For Jake’s birthday we went out to Monty’s Blue Plate Diner in Madison. Jake told me he just wanted a simple lunch date to celebrate his birthday and he got it. It’s a super cute, old-school diner that serves gravy slathered breakfasts all day long. It’s got that classic, vintage, midwestern diner feel that Jake and I both love. Jake ordered the Meatloaf of the Gods, complete with a heaping helping of mashed potatoes and gravy (his favorite), and a biscuit (which I had the pleasure of eating). I enjoyed a bacon breakfast sandwich with a generous smear of goat cheese and a side of American potatoes.
Once we got back, Jake and I made brownies. (Box mix of course. Who do you think we are Martha Stewart?) I was just about to put them in the oven when Jake had a stroke of genius and forced me to put them back on the counter. He fetched my jar of nutella from my breakfast shelf, (yes, I have a breakfast self) and ladled the remaining chocolatey, nutty goodness on top of the brownie batter. They turned out phenomenally, obviously.
After lunch and desert, it was finally time for presents. Jake unwrapped a Destiny 2 Pop figurine, a guitar stand, and best for last… drumroll please… seriously I expect you to pat your lap vigorously… I promise it’ll be worth… please just trust me… fine I’ll tell you anyway: a kitty backpack! Now I know what you’re imagining, an adorable mini backpack worn by a kitty, and while that would be even cuter than what I got for Jake, it would not be nearly as cool.
This is a backpack kitty carrier. Charlie goes in. The backpack goes on my back. And all of a sudden kitty can go anywhere. I’ve already taken Charlie on several walks this week to train him to like being carried in the backpack before I gave it to Jake, (let’s be real, I just wanted an excuse to try it out for myself) and let me just say, it’s the bees knees.
It’s designed ridiculously well. It has large breathing holes so I can stick my fingers in to pet or play with the cat or for him to reach out to play with me. It also has mesh panels on the side so Charlie can see out even when he’s lying down. Also, there is a plastic bubble where Charlie can look out into the world.
Basically this is the coolest thing ever.
Jake immediately wanted to take Charlie out for a walk, and there was no way in the world I was going to pass that up. We hit the pavement, Jake, Charlie voyaging on his back, and myself walking a half-step behind trying to document every adorable second of it.
However, I’m still getting the hang of using Jake’s camera, and it turns out it doesn’t take pictures very easily outside. When I got back home and looked at my photos, and every single one was blown out garbage. See?
Jake tried to show me what settings on the camera would have prevented this unfortunate series of washed out photos, but during his lesson the camera ran out of charge. Like any rational person, I started rooting around in the camera bag for the charger. Nowhere to be found. Jake tried to explain that the charger got separated from the camera when he moved to Madison, because the camera was already in the car, but the charger was still inside on the day of the move. So for nine months the charger and the camera were on opposite sides of the state. I still don’t understand why they were separated in the first place, but I digress.
We went to our downstair storage unit to dig through Jake’s hoards of salvaged wires, random computer parts, vintage video games, and the largest, most tangled mass of electronics cables you can possibly imagine.
We dug through all the bins, but alas no cable. (Well, not the cable we were looking for anyway.) We did find the battery charging dock, but without the cable itself, it’s pretty useless.
So for now I’m back to stealing Jake’s camera phone, but here are some pictures of Charlie enjoying his time outside.
Yes, I know my cat is spoiled senseless.
No, I don’t think I spend too much time or money on my cat.
Yes, the pictures alone makes the carrier worth every cent I spent on it.
No, I didn’t just buy this because I wanted it; Jake fucking loves it too.