What happened to my little girl?
1. So, last summer/fall, when Vala first came home with me, and when I first put up her window seat, there was a neighborhood cat who would come by every now and then and they would kind of sniff each other through the screen and talk a bit. It was cute.
So just now I heard this noise by the window. Vala was freaking out. She kept lunging at the screen and I was afraid she had gotten it a little loose (she's been picking at it lately) and was trying to punch through and out. I run up, and the neighborhood cat was outside. It was the weirdest thing. Vala wasn't growling, hissing, or chattering her teeth. She wasn't puffed up. She wasn't even jumpy when I tried to touch her to calm her down. But her tail was twitching like crazy and she kept lunging at the screen like her life depended on getting to that cat, all while crying like she does when she's hungry. When I closed the window and picked her up to take her away and try to calm her down, she freaked out. She didn't try to hurt me. Not a single scratch, in fact. But she was desperate to get to that other cat.
I honestly can't figure out if it was aggression or not. She wasn't making angry sounds, she was making her "mommy, I want it" sounds. And now she keeps crying at the window. It's like she's love sick, I swear!
2. Tried a new granola bar recipe tonight. I'm sure the taste would have been amazing had the cook time not been horrifically wrong. I checked on them 10 minutes before they were supposed to come out, and they were burnt. They're completely inedible. The worst part is I could only find pistachios still in the shells, so I spent two goddamn hours shelling those bastards, and my fingers are raw now, and I have nothing to show for it. DAMN YOU ALTON BROWN!
In seriousness, though, I tasted it raw and it was amazing, so I'll do the recipe again, but I think I'm gonna find ready to use pistachios even if I have to drive all around town, and I'm lowering the bake temp and checking every few minutes.
3. I feel like all the shows that I want to squee about, I'm alone in my level of squee. It's not like I think I'm the only one who watches or likes them, but, like, I just wanna talk about them all day, and everyone else is busy talking about other stuff, and it makes me a sad panda.
In extremely related news, Nikita has completely consumed my brain. To, like, ridiculous degrees for a non scifi/fantasy series that's more episodic than serial. It's really not the kind of show I usually obsess over between episodes. But I am. And you guys, I WILL BE LEGIT DEVASTATED IF IT GETS CANCELED PLEASE EVERYONE WATCH IT AND BUY DVDS AND WHATEVER ELSE I CAN'T HANDLE THIS STRESS.
4. Oh, and, you know, tiny little tid bit of rl news, I have a telephone interview tomorrow. For the job I'm doing as a temp. To get hired permanently. Yeah, I'm interviewing, on the phone, for a position at the company in whose break room I will be sitting in while making the call. I am nauseated. I HATE interviewing. I'm not bad at it. I've only had 1 job I ever interviewed for that I didn't get, and that was only because someone more qualified got it (like, he literally told me they almost hired me but I just didn't have quite enough knowledge of art products yet (it was at Dick Blick, and I was only a freshman)). But I'm always convinced I will screw it up or say something awful. Somehow it being on the phone makes it worse. You'd think not having someone looking at me, that being able to have a cheat sheet if I want, would make it easier. You'd be wrong. Very, very wrong. I hate interviewing, and I hate talking on the phone to people I don't know, and when you combine those two things you get one very upset Caitlin.
Oye.
So just now I heard this noise by the window. Vala was freaking out. She kept lunging at the screen and I was afraid she had gotten it a little loose (she's been picking at it lately) and was trying to punch through and out. I run up, and the neighborhood cat was outside. It was the weirdest thing. Vala wasn't growling, hissing, or chattering her teeth. She wasn't puffed up. She wasn't even jumpy when I tried to touch her to calm her down. But her tail was twitching like crazy and she kept lunging at the screen like her life depended on getting to that cat, all while crying like she does when she's hungry. When I closed the window and picked her up to take her away and try to calm her down, she freaked out. She didn't try to hurt me. Not a single scratch, in fact. But she was desperate to get to that other cat.
I honestly can't figure out if it was aggression or not. She wasn't making angry sounds, she was making her "mommy, I want it" sounds. And now she keeps crying at the window. It's like she's love sick, I swear!
2. Tried a new granola bar recipe tonight. I'm sure the taste would have been amazing had the cook time not been horrifically wrong. I checked on them 10 minutes before they were supposed to come out, and they were burnt. They're completely inedible. The worst part is I could only find pistachios still in the shells, so I spent two goddamn hours shelling those bastards, and my fingers are raw now, and I have nothing to show for it. DAMN YOU ALTON BROWN!
In seriousness, though, I tasted it raw and it was amazing, so I'll do the recipe again, but I think I'm gonna find ready to use pistachios even if I have to drive all around town, and I'm lowering the bake temp and checking every few minutes.
3. I feel like all the shows that I want to squee about, I'm alone in my level of squee. It's not like I think I'm the only one who watches or likes them, but, like, I just wanna talk about them all day, and everyone else is busy talking about other stuff, and it makes me a sad panda.
In extremely related news, Nikita has completely consumed my brain. To, like, ridiculous degrees for a non scifi/fantasy series that's more episodic than serial. It's really not the kind of show I usually obsess over between episodes. But I am. And you guys, I WILL BE LEGIT DEVASTATED IF IT GETS CANCELED PLEASE EVERYONE WATCH IT AND BUY DVDS AND WHATEVER ELSE I CAN'T HANDLE THIS STRESS.
4. Oh, and, you know, tiny little tid bit of rl news, I have a telephone interview tomorrow. For the job I'm doing as a temp. To get hired permanently. Yeah, I'm interviewing, on the phone, for a position at the company in whose break room I will be sitting in while making the call. I am nauseated. I HATE interviewing. I'm not bad at it. I've only had 1 job I ever interviewed for that I didn't get, and that was only because someone more qualified got it (like, he literally told me they almost hired me but I just didn't have quite enough knowledge of art products yet (it was at Dick Blick, and I was only a freshman)). But I'm always convinced I will screw it up or say something awful. Somehow it being on the phone makes it worse. You'd think not having someone looking at me, that being able to have a cheat sheet if I want, would make it easier. You'd be wrong. Very, very wrong. I hate interviewing, and I hate talking on the phone to people I don't know, and when you combine those two things you get one very upset Caitlin.
Oye.