Cat of sabotage, cat of addiction
This entry is dedicated to my cat Ramses, who's a total n00b. For years since we've had him, he's jumped upon and ruined numerous items. He's broken countless priceless antiques and ruined many-a project of mine.
His latest disaster, spilling all of my contact cement. So for those of you who don't know, he's a real attention whore and a real druggie. He loves to smell things that are bad for him. If you mop the floor with bleach, he'll roll around on it and sniff it. If you're working with amonia filled latex, he'll sit next to it smelling it until you chase him away. If you're working with super glue, his huge nose is in your project. Spraying paint? He's all about that! And heaven forbid if you tell him not to do something, he'll wait til you're around to see him do it, and waits to see how long it takes of you yelling at him to stop before you finally let the hand fly on his ass.
So today, after a long tedious night of experimenting with fixing my latex leg (ask me later ;p), I cleaned up my stuff and put them out of harm's way.
OR SO I THOUGHT!
I came home today, and my mom told me she found a funny smell coming from the next room, and she found the table covered in contact cement. Much paperwork glued down. Thankfully none of it spilled on Silver's new fur or else I would have had to lock myself in the angry dome. But I was so pissed off! My mom said, "What would it take to clean up?" And I replied "Xylene, which I don't have >:l" Not to mention, I am also lacking an ENTIRE BOTTLE of contact cement I only got to use once, and that was on a test patch!
Damn you evil cat. Damn you. I knew you were trouble the day we adopted you and you made the man's hand bleed. You bit my ankle three times in the same place as if you were aiming for my artery. I wore those scars until I graduated from college. You gave me a tapeworm. And now, you little ingrate, you ruin my shit! Not just a normal ruin, this the kind of ruin that sets me back an entire day, when I have 12 legs to make and less than 12 days to do it, when I needed to have made at least one a day. Not to mention, it'll take hours of scrubbing to get the cement off that table.
I'm so angry.
His latest disaster, spilling all of my contact cement. So for those of you who don't know, he's a real attention whore and a real druggie. He loves to smell things that are bad for him. If you mop the floor with bleach, he'll roll around on it and sniff it. If you're working with amonia filled latex, he'll sit next to it smelling it until you chase him away. If you're working with super glue, his huge nose is in your project. Spraying paint? He's all about that! And heaven forbid if you tell him not to do something, he'll wait til you're around to see him do it, and waits to see how long it takes of you yelling at him to stop before you finally let the hand fly on his ass.
So today, after a long tedious night of experimenting with fixing my latex leg (ask me later ;p), I cleaned up my stuff and put them out of harm's way.
OR SO I THOUGHT!
I came home today, and my mom told me she found a funny smell coming from the next room, and she found the table covered in contact cement. Much paperwork glued down. Thankfully none of it spilled on Silver's new fur or else I would have had to lock myself in the angry dome. But I was so pissed off! My mom said, "What would it take to clean up?" And I replied "Xylene, which I don't have >:l" Not to mention, I am also lacking an ENTIRE BOTTLE of contact cement I only got to use once, and that was on a test patch!
Damn you evil cat. Damn you. I knew you were trouble the day we adopted you and you made the man's hand bleed. You bit my ankle three times in the same place as if you were aiming for my artery. I wore those scars until I graduated from college. You gave me a tapeworm. And now, you little ingrate, you ruin my shit! Not just a normal ruin, this the kind of ruin that sets me back an entire day, when I have 12 legs to make and less than 12 days to do it, when I needed to have made at least one a day. Not to mention, it'll take hours of scrubbing to get the cement off that table.
I'm so angry.