One-Hundreth Post! HOOPLA!!

So my folks came to spend Christmas and New Years with me in Bulgarland. Aside from a few catastrophes, it was a good time. We schelped up and down the country, almost slid off of icy mountains, went na gosti to eat freshly-killed pigs, watched men in goathair dance around driving out bad spirits, slept with earplugs. Crazy.

While we were gone, I had my elderly neighbor stop in to feed and love on the cat a bit. I told her the catfood was in the fridge. I figured she'd run out, so I stocked up on some kremvish...

When I returned home, I saw three brown chunks of something sitting in her food dish. at first glance, I took them to be...feces. There was another blob on the floor, and with trepidation I approached it to discern what it actually was.

As I got closer, I caught wiff of mint. What the...?

Then it hit me. It was my Aunt Dori's fudge.

My Aunt Dori had sent along a tin of her chocolate-mint fudge with my folks for us to eat on Christmas. I had left the tin on the TOP of the fridge, and when the food ran out I guess Stoika thought it was cat food. FUDGE! CAT FOOD!

I got a good laugh about it, cut up some kremvish and watched Zaeka gobble down food she could actually eat.

The next morning I was woken by the sound of keys jingling in my door. I stumbled out of bed and opened the door to find Stoika trying to come in with a pan of banitsa (a Bulgarian pastry with cheese). She had made the banitsa for the cat, since there was no more food.

BANITSA! FUDGE! What do they FEED Bulgarian cats?!

Anyway, all's back to normal now. Zaeka's taken to sleeping on my back at night, and on the heater during the day. All's well with the world.

Aaaaand that was my feeble attempt to force myself to write. Happy 100th Blog. Check ya later.