Cold Feet, Cats, (U2), and Strawberries

Yes. Now, you may be asking yourself (and by self, I mean me) "What the hell do cold feet, cats, (apparently U2), and strawberries all have in common?" Or, "How are you going to relate all those things together, crazy lady?"

Well...I'm not.

I'm just going to talk about them individually. But, the one thing they do all have in common is that they all popped into my mind from the time I went to bed last night (which was at a very late hour...more about that further in the blog tho) to the moment I made my breakfast this morning (which was really around 1 in the afternoon because that's approximately when I got up).

Cold Feet

So, first off, cold feet.
Now, I'm not talking about the figure of speech "cold feet" like nervousness or anything like that. No, I mean literally ice-cold-mother-fucking-feet. That's right.

For some odd reason, my feet get really cold, really easily. I've heard before that when people get cold extremities, it's because of poor circulation, which pretty much makes sense to me... But then one would think that one's hands and feet would be cold, which is not the case with one (me). In the winter time (ahh, Christmas, I can hear "Silver Bells" in my head right now) my nose will always be the coldest part of my body for some reason. Now, I can't imagine that the nose gets very great circulation as it is, but who am I to say? I'm no doctor, that's for sure.

Anyway, I was going to bed last night at like 2:30am (I told you it would be mentioned further in the blog) and I had the absolute hardest time falling asleep. Number one reason: I couldn't shut my mind off (don't you just hate that?). Number two reason: my feet were freezing.

Visual Aid, fig.1:

A result of poor circulation? And look at those nicely painted toenails!

I didn't exactly know how to remedy this. I never wear socks to sleep in because I always end up waking up in the middle of the night in a hot sweat, about to suffocate from the very heat densely radiating off my feet when I have worn them in the past. So I knew that was right out. In fact, it didn't even cross my mind last night (odd, since I was literally thinking of approximately 354 other things at once).

I had no more realistic options. I tried bending my legs so I could rest my feet against my thighs so the body heat would spread, but that just made me highly uncomfortable and gave me a Number 3 reason to not be able to fall asleep. Then I thought, "maybe if I stuff a pillow down there?" But that just produced more heat than socks would and caused an awful lump at the end of the bed, making it difficult to move the covers around (I'm pretty picky about comfort when I go to sleep. Actually, I'm pretty picky about a lot of things). I guess it didn't prevent me from falling asleep too drastically though, because I must have been asleep before I knew it.

Cats

Now, on to cats. I just would like to mention that I love cats, first and foremost. I have always lived with cats since I was born. They are adorable, affectionate (usually depends on if you beat them or not..."not" causing them to be more affectionate) playful, loving, small, independent, non-smelly, and only needy some of the time (unlike dogs--always needy). Now don't get me wrong, I do love dogs too, but that's not in the blog topic of the day.

Ok, now that I've expressed my love for all kitties out there, I want to bring special attention to the particular one I'm living with these days. Her name is Maggie.

Visual Aid, fig. 2:

Isn't she just so sweet? She made a bed of freshly washed towels all for herself.

She doesn't like anyone except me and Charles (she's actually Charles' cat, but that's only a minor detail, really). Every night now, she follows me into the bedroom and jumps on the bed knowing that she will receive some good petting and ear scratching. She will also stand on me and give me awesome little massages by pawing me. Charles coins this term "making muffins", but frankly, I still don't quite understand how he came up with that. Speaking of muffins, my mom makes the BEST muffins. I haven't had any in a fairly long time... :-(

Random tangent. Back to Maggie MaGee (that's what I typically call her, she loves it by the way). She also plays this intelligent little game with us where she will bring us each (or sometimes just one of us) one of her favorite kitty toys during the night when we're sleeping, like gifts (outdoor cats usually bring live gifts, such as broken birds and mice). Then when we wake up in the morning, we see them, and I throw them back out into the living room so she can bring them back again that night. Ah-door-ah-bowl. (A door? A bowl?).

Visual Aid, fig. 3:

There are countless other toys that she could care less about.

She really is the best cat in the world, and she has gotten very accustomed to sleeping with me lately, which I think is nice. She's just the sweetest little. It really makes me think of this every time I see her now:

Sweetest Thing

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(There's the U2 for ya).

Strawberries

Ok. Last item on the list here...Strawberries. I love strawberries, I think they are in the top 3 of my favorite fruits next to watermelon and raspberries (I guess I like red).

Anyway, I just recently got some strawberries and couldn't wait to eat them with my breakfast this morning (again, that was technically at 1 in the afternoon...minor detail). Well, shitty situation. I had to pull them out of my fridge a couple days ago because the crazy stupid thing froze them (relation to cold feet? eh?). I was pretty irate because I couldn't even cut them up. What kind of fridge does that? So I left them out on the counter to de-thaw.

What do I find when I open the container this morning (afternoon)? Moldy-eaten strawberries!

Ahh....noooo....

It's is the sad truth.

Please, somebody tell me how do I properly keep strawberries fresh long enough to eat them? I can't stand throwing away food I could've eaten in perfect condition days ago.

And that's all folks.

Tell me what you think of my (boyfriend's) kitty, what your discomforts are when trying to fall asleep at night, and how to keep fresh fruit fresh.

Thanks for reading. Peace.