in which i admit yet again to being a terrible person
I can't wait to take the cats to hospital. OH MY GOD I swear if I have to clean up spray from the door one more time, I'll get a dog. (I don't mean that, as the place isn't big enough for a dog, but the fact remains that I am sick of spray.) Billy will have pissing contests with the big man-cat outside, who's taunting him with the fact that he gets some and Billy doesn't, and Billy will then piddle on the door and take the rest of his frustrations out on McKay, who's just growing into his own hormones and thinks Billy's behaviour to be completely unnecessary (however, he finds himself completely justified when he smacks Billy across the face for no good reason). All the while, the both of them are all perked when the door opens, because they can escape! and get some! When this occurs, I generally die a little inside, because there's a major roadway right next to the complex. This doesn't seem to phase their actions.
Me: You're under a car! Get out and come inside.
Cat: I SMELL SOMETHING
Me: Look, I have food!
Cat: SMELL - SMELL - I SMELL BUTT
Me: (shakes the bag)
Cat: GIRL BUTT
Me: Ffff -
Cat: TRAFFIC IS WHERE I SHOULD GO, BECAUSE OF THE GIRL BUTT
Me: !
Commence fifteen minutes of the most ridiculous hide-go-seek game you've ever seen in your life, wherein I mimic Frogger and Cat decides (after enough near-death experiences on my tally sheet) that it isn't butt he smells after all and waltzes happily back up the stairs to get some food.
I'm losing my mind.
The children get a partial snow day, so I'm still in bed (though I've been awake since six). Taking a break from the knitting to worsen the old carpal tunnel; everyone else is still fast asleep, so I get a little time to myself (which is nice). Although I think I might have imbibed a little too much last night despite not feeling any of the nice effects, as there's a nagging dry feeling in my head, like someone's wrapped my brain in one of those scratchy towels you get at hotels. This irritates me, as I made certain to do the glass-of-water-in-between-drinks thing, but oh well. Probably life saying "don't drink on a school night." (Like I'll listen.)
Also: Shaaaaaadaaaaaaa! If necromancy weren't impossible and generally frowned upon, I'd raise Douglas Adams from the dead simply to shake his hand - of course this was already true, but still. (Also, I am pretty sure I will never get enough of seeing Tom Baker in a suit. Ever.)
Also also: knowing my propensity for solitude, my brother oh-so-sensitively told me a family friend was sweet on me, and I can honestly say "sanity? what sanity?" If it weren't for the fact that the cats get out, I'd swear never to leave the house again. Since he visits regularly, however, I can only deign not to believe the little darling - either that, or simply engross myself in Fable III while he's here. You know, sorry, can't visit at the moment, I'm having video game sex!
Enough procrastination, I guess. LGTW fic or breakfast now, I wonder - eh, who needs to eat?
Me: You're under a car! Get out and come inside.
Cat: I SMELL SOMETHING
Me: Look, I have food!
Cat: SMELL - SMELL - I SMELL BUTT
Me: (shakes the bag)
Cat: GIRL BUTT
Me: Ffff -
Cat: TRAFFIC IS WHERE I SHOULD GO, BECAUSE OF THE GIRL BUTT
Me: !
Commence fifteen minutes of the most ridiculous hide-go-seek game you've ever seen in your life, wherein I mimic Frogger and Cat decides (after enough near-death experiences on my tally sheet) that it isn't butt he smells after all and waltzes happily back up the stairs to get some food.
I'm losing my mind.
The children get a partial snow day, so I'm still in bed (though I've been awake since six). Taking a break from the knitting to worsen the old carpal tunnel; everyone else is still fast asleep, so I get a little time to myself (which is nice). Although I think I might have imbibed a little too much last night despite not feeling any of the nice effects, as there's a nagging dry feeling in my head, like someone's wrapped my brain in one of those scratchy towels you get at hotels. This irritates me, as I made certain to do the glass-of-water-in-between-drinks thing, but oh well. Probably life saying "don't drink on a school night." (Like I'll listen.)
Also: Shaaaaaadaaaaaaa! If necromancy weren't impossible and generally frowned upon, I'd raise Douglas Adams from the dead simply to shake his hand - of course this was already true, but still. (Also, I am pretty sure I will never get enough of seeing Tom Baker in a suit. Ever.)
Also also: knowing my propensity for solitude, my brother oh-so-sensitively told me a family friend was sweet on me, and I can honestly say "sanity? what sanity?" If it weren't for the fact that the cats get out, I'd swear never to leave the house again. Since he visits regularly, however, I can only deign not to believe the little darling - either that, or simply engross myself in Fable III while he's here. You know, sorry, can't visit at the moment, I'm having video game sex!
Enough procrastination, I guess. LGTW fic or breakfast now, I wonder - eh, who needs to eat?