Sirens Squeaks and Sobbing

My crazy is starting to reach new levels of crazy. I know that to some of you that doesn't seem possible, but I can assure you i am speaking the truth. Let's take last week as a prime example.

I spent a few days in Philly to visit a very close friend of mine, and I hadn't seen my sweetheart, Mike, since I left just wanted to clarify that I left on Monday morning and returned on Tuesday night. I had to directly go to work when I returned because I was closing the restaurant. Mike happened to have that night off, so, he was going to meet me at home and we'd go uptown together.

At ten I get a text from him that says- I can't make it by 11 tonight cause the tech guys are working on my computer and they have been working since 6pm.

One would have thought he said - I don't want anything to do with you Beverley so I purposely wasted my entire afternoon and called the tech guy at exactly 9pm just so I could purposely avoid hanging out with you because I had an emotinal break down in my brain.

I responded with - what?!? You don't want to see me tonight?!

Of course I do! I'll just meet you uptown.

No response.

11pm and I say I just got off work I'll talk to you later.

The text gave him a warranted unwelcome feeling so he called me at 12am after receiving 20 nasty where are you text messages and you purposely broke your computer to avoid seeing me text messages.

"I thought you didn't want me to come over?"
"Did I SAY that?"
"No, but... Ok, I'm coming over"
"no, don't bother now. You're only coming over cause I'm upset. If you wanted to come over you would have already been here by now."
insert unspoken curse words clearly directed towards me.
"I'm coming over. "

He arrives to find me weeping in my bed. I continued the uncontrollable sobbing for at least 30 minutes.

C-R-A-Z-Y. Oh, but the story gets better.

The next morning I awoke feeling hungover with embarrassment at my behavior from the night before. My roommate had already left for the day and Mike left for work at 2pm. I got ready for work and left the house at 4pm because I was closing again.

6pm I get a text from my roommate: I'm so sorry. I can't find the cat. I have been searching for 30 min and I can't find her anywhere. I am so sorry.

I was working so I didn't get the message until an hour later. Not knowing how to respond I texted Mike with "oh honey." He promptly responded with " I know. I'm on it." My roommate was apologizing so I thought maybe she left the door open but she hadn't. So, maybe Squeaks couldn't bare my crazy and jumped out the window.

Turns out my roommate called the bomb squad to come and find the cat. A friend from upstairs came down to search every corner of the house. Mike comes tearing down the road in his patrol car sirens blazing from the south Bronx. The friend found her just as Mike arrived on the scene.

She was trapped in my bottom dresser drawer.

Yup. I closed her in while I was getting ready for work. I think I'm getting close to check me in crazy. I swear it was an accident. Please don't call animal services. I love my cat and I had NO idea she was in there.

Mike told me later that he was worried if something had happened to her it would have been to much of a mental strain to my already wavering mental stability. I only have one more week of this crazy and I should return to normal. Well, as normal is obviously a loosely defined term.

I'll Show You

Coming home late from rehearsal the other night, I discovered that my cat, Squeaks, is crazy.

Jolted by the sound of my voice, she awakes from a deep slumber hiding underneath a quilt and anticipates my door arrival. “She heard your voice,” my honorary mom says as she carries Squeaks to me. Touched at first I quickly learned her eagerness strictly came from her desire to show me her new trick: she can jump EVEN HIGHER at herself in the mirror.

Taking her into the room, she leaps out of my arms and struts towards the mirror. She pauses to sit without breaking eye contact with herself for a second. I’m staring down at her, and she briefly decides to look at me then back at herself then back at me and she says, “I know there is a cat behind this door. Open the closet door this VERY MINUTE.”

So, as requested, I open the closet door and she tears through stopping in confusion to find a skateboard, cloths and endless piles of shoes.

Completely baffled she comes back out and sits on my lap and says, “ Why do you do this to me? Don’t you love me best?”

Laughing I reply, “Yes, Squeaks – I love you best, but I assure you there is no cat on the other side of the door. You are staring at yourself.”

So she burrows herself underneath my blanket and I turn off the light to go to sleep. Minutes later I hear the wheels in her brain. “ha,” she says to herself, “I’ll show her.”
Then she proceeds to jump at herself for another 20 minutes.

Run run run BANG
Run run run BANG
Run run run BANG
Run run run BANG



After countless attempts, she finally retreats to bed, but I’m desperately trying to sleep through the continuous BANG BANG BANG BANG. No wonder the poor dogs are going crazy. They don’t understand why there is a crazy cat in my room.

Talulah meets Squeaks

and it has been slow going.

Since moving back home, I have subjected two very comfortable and happy dogs to the evilness of this great spectacular cat.

Talulah is doing much much better than Gus, but it's going to take a lot a lot of time. Gus cries and cries and cries and cries while Ashley holds him down. Squeaks minds about her narcissistic self and stands in front of the mirror watching herself or she snuggles deep down into my arms. Shes hissed a few times, but she has not tried to swat at either one of them. Talulah shakes vigorously for a few minutes until she finally calms down, and Squeaks feels OK about being near her. Yet, Squeaks is still afraid, and runs away.

It all looks very promising.

Meet Squeaks

I’m obsessed with the show. Just two more runs before an audience and I’m starting to let the nerves and anticipation overcome me. I’m drilling my trouble spots in my sleep, and yet it never seems to be enough, but I promised… no show talk next post… tomorrow will be the prep talk post. It’s just I can hardly think about anything else except my angel.

I have a new addition to the Viljoen household party of one now party of two. As you can see from the picture below I am not the good looking one in the family.

She came to my household on July 2nd 2008, and I am so thrilled to have such a treasure in my life. So far she loves to chase her tale, play with her little jingle ball and hang out peacefully in the bathroom. Sometimes she meows when she freaks out, but trips to the vet have been amazing. Being in her travel case has been a plus since she loves LOVES her travel case. She sleeps in it in the bathroom, and she has been quiet in driving in the car. I hope this lasts. I also hopes she does well meeting people. My whole family is coming into town this weekend, so, I am hoping that will give her a chance to socialize her. She’s so special in every way. I love her dearly.

Find more pictures of her here