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Welp.
So, Christmas weekend passed quietly, I got some lounging done, some studying done, less cleaning done than I meant to. Sunday was looking pretty good for the cleaning though, I got some dishes started and the chicken started and then I hear Murdock yowling at the back door, so I go to look. It's Bat Cat! At the glass door looking all "yes human I expect my food to be served now." So I go and I get a small dish of dry food and I take it to him, and then, because I'm a lunatic like that, I remember the boy saying "Oh, I miss Bat Cat, he was so cuddly, I worry about him." And I think, well, I don't know if I can get him into the computer room. And then I realize, wait, I don't have to get him into the computer room. I can just put him in the patio.
So I do that. I move the litter boxes from the patio to the inside, or two of them at least, and I close the doors to the house proper, get all the house cats into the house proper and close the doors, and bring Bat Cat in. It takes him about fifteen minutes of him running around the room all "WHAT FUCKERY IS THIS THERE IS GLASS BETWEEN ME AND THE WORLD" before he settles down. Eventually the boy woke up and I told him "Hi Merry Christmas I got you a cat." The last time I told him this it was a stuffed animal cat.
Work has been crazy busy and destroying my sense of time and, apparently, my ability to do anything at home. I mean on the plus side part of what I should be doing at home is also reading, especially since my shitpile of research books came in. But also ugh.
... and to top off all the ugh Carrie Fisher died so I'm going to wrap up this entry and go scream quietly in a closet or something.
So, Christmas weekend passed quietly, I got some lounging done, some studying done, less cleaning done than I meant to. Sunday was looking pretty good for the cleaning though, I got some dishes started and the chicken started and then I hear Murdock yowling at the back door, so I go to look. It's Bat Cat! At the glass door looking all "yes human I expect my food to be served now." So I go and I get a small dish of dry food and I take it to him, and then, because I'm a lunatic like that, I remember the boy saying "Oh, I miss Bat Cat, he was so cuddly, I worry about him." And I think, well, I don't know if I can get him into the computer room. And then I realize, wait, I don't have to get him into the computer room. I can just put him in the patio.
So I do that. I move the litter boxes from the patio to the inside, or two of them at least, and I close the doors to the house proper, get all the house cats into the house proper and close the doors, and bring Bat Cat in. It takes him about fifteen minutes of him running around the room all "WHAT FUCKERY IS THIS THERE IS GLASS BETWEEN ME AND THE WORLD" before he settles down. Eventually the boy woke up and I told him "Hi Merry Christmas I got you a cat." The last time I told him this it was a stuffed animal cat.
Work has been crazy busy and destroying my sense of time and, apparently, my ability to do anything at home. I mean on the plus side part of what I should be doing at home is also reading, especially since my shitpile of research books came in. But also ugh.
... and to top off all the ugh Carrie Fisher died so I'm going to wrap up this entry and go scream quietly in a closet or something.