Sierra vs. Squirrels

Every once in a while I start to get the feeling that my cats are planning something ridiculous. A big escape, maybe a plan to open up all the wet food and feast all day, or a plan to suffocate me in my sleep.

You know what I mean

Usually, they get tired, fall asleep and forget what they had planned. They have yet to actually go through with a plan.


Way too tired to go through with plan

Now, I’m convinced that the squirrels outside my apartment are plotting against me, seriously I have the worst luck with animals in this apartment complex.

When we first moved in I called Mason to tell him that a woodpecker (I named Phill) was trying to enter our bedroom. For some reason, Mason didn’t believe me until Phill had drilled a HOLE into our bedroom wall. It was so rude of Phill but he was very persistent, especially at 4 AM.


Picture of the hole (notice the sunshine shining right through the apartment?)

So Phill has moved on (bless him) but now the neighborhood squirrels are upset with me. See I’m convinced that the squirrels are mad that I took away their supply of tomatoes.

Every spring/summer I decide that I’m definitely a farmer and I can grow anything, and tomatoes are usually on the list.

What I didn’t account for when growing my tomato’s (and strawberries) was that the squirrels will come and do what I like to call a “taste test.”

They hop onto my patio pull off a tomato, taste it, and then say “oh.. I actually HATE tomatoes.” Then they drop the tomato and hop away. Only to come back 10 minutes later and repeat the process, always saying to themselves “oh yeah I don’t like tomatoes.”

So I’ve made a cage out of chicken wire to guard my precious fruits and since I did that the squirrels have gone crazy trying to get through the cage.

They have found out exactly where my head is when I sleep and they have started to dig holes INTO my roof. Seriously, they’re trying to come into my bedroom (it’s bringing back a lot of Phill memories).

Last night they woke us up and Mason and I moved to the spare bedroom, but that bed hurts my face (it’s really hard..) so I ended up on the couch.

Now it’s me against the squirrels. Yesterday I noticed that they bring nuts and crack them on the side of our apartment wall.

We have to sleep with ear plugs now, but I hate sleeping with ear plugs because they make my ears soggy.

(You definitely know what I mean)

So anywho this is what we’re dealing with this Easter week.

Just thought I’d share.

Please, someone, help me figure out how to make the squirrels happy..
Also, send me more earplugs.

Petrie ate mine.

– Happy Easter everyone, may yours be squirrel-less and peaceful.

P.S. The cats HATE the squirrels the most




Favorite Friday Finds

I’ve decided that my blog needs a little bit of direction and I wanted to start something that I could publish weekly.

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Those that know me know that I am a huge bargain hunter, seriously I’ll be checking out and looking at my phone to see if I can find my item somewhere cheaper online! It’s bad.. but hey I’m a teacher and it saves me money which helps me raise my cats!


They’re needy and have a lot of toys

So anyways I thought every Friday I would share my favorite steals, deals, and sales of the week! I’m usually looking for clothes, but I also love finding home decor and cookbooks are a weakness of mine (love a good cookbook with pictures)

So here are my favorite finds of the week!

Hope you enjoy

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Super cute floral top!

Some colors are Amazon Prime for only 13.99!

My FAVORITE Lucky Brand Sandals, some sizes on sale for as low as $55!

Lucky Brand cuties


This perfect spring duster cardigan for under $20, very soft too!

Blush Cardigan


The most colorful Kimono for 12.99 (this comes in tons of different prints)

Colorful Kimono

And finally my favorite book right now!

This little book of mindfulness has helped me through some challenging times. Sometimes I feel anxious or nervous and I don’t know why. This drives me crazy, if I’m nervous about something, I should at least know what I’m supposed to be feeling nervous about.

This book has several exercises that are helpful for any situation, I love it so much and it’s small enough to keep in my purse!


I hope you found some goodies today

I also hope you are able to find something this weekend that makes you as happy as my cat is while he scratches his face!




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Crying at Toyota & We Have a Monster

Today was my first day back at work, luckily we had a work day today (so no students)!

UNLUCKY – it snowed about a billion feet of snow.

Yesterday on the way to my pottery class I was like “ohhh so pretty snow, I’m going to wear my cute boots yeeeeah.”


Proof of boots – photo taken before it had even started snowing for the day.

Anyways that’s all lovely right?

Last night when I started my always super reliable Toyota RAV4, it didn’t start right away and it took me at least 3 tries for it to start. I texted Mason to let him know and then went on my way.

This morning when I got done scraping all the snow in Colorado off my car, once again my car wouldn’t start! I was trying to get to work and I was already stressed about driving in the snow.

So obviously I started crying and thought “I NEED A NEW CAR NOW.”

I drag myself out of the car and obviously fall in the snow right outside, then I cried some more because I got snow in my boots and somehow this is all Mason’s fault.


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Anyways Mason is the most calm rational person I know, and when I tell him we need to go buy a new car right now he says “lets just get you to work and I’ll take care of the car.”

