Picnic Day And A Wet Kitty

Matt and I had a great weekend. Saturday was Picnic Day here in Davis. I'm not exactly sure where the name comes from, but it is basically just a day of celebration and activities in the town. Over 50,000 people from out of town come to visit! As you can imagine, it was pretty intense especially around our downtown apartment. We had some friends come and Matt made some extremely delicious sangria:) The parade went right in front of our apartment so I got pictures from the street and our balcony. It was a lot of fun!

My favorite thing about Davis is that it has a little of everything. It has the distinct small farm town feeling of where I grew up, but it also has the rich diversity and life of a larger city. Although it is largely a college town, it really has much more to offer than just the university... There is so much culture and prettiness everywhere. I hope these pictures will give you a pretty good depiction of what I mean:)

When I woke up Sunday morning I saw this:) I definitely didn't write it. I'm not sure who did, but whoever it was has some pretty amazing letter writing skills!! Keshnee, was it you? ;)

Today I only had to work a few hours in the early morning and then I had to run a few errands. I was back before noon, and I was all ready to crawl back into bed and read more of my book. It was raining and thundering really badly. Perfect suspenseful crime novel weather! When I walked into my bedroom Oliver was sitting on our bed... I picked him up annnndddd (drum role please) there was poop smeared all over our bed and all over him!!!!  UGH! He didn't seem like he felt sick, but clearly it wasn't his best day. He made it to the liter box at least, but his bad-time poop stayed on him. Poor little guy:) Between Oliver and Kiddo I'm getting a pretty clear idea of how much bad smelling situations I'm going to have to deal with when and if I'm ever a mother. I give all moms major kudos for all the poop cleaning up that you are subjected to. It's a mighty dirty job. 

The inevitable happened and I was forced to give Oliver his first bath.

 It was pretty awful for both of us. He, like most cats, doesn't care too much for water. I, like most people, do not care too much for screaming and clawing. The clawing wasn't as severe as it could have been. I think he knew I wasn't trying to hurt him. Poor little guy was just miserable. We got through it though:) Oliver has never looked so fluffy or felt so soft. Maybe we'll make this happen more often, but probably not.