explore ATX: Blue Cat Cafe

This summer, I’m spending my time here in Austin to do some research, but of course, now there’s no longer any school/homework for me to worry about, I can actually go and explore Austin on the weekends! I’ll be starting my new Explore ATX series, which will hopefully highlight some of Austin’s gems that you, if you ever get the chance to come down here to Austin, can maybe check out later yourself! First up, Blue Cat Cafe.

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Happy Mother’s Day: A lipogram without the letter E

mommy-girl-brunetteA light pink mouth lifts upwards, a smiling pink mouth that laughs with joy as I try to mimic your motions. Your arms form a warm crib that I crawl into. You laugh again, and I do, too. I don’t know why, but I am happy.

At six, I am still happy. You and I probably look outlandish to visitors—two girls playing with dolls; two girls trying to cook; two girls having way too much fun window-shopping and trying on shirts in a tiny fitting room. But tomorrow morning, you will transform into a lady as you go to work. I think it’s magic. In your outfit, you do look sort of scary; an air of adulthood and authority surrounds you . I don’t worry, though, for tonight you will transform into a young girl, and  I know you will play ‘animals’ again.

Now, I am as tall as you, but I would not turn down any opportunity to call you my idol, my ally and my companion. Thanks, Mom, for always loving and supporting this crazy child. And though I may act annoying by running around trying to hug you as you cook to avoid studying for a physics quiz, I am so happy to call you my mom. ūüôā

Diary of a sad, sad cat

Man, I’m falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that is YouTube cat-videos. RIP my grades…but just one more video, and I promise I’ll study bio now…

But, like any other person, I too also wonder what cats think about in their mysterious little minds. Turns out, they’re just planning our deaths behind their innocent facade, but TBH, that’s low-key totally fine with me. Their cuteness overload has already killed me. Likewise, my finals next week will also probably kill me.

Certified crazy cat lady

I’m pretty obsessed with cats, I’d say.

Like, obsessively-obsessed, to the point where¬†the fact that my mom is allergic to cats ¬†is merely an afterthought, and I’ve become immune to her threats of kicking¬†me out the house if I decide to bring home a cat one day.

2That being said, SHE’s the one allergic to cuteness and furry balls of love, so the moment I leave home for college, I’ll¬†most certainly find myself a companion. Cat lady? For sure. (Even Buzzfeed said I was a certified cat lady.) Perhaps I’m a bit excessive, since I told my mom¬†I wanted 7 cats and 3 kids. (Those are my favorite numbers. Her response? Well, at least your favorite numbers aren’t¬†73 and 37.) But you know, when you’ve been deprived of your deepest dream and desire¬†to cuddle and play with kittens for as long as I have, you tend to get a ~little~ crazy.

1Now, that’s not to say that I don’t make up for my lack of real animals. I found these tiny yet very realistic-looking toy cats one day roaming the streets of China, and persuaded my mom to buy two to put in my room. And then another one when we walked past the store again, and then two more when we passed by the final time to go home. I may or may not have gotten strange looks from people staring at a 5’0″ teenager hauling a bag of toy cats.

I’m that one friend who, if you happen to have a cat at your house, will go visit you solely for the purpose of meeting your cat, that one guest who will ditch a dinner party to go play with the kitten, that one jogger who will stop and make faces at your kitten through the windows.

As for preferences, I like all¬†cats–burmese, ragdoll, birman–but if I were to one day actually get a cat, I’d like a Maine coon. But that one day is going to be close, and even if I have to shower in a toolshed before I can enter my parents’ home, I’m going to be that not-half-as-crazy-about-other-things-than-about-cats cat lady. That isn’t too hard to imagine,¬†eh?

Fortune Cookie Quote of the Week

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.
                                                                         ~Albert Schweitzer

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