Nice right? I know!!

On the way to work I call Toyota crying (who knows whats wrong with me) and say “MY CAR WON’T START AND I JUST BROUGHT IT TO YOU AND EVERYTHING WAS FINE.”

The poor girl on the phone is like “okay well if it’s clicking then it’s just the battery and we can replace it whenever you can bring it in.”

Then I think “Oh.. that’s really reasonable, well okay then… thanks.. see you soon, have a great day.”

And then decide that I’m losing my mind (for the 8th time that morning).

Side Note: I just needed a new battery (intense huh?)

Normally I really do enjoy the snow, here is proof from our New Years Day hike


In other news the New Year has been great, but I’ve decided that my cat Petrie is a monster that does whatever he wants and gets worse every day.


Petrie has decided that he only drinks water from the sink now..

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Petrie’s new midday nap place

I’m not really sure that this post had any point, hopefully it brought some entertainment to your day!

Happy New Year!

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The day I moved to Colorado and my cat died


You know those times when you think

“this will be funny later”

Well this is truly one of those stories that I can laugh about now, this is the day I moved from Texas to Colorado; I drove 11 hours in a U-Haul alone, moved in with a stranger, my cat died, and then I met a bunch of high/drunk neighbors that helped me dig a hole at 3 AM.

Get comfortable, this is good.

So everyone who knows me knows that I’m a cat person, I had a cat named Sneakers from a young child all the way through my undergrad. He was such a sweet cat and I loved him very much, when he died he was 21!


I’m from Texas, I did my undergrad at Texas Tech and then moved up to Fort Collins, Colorado for my Masters. I didn’t know a single person and I was terrified. On the day I moved I ended up packing all my stuff in a U-Haul (drove over many sidewalks) and drove myself 11 hours to my new house, with a brand new roommate.

Who I had only met once previously

Did I mention I also had my two cats, Littlefoot and Sneakers?

Any-who, I get to Colorado and its about 10 PM. I get everything unpacked and when I go upstairs to my room, my poor older cat sneakers has a heart attack in my arms.

This was obviously very traumatic but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I got to hold my baby throughout his last moments.


Picture taken right after I had surgery. He was such a cuddle bug!!

After Sneakers died, I was immediately terrified of the dead cat body.

Like what do I do with Sneakers?

It’s 10 PM… I literally just met my roommate, how do I go in there and tell her that my cat just died?

So I spent a good 15 minutes trying to decide what to do and I went into my new roommates room and said,

“Okay so hey.. I know I literally just met you but I’m pretty sure my cat just died, he’s really old”

“Oh also I’m terrified of the body and I can’t go in there.. soo.. want to help?”

So my poor sweet roommate goes into the bathroom to make sure; yes this cat is dead and then we have to decide what to do.

SIDE NOTE: When I was later telling this story to my flute teacher she was like “oh why didn’t you just put him in the freezer?”

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We decide that we have to bury Sneakers.

We also learn that we don’t have a shovel

Off to Walmart we go.

We get to Walmart and at this point I’m a mess and I’m crying and all red-faced. We go back to the garden department and this particular Walmart has their shovels BEHIND A GATE. A gate that has to be unlocked by an employee.

It’s midnight by now and I’m at Walmart crying and I have to go ask this employee if he can unlock the shovel locker so I can buy one.


Okay.. Shovel – CHECK. Ready to dig this hole.

Umm.. Have you guys ever tried to dig a hole? It’s REALLY freaking hard, especially in Colorado for some reason.

My roommate and I are in the back yard which is open to all the other townhouse back yards and we spend about a good hour and a half digging this hole, after an hour and half we have a good 2 inches.

We suck at digging apparently.

Fast forward to 3 AM. We’re outside still digging this hole and about 5 guys bike by, obviously drunk and coming home from the bars. They look over at these two girls, crying and digging a hole in the back yard.

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After the extremely skeptical looks and me saying,

“Oh hello, my name is Sierra and I just moved to Colorado. My cat just died and I’m trying to dig this hole, do you want to help?”

They think for about 5 seconds and one of them takes the shovel and starts digging while the others go into the house to get supplies.

I go inside to grab a sweater and when I come back this has turned into a freaking full-fledged ceremony with chairs, incense sticks, a Mexican flag, and 36 cans of beer.

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So here I am brand new in Colorado, minus one cat. Sitting in the back yard at 4 in the morning with my brand new roommate and 5 of our drunk neighbors drinking beer and wrapped around a Mexican flag while holding incense sticks and digging a hole for my cat.

Welcome to Colorado?

After they dug the hole, they put my baby Sneakers into the hole and then I KID YOU NOT each of them sprinkled a little bit of dirt and one of them even gave a really good speech.

Think: Farewell Aragog!!


And then we went inside and Littlefoot and I went to bed. When I called my mom to tell the story she said “oh that’s so great that you made friends honey, I’ll miss Sneakers.”

