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My Blog Has Moved!

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My Blog Has Moved!

I’m not done blogging, but am doing so now from my new website, ArianeCooks.com.  You’ll find all the blogs I’ve already posted here, plus new video blogs I’ve begun making recently.  Also, there is lots of background on me as well as info about the chef services I offer.

I’ve already added two how-to video blogs: one on how to make homemade beet dye that will turn food INCREDIBLE colors naturally, and one on how you can superfood up smoothies in a tasty way.  Thanks for having followed BaringFruit, and I look forward to hearing from you at the ArianeCooks blog!

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Celebrating 17 Years of Pies

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Our oldest cat is named Pies, and she recently turned 17.  She is still holding strong and is, I believe, no more crotchety than she was as a kitten, because she has always been a crotchety cat.  Pies is a classic grouch, happier to scratch you than let you pet her, but she has her moments.  She sleeps on me every night, and is the most loving animal one could ask for… in the wee hours of the morning, and only then.

Pies was a rescue kitty– she was found in a trash can with her mom.  At the time I got her, when I was scarcely 18, I already had a kitten, named Maddles, who has since died of lymphoma.  Maddles was queen of the house, and always kept Pies in check.  When Maddles died at age 11, I thought Pies would suddenly spring out of her shell and develop a stronger/more loving personality, but that never happened.  Pies remained as introverted and unfriendly as ever, and she remains as such to this day.  She has no health ailments to the best of our knowledge, and though a little slower than in times past, is still fully mobile and spritely.  I love her dearly because we have spent so long together, and because I’d like to think that those middle-of-the-night loves are indicative of her true, deeper self.

Initially named Ivy, which then evolved into Ivy-Pie, then I-Pie, then Pies, she has been Pies for close to ten years now, and it’s a name that always confounds strangers.  There is no hidden meaning behind it; of all desserts, pies are far from my favorite.  It’s a quirky name for a quirky cat, and it fits her well.  So here’s to you, Pies, in all your wonderful, crotchety, beautiful glory.  You are as well-traveled as a gal could be, having lived in nearly twenty homes on two coasts.  You’ve seen me through relationships, roommates, and careers, and you’ve meowed begrudgingly by my side through all of it.  Ace and I love you to pieces, Bill always wanted you to be his girlfriend, and Chessie and Mama LeeLee are doing a damn fine job of putting up with your persnickety ways.  We hope you decide to stick around for another 17 years, because life just wouldn’t be the same without you.

P.S. We REALLY appreciate that you stopped peeing on everything a couple years ago.  Keep up the good work, please!

A Love of Laundry: My Cat, the Domestic

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I haven’t blogged this week because I was out of town for a couple days when my Grandma died.  I will be doing a blog in remembrance of her as soon as I scan in some photos, but wanted to share something cute in the interim.

My kitten Chessie enjoys little more than snuggling into a good load of freshly washed laundry.  As soon as I dump the bag out onto the couch, she runs and jumps right in and becomes a purr factory.  It makes for the perfect excuse to leave the laundry there without folding it for a few hours, which is a win-win for me: photogenic cat poses adorably, and I get to procrastinate my least-favorite chore.

Surely there will be more laundry-loving pictures of Chessie in the future, but this is my compilation so far:

Chessie Takes BathNaps

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This week, Chessie has been exploring every new surface she can get her paws on, in, or up to.  The only one I am actively deterring her from is the kitchen counter, as that is gross and dangerous.  The bathrooms, however, I am just looking on about and photographing, because I am not kidding, I have always wanted a cat who sleeps in the sink.

Here we have Chessie’s Adventures in Sinks and Tubs, Part One (these are only in my bathroom, because I didn’t catch her fast enough in Ace’s):

The first time we saw her in the sink, chillin'

A short while later, she relaxed even further, and passed out

This morning, she moved on to the tub

Tonight, she returned to the sink to stare at me via the mirror

My Cat, the Handyman

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My kitten Chessie, in typical family tradition, has decided to shatter the boundaries and mores of society (catciety?) by acquiring an avid interest in plumbing, carpentry, and machinery.  Given that  she is an indoor kitten, these career paths have been restricted to domestic plumbing, carpentry, and machinery.  She is particularly fond of the dishwasher, chairs, and anything involving the toilet or its pipes.

Chessie in action on/around chairs is a bit harder to capture than the moments when she actually sits still on them, so the images below are of her brief periods of rest.  And while I do have photos of her in the bathroom, it seems kind of whacky and odd to include those in this pictorial.  Thus, I have limited this lil “My Cat, the Handyman” instagram set to Chessie’s affinity for chairs and the dishwasher.  Enjoy!

 

 

 

A Tale of Too Many Kitties

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Once upon a time about six months ago, a stray cat decided that my spouse’s work was her new home.  She was scraggly and flea-bit, but also social and chatty.  Ace, kitty-lover that she is (one of the many reasons we go well together), nursed and groomed her back to health.

Soon Kitty was a regular fixture at the warehouse/showroom.  She looked so young that no one guessed she could be of breeding age… until her belly started growing.  It grew fast, and it grew BIG.

Indeed, Kitty had taken up residence because she was preggers.  A couple months later, Kitty popped out EIGHT kittens, and was subsequently referred to as Mama instead of Kitty.

Amongst these kittens was Chessie, aka THE CUTEST KITTEN EVER, who I fell in love with and who either fell in love with me back or just quickly got really good at accepting my Elmira-like affections.  Once the litter was about nine weeks old, we took them from downtown L.A. to our home in WeHo to get them ready for adoption, and the first few were quickly whisked away.  A week or two later, Ace and I posted this flyer I made on our facebooks:

Mission: 50% successful.  The two black cats were taken that week.  Now it is a couple weeks later, and the two remaining kittens, who are steadfastly zooming through kittenhood, are still here.  They are both boys, about 14 weeks old, and have lots of energy and affection to offer.  As mentioned in the ad, they’ve been dewormed and tested negative for diseases.  If you are in the Los Angeles area and know of someone trustworthy, responsible, wonderful, loving, and in need of a new pet, please contact me on twitter @rawknrollariane, or Ace at the above handle there.

We call him Blondie. He loves laps, and is the mellower of the two.

This is Red. He enjoys perching on shoulders, and has plenty of stamina for play.

In Praise of Special Ear

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Everyone has quirks, and some quirks are quirkier than other quirks.  That said, I LOVE SPECIAL EAR.  For those who are unfamiliar with this term, which yes I did make up, Special Ear is when an animal’s ear, or ears, are flipped inside out.  I think it makes them look freaking adorable, in a, you know… special kind of way.

Before I share these Instagram photos of my cats Chessie and Pies with their Special Ears, I’d like a devote a moment of silence for my wonderful cat Bill whose ears refuse to go special.  I have tried numerous times this afternoon, ever since I decided to write this blog an hour ago, and they just. won’t. stay. when you flip them.  As I used to say to my RnR employees, back when I was an employer, we all have our talents.  Bill has many others, of course, and is making a heck of a living as a label model for Buffalo Bill Cowboy Kale Chips.  (Insert silence here.)

      

Chessie being sleepy and happy to let me specialize her ears.

Pies' ear specialized itself, and she left it. She is not the sort of girl to let you play with her ears.

This could also fall into the "Chessie's Homies" category, as this couch is as much her friend as assorted chairs, etc.

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