I don’t know if you’re aware, but there is a mustache craze going on right now. Between products like these and the popularity of Movember, I think the mustache trend is here to stay. Personally, I became obsessed with mustaches because of this little lady:
One glance and I was hooked. And incidentally today is Sally and my one-year anniversary! Yes, I am celebrating my anniversary with my kitty-kat. I used to think these “kinds” of people were, ahem, a little weird, but I can proudly say I am now one of them. Before I get to the recipe {there is one, promise} let me tell you a story of a kitty that needed a home and a girl that needed a kitty…
When I moved to Boston, I really wanted a cat. Desperately. I grew up with cats all my life–when I moved to the East Coast, I left these babies at home:
I knew getting a cat in Boston was not the smartest idea, since I had no idea if I would be staying in Boston after I graduated. So I waited. And waited. And then grad school was over! And the bf and I decided hey, let’s stay in Boston! So off to the shelter I went.
The first round of shelter-visiting was not good. We went to a Petco adoption day, which apparently only existed on the Internet. Sigh. We visited another in-store adoption, but alas, no matches. Double sigh. The next weekend, we decided to go to the Boston MSPCA. I picked a cat online via Petfinder that I liked {he had six toes! I mean, come on!} but he was sick and not ready for adoption. As I walked into the cat room/area, I thought that this was the end, I would never find a kitty to love.
But then, at the end of the room, in a cage all to herself, was my Sally. Back then, she was called Callie {for calico}. And Foliage. She has two names because she was–and still is–bad-ass. I opened the door to pet her and BAM. Instant connection. You can ask Elise about it, she saw. Sally immediately nuzzled up to my hand and started purring. I grabbed her info sheet off the door and ran to the front desk and said “THIS IS MY CAT”. Luckily, Sally was already spayed and microchipped, so I got to take her home that day! It was fate.
Sally gave birth to four little babies when in foster care {I threw away the picture of her and the babies when I moved, why?} and when they were brought to the shelter, the babies got snatched up, but no one wanted the mama. That’s ok, because I did! We did the paperwork, payment, checked with the landlord and roommates to make sure they would even let me have a cat, and then we ventured home. I take pride in the fact that my Sally turned my non-cat loving friends into {conditional} cat lovers.
Oh, and that whole part about getting a cat in Boston because I would stay in Boston? Yea that didn’t last. In April, I decided to move back to California. And so started the trans-America move with cat in-tow. Hence the leash video and pictures like these:
If you follow me on Instagram you know that I am obsessed with Sally. Like,crazy-stalker obsessed. Luckily, when John and Sally met, it was love at first sight. He is also obsessed, as seen here:
And here:
The moral of this story is: I love my kitty, my boyfriend loves my our kitty, adopt kitties from the shelter because they are the best! Use Petfinder.com to find pets in local shelters! {not a sponsored post, btw}
And with that, I give you these awesome mustache sugar cookies! These cookie cutters were a gift from said boyfriend. He found them at Target!
Sally’s Mustache Sugar Cookies
Ingredients:
Sugar cookie dough {either from scratch or from a pre-made mix}
2 tbsp cocoa powder
Directions:
Pre-heat oven to 350
Prepare dough per directions
Add two tbsp cocoa powder
Mix well
Roll out dough on a lightly floured surface, about 1/4 inch thick
Cut out dough with cookie cutters {they are cutters on one side, and a stamp on the other!}
Place cookies on an ungreased baking sheet {I put mine on parchment paper, worked great!}
Bake for 5-7 minutes and let cool
Take funny pictures
Happy anniversary my Sally cat! You are the weirdest, funniest, sweetest kitty ever and we are lucky that you are ours :) It’s true when they ask…do you rescue pets, or do they rescue you? xoxo