And there you go – my very first day in Colorado.

RIP Sneakers!!!

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The Truth about Kevin – 1 cat now 2 cats

Hi all, Littlefoot here:

I’m writing to tell you about the worst weeks of my life. The time my Mom decided to adopt Kevin, a “friend” for me.

So when I was a kitten and Mom brought me home, she already had a cat named Sneakers. Now the ideal was that I would be best friends with sneakers and we would do great things together; you know cuddle, lick butts, chase each other, hiss at each other jokingly, etc.

Sadly sneakers hated me, he was pretty old and just didn’t have room in his world for such a cute cat like me. We did have some good times though, like that one time we caught that moth. Damn that was good.

RIP Sneakaleaks

Anyways.. growing up I did have some cat friends! There was Wallace and Zammie (PROOF BELOW). I used to have so much fun with my cat friends; licking, staring, chasing, and sometimes hissing.

Mom knew that I did well with other cats and would be happy with a cat bro/sista.


Mom had been talking about getting another cat for a while, and I already had the perfect cat in mind.


I wanted Lil’ Bub in my life.

I hinted to Mom that we should really adopt Lil’ Bub because I like his style a lot. I mean we have a lot in common.. for instance,

  • He makes noises while eating
    • I make noises while eating, sitting, and sleeping
  • He loves yogurt
  • He has to take baths and sort of puts up with it
    • I take baths and meow the WHOLE time through

Obviously we were meant to be best friends.

So anyways one day Mom sees this older cat at the cat rescue that “looks just like Littlefoot!” Honestly I don’t see it but whatever.


SO anyways Mom was telling me that the cat had been at the shelter for a while and she thought we would be best friends. Also he didn’t have teeth, and Mom was like “no big deal, cats don’t need teeth.” Wtf Mom? I’m very happy to keep my teeth.

When Kevin came home I immediately knew something was wrong with this cat, I mean he was shady as hell.

He would hide under things and I would hiss at him, he would hide in the bathroom while I hissed at him and I even hissed at him while he was eating or if he EVER looked at me. I MEAN WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?

WHY would you ever look at me? I just freaking met you Kevin, you don’t like my life or my struggles. So I told him “Don’t you dare look at me again.” Then I threw up 7 times (1 time on the bed) to make sure Kevin and Mom knew that he wasn’t allowed to look at me or be near me really.


Grumpy Cat – you’re my patronus

So Mom tried all these Jackson Galaxy  “How to introduce cats,” and just make cats more comfortable ideas that Jackson has. BTW Jackson go ahead and give me a call soon so we can talk about that because Kevin did not respect my space and I have some tips for you. Thanks Jackson. #NORESPECT

Mom tried really hard to introduce us slowly and give us our own space. She thought that we were making real progress, see below to see me looking at Kevin and us rolling over on our stomachs together. YAY


Mom started to get worried after about a week of me throwing up 2ish times a day, not really eating, and doing my meow call of the wild from 2-5:30 every morning. I really needed her to know that I thought Kevin was an A-hole and he wasn’t welcome in this house.

Seriously, what kind of cat won’t come out from under the bed for a week just because every time he tried I hissed and attacked the shit out of him? What a pansy.

So after a couple of weeks Mom talked to my Vet and the Cat shelter and they decided “the best thing for both animals was to bring Kevin back to the cat rescue and put him up for adoption again.”

This is when I finally knew that I had gotten my point across and after Kevin left I finally was able to stop throwing up/screaming and attacking everyone.

I really thought I was in the clear BUT then Mom decides..

“I really think Littlefoot would get along better with a Kitten”

And now I have the most dumb little brother there is.

….. Everyone thinks “HE’s so cute” but he doesn’t fool me.

I mean look at this, Mom was just trying to have a nice little brushypoo time and he thinks the brush is out to get him.


I do sort of like him though, he really pushed his way into my life without even caring if I wanted him there.

Here he is in 4 boxes..


Lets go ahead and just put him back where we found him.


Moral of this story is – If someone comes into your life and you don’t like them, DON’T STAND FOR IT. You throw up, fart, hiss, and make sure your Mom knows about it. Don’t settle in life, we only have 9 and they go by fast.


DISCLAIMER from Sierra: I would just like to say that this post from Littlefoot is satire. I take the adoption of animals very seriously and I would never adopt an animal without the ideal that I would have that animal their whole life. In this case Kevin and Littlefoot were not a good match, I did everything I could “by the book” and was so hopeful that they would be able to get along. I didn’t even consider giving Kevin back to the rescue until it was affecting the health of my 8 year old cat Littlefoot. Kevin was the sweetest cat ever and Littlefoot is a huge jerk sometimes and it wasn’t a healthy situation for either animals. Kevin was brought back to a very safe “NO KILL” shelter to be adopted out to a loving family. Littlefoot and Petrie are VERY happy and healthy kitties and are very loved. We love photos and stories of your own cats in the comments 🙂