Proof of a higher being.

Puss in Boots did NOT win an Oscar tonight.  Best news of 2012.

Oh, the horror!

He's been nominated for an Oscar.  I can't even handle my life right now.

Greatest Hits: And the seventh thing I hate the most about you - you make me love you.

Wait Kate, that's not you!  True, but this picture of D and JG
is the 12th hit when you google "puss n boots aggro crag."
Who says this blog isn't doing anything?

So, you may remember (and if you know me you definitely do remember, because I force you to constantly) that Danielle and I won an award.  It was an exciting day.  Nearly as exciting for me as the day Eminem won his Oscar.  In order to accept our award, given by the incomparable Bre of BreBeauty, Danielle and I had to share seven random facts about ourselves.  The resulting string of posts revealed some funny, interesting and really weird tidbits about our lives as wildcats.  This was an especially fun series of posts for me because I learned things about Ms. Festino that I haven't learned over the course of our friendship.  I guess we just don't talk about Puss N Boots very often.  For good reason, apparently.

Enjoy this, somewhat disturbing, look into our lives again here.

xo kate

Love, Hate, Unclear: 9.8

I love me some Gingerbread Construction Company muffins. If you are from the Boston area, and haven't sampled these delectable mini-cakes of joy and butter, then you my friend, are missing out.  It is a sin to live your life without them.

I hate Puss n' Boots. Who does he think he is, anyway?  I think he is an asshat.

I'm not sure what to think about cookies with no sugar, butter, flour or eggs.  Sounds miserable, but they look soooo good and hearty.  Apparently mashed banana holds them together. I must investigate.

Dfest: What's new pussycat?

I hate puss n boots. Always have. Always will.

I hated him before he made his appearence in the Shrek film series. And his latin flair in the animated feature only fueled my fiery loathing.

He's a cat. And he wears boots. And he walks upright. And his name is Puss. What is not to hate?

I can't even talk about it. I hate him that much.