacrificing a pawn when it’s a hobbit. The emotional connotation is just really different.

Things were going really well until the guys at the bar started talking about cats… and their mothers. One of the guys, a gentleman I would place at about fifty said, “My mother was always awful. She said I was just like my father. But I told her, I’m not like my father, I’m not a rapist.” (more…)

 

A Mewing in the Night March 12, 2016

I want a kitten. I know I’ve said it a million times before, but damn I want a kitten. I want a kitten who will run up and greet me when I come home, snuggle with me when content edits become too much, and do funny things that will provide blog material for years to come.

Every time I get to the part where I want my cat to run up and greet me, I always get confused stares and, “I think you mean you want a dog. Dogs run up to greet you.”

But I had three cats when I was growing up. Three amazing cats we bottle-fed as kittens. They were indoor/outdoor cats, and when they heard the distinctive rattle of my mother’s car, they would come running to the driveway, weave in and of our legs as we tried to get to the door, and stare at us until we either sat down to cuddle them or fed them.

They would come when we called them, and always wanted attention. They were the best cats ever. And I know finding a cat as loving and amazing as those three were would be neigh on impossible. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to try.

I’ve been known to ugly cry over cute kittens. Open-mouth ugly cry over Facebook videos of kittens.

But I think I hit a new low a few nights ago. (more…)

 

My Dreams of Becoming a Crazy Cat Lady June 20, 2015

I have a deep-seeded desire to become a crazy cat lady. I like cats. In fact, I have even been known to love a few cats very much. But it’s not even so much my desire for a meowing ball of fur to cuddle that makes me want to be a crazy cat lady, as my curiosity of what I could get away with.

For example, what if I somehow manage to become a world famous author, but I had to bring my comfort cats with me to book signings?

I could keep my cats of leashes next to my signing table. Fans who could tell me the cats’ names could take pictures with the cats. If the store manager pissed me off, I could “accidentally” let the cats loose and watch the mayhem unfold. In this scenario, my cats have been trained to knock over new-smelling books.

Or what if I went to see a scary movie, and right in the most shocking moment, let the cats loose? (more…)

 

The Truth About Cats and Dogs… and Me February 4, 2015

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I have spent the last five weeks dog sitting. And I have learned one very important thing: I am a cat person.

It’s not that I hate those dogs, though one of them can be… difficult.  It’s the time commitment. Cats can take care of themselves. If you leave the house for twelve hours, you come home and they’re like,”Lowly human. You have returned to my kingdom. I thought you had perished. I accept your presence in my domain.”

With dogs, you’re gone for like four hours, you come home and they’re all like, “I thought you were DEAD!!!!! I almost DIED!!!!!  And I must PEEEE! Maybe on YOU!!!!!!!”

That is way too much pressure.

And it’s not just the having to pick up the poop. (more…)

 

Feminists in Earrings August 2, 2014

Have you seen the new craze Confused Cats Against Feminism? Well click here and thank me if you haven’t. It’s cats with funny signs. What more can you ask for?

But here’s the thing, it’s a funny site about a very real issue. I believe in equal pay for equal work. I believe that men and women should be considered equals in all things. That’s the number one premise of feminism. So really, I qualify as a feminist. (If you don’t know the definition of feminism, please click here.) But I also wear heels, sequins, and occasionally corsets for a living, which the anti-feminists say makes me one of them. (more…)

 

Kittysicle July 3, 2013

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My mom has a huge backyard with a creek and a stream running through it. The creek is a real creek that is six feet deep and pretty wide. The stream is glorified run-off, but it can reach waist high if the season has been wet enough. One winter I was out in the backyard playing, and my cats being more like dogs had followed me running and frolicking in the snow. I knew where the frozen little stream was and ran right around it avoiding icy danger completely. My cats did not. (more…)