Monday, May 14, 2007


Structure. I am in desperate need of structure. There are some people (my dad, for example) who amaze me by their discipline and their self-ordered structure. He wakes up at the same time everyday and does the exact same thing at the same thing all day long. And, believe it or not, he acctually accomplishes something!

I, on the other hand, revolt at anything even involving slight structure. The thought of waking up at the same time everyday and having some sort of ritual actually horrifies me. And, believe it or not, I accomplish much less in a day than my dad.

So, the question of the day is: how does someone who is repelled by structure become structured so she accomplishes something in her life? I want to have time to catch up on emails and follow through with relationships, read and study, learn and practice Arabic, shower, exercise, cook, etc. everyday. But, how do I do that when I don't like to be told what to do--even by my own self?

Please, those of you who are structured and have some sort of invigorating and thrilling system of structure (boring won't do for me!), send me an email and teach me!!!

And...on a completely different note, I had my first clothing casualty from our clothesline. I dropped my black shirt--of course the one I wear the most--off the clothesline a few days ago. When I went to the neighbor's hosue to retrieve it, it was missing. I went to a different neighbor and they didn't have it either. So, my black shirt has gone A-WAL. I told our boab (doorman) to keep an eye out for it, and he laughed at me. Bummer.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Cat Lady: Part II

Well, I took the lovely Amir back to the doctor today and she congratulated me on making his crazy exploding eye virus go away, as well as assuring me that he doesn't have worms anymore. The bloated tummy is only digestion issues. So...he's down to the eye meds once a day and on two other digestion meds 3 times a day for just a few days. Do-able, right?

The coolest thing I found out is that he is a Mau Cat . This means he's a traditional Pharonic cat that you see in all the heiroglyphics. Cool, eh? (This explains the ginormous ears.) Apparently, people pay hundreds and hundreds of dollars for a Mau. But me? I just rescue them from the street. Oh, the perks of living in a place where are crazed and diseased cats roaming around every corner and in every garbage dumster!

I also need to give a shout out to my mom, who wrote me this email yesterday:
"Dad and I just looked at your latest blog. It is true. Amir is a very ugly little kitten with the biggest ears we have ever seen. Dad thinks he looks like a bat. Are you sure he is a cat? But...when he is stretched out on his back showing off his tummy he is adorable."

If you know my mom, you won't be suprised she wrote this. Oh, mom. I love you!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

How it feels to be a cat lady

So, it all begins with a trip I took to Dahab a few months ago. One of the cats there had a litter and I fell in love with a sweet cat, naming him Habibi ("dear one" in Arabic). After I came home to an empty and often lonely apartment, I decided I needed a cat. I know, I know, I am NOT an animal person. I don't really understand my rationale in the whole decision making process, if there even was a process.

My roommates joked about what it would be like to have a cat in the house, and they were joking too loudly one day when a friend overheard. A couple of weeks later, I got a call from her saying she'd rescued a kitten from the street. [Background: there seem to be as many cats here as people. They live in the dumpsters, are usually missing an eye, ear, fur, etc. and tend to be angry. In general, cats here equal gross, diseased, and scary.] But, this dear kitten had been abandoned by his mommy and was going to die--yes, DIE--if someone didn't take him! What could I say?

I went to the vet with her that day and we checked him out. He had worms and the flu. So, we gave him some de-worming medicine and put him on antibiotics for the next week. I was out of town the next week, so my friend took care of him.

The next week we returned to the vet only to find that his flu had turned into this eye virus that could potentially make his eye explode. Who knew that could even happen, but of course, if it can happen to my cat, it does! This virus requires him to have medicine put in his eyes every 2, yes 2, hours for at least 2 weeks. Let's just say I wasn't anticipating this kind of committment in adopting a kitten. We also discovered he has fleas. When I asked if we could get rid of them, the vet said he's too young and his immune system is too weak, so I'll have to pull them off. She also told me not to worry, because my blood is poisonious to these fleas, so they'll only bite me once and then die. How comforting.

Oh, did I also mention they don't really have affordable cat food here, so I'm actually making him food everyday? Yogurt seems to be his favorite food. And don't worry, I'm not forcing him into vegetarianism. I buy this meat called luncheon and feed it to him. I also may have neglected to tell my landlady about him. Oops!

All things said, I love him! We decided to call him Amir, which means prince in Arabic. Though he already has the nicknames, habibi (dear one), pookie, and foofie. And since he is Middle Eastern, he's learning Arabic instead of English.

I hope he grows up to be a tiger.

His ears are practically the size of a tiger's.

You'll notice that he looks cross-eyed. Probably because he is, or he's blind, or his eye is about to explode. Anything could happen when he's receiving my TLC.

He's ugly. Really ugly.

And yet, his ugliness makes him even cuter!

He's also kind of stupid, but yet again. It makes me love him more.

Oh, my little Nimro (tiger), you're super!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

The Happiest Place on Earth

Amy had a day off of school so I (in my great generosity!) invited her to come to Dahab, the happiest place on earth. I absolutely LOVE life in this place! My friends are great fun and it's incredibly refreshing to remember what nature feels like!

Grandma, you don't know this, but thanks for taking me scuba diving for my birthday! It was one of the coolest things I've ever done!

Here are some of the coolest people I know. They all work in this restaurant, and they let me work with them for fun sometimes. I got to wait tables this time. Really, it's fun!