Farewell Furball

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This is kinda weird, Baby Rangirl. I fully expected both you and your brother to get the references to our cat, A. J. (aka “Buju”) as you guys read this blog at a later age. But after putting the cat down last week, you’ll have to rely on pictures and inconsistent stories from your mother and I. 

Here A.J. was on the day before we had to put her down, barely eating at this point:


And then the hard part. Getting rid of Baby Ranboy’s toys he’s been growing out of along with anything cat-related:


The cat was an endearing little buggar: knocked everything down but was there when you’ve lost your job. We should be able to place things at eye level again. Plants, holiday decorations, iPhones, new furniture- all free to roam with no cat swiping at them. 

But we still have a 1-year-old monster walking around. He’s ready to pick up where the cat left off. 

From invading our space…


…to our fridge…


Well little A. J. , you’ll live on via the tattoos we just got. And both kids paid tribute by waking up last night multiple times to ensure Mommy Ranman and I received very little sleep. Similar to when you’d meow all night. Their own tattoo, if you will. But on my eyelids. 

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Closet Antics

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Our revamped closet is like Grand Central Station with the kid and cat. You can’t keep either from getting in.

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Guys, I Give Up

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This cat is out of control- it’s as if she is daring me to kick her out of the house. How did it go from having half a child in the cat to having 2 whole kids with the birth of Baby Rangirl?

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Mommy Ranman still has the baby bug which has her craving a sibling for Baby Rangirl. I say “nay” and “fie upon such rubbish!” (along with other 13th Century speak which makes the though of another child sound silly) to that. The rule should be No new kid until the cat grows out of her teenaged years…or croaks…or we no longer have to restrain her each morning so that she doesn’t act up:

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My biggest fear with the arrival of a kid was the cat’s love affair of jumping into beds. She might hop into the crib and continue to be a douche in there. Instead, the cat has decided to do everything else but hop into the crib to annoy us- such as meow at the top of her lungs for no reason, knock iPads and iPhones onto the floor, break stuff, rip stuff, get into forbidden places……..I feel like her grand finale will be taking a dump in the crib.

Now Those Are Cat Stats I Like

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Baby Rangirl, you’ll be find various references in my blog to a cat which you may not remember at all whilst you read this from the No-Boyfriends-Till-You’re-29 basement with limited access to the Internet and no access to the Facebooks of the year 2041. Where is this cat I speak of named A.J.? Well here’s a brief pic of the terror that knocked things off counters for sport:

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That pic was taken within a month from when we brought you home. And already the cat was planning your demise. Well, cat-be-gone. After reading the stay below, I wonder what happened to her…

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Father’s Day Eve

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On this lazy of Saturdays, let us relax before my first Father’s Day. Let us pause to reflect before a day that I will finally pay more attention to me and less on what to get my own unshoppable father. Now I am the unstoppable unshoppable one. I hope our daughter is just lying there like a lummox because she already has a gift picked out. Although, what better gift than the gift of being startled on this holiest of holiday’s eve? Look at our baby’s leg. One loud yelp and she’ll send the cat flying across the room. Then it’s a Happy Father’s Day indeed.

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Feed the Cat

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Baby Rangirl, you may not need to ever feed the stupid cat. Bless your heart. If you’re lucky we’ll be on cat #2 by the time you’ve mastered the motor skills required to feed a cat. That’s right. Lots of skills and patience required for our A.J. And a Swiffer.

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Here’s the two of you living life for future reference:

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What’s Wrong With This Picture

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Stare at it, think about what you’re looking at, and I’ll tell you what’s gone wrong in my life that exists in this picture:

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I guess with no context can you tell what’s going on here. Well, you got a changing table of course since this blog is about me fathering my daughter away from the adult entertainment industry. The table is actually holding the little girl- you may see her left arm peeking over the table. Oh and speaking of peeking, right under the table…notice a white patch of fur? Maybe some piercing cat eyes as well?

Yup. Our cat A.J. is in full furry sister mode. Wherever Baby Rangirl is, you best be sure to check your surroundings for a tail which can easily be stepped on. This furball has not skipped a beat. I was worried that she may get territorial with this wailing diaper destroyer crying for a bottle every 2 hours.

But nay. We have one annoying cat pick up right where she was prior to the baby’s arrival 4ish weeks ago. Bottles and dinnerware all fall off the table equally when left out for cat inspection. Should the evil cat tire of a movable object existing in its set place, she will push it to its new spot on the floor or even its death.

Behold, the sisters bonding.

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