May 26, 2009 12:45
Poor Young Yong. Just as I was going to bed last night he hops in one of his boxes (LOL shipping boxes and pizza-box ribbon, he is easy to buy toys for!), the one he likes to get into to hide, to sleep, to crinkle the bag in the bottom. And he pees. Ugh. I got it into the laundry room before it soaked through, but I didn't punish the little guy. I think it was just anxiety, though an odd choice that he should soil his security cubby.
You see, this was quite my fault, though a less sensitive cat might have brushed it off.
Anticipating this coming weekend--a Pride festival and a Goth party--I got a mental craving for an old Queen song "It's Late". I've always loved it, even before I understood it. Hey, I was ten at the time, give me a break. So I find a half-decent copy of it online and crank it up, singing along, air guitar, all that. If you've heard it, you know it's raw testosterone, lust and aggression. I don't think 용용 has ever seen that in me, and he's a little flabby kitty stuck in a small space with me. Truth be told I have been a bit more aggressive lately, fight-playing with him instead of prey-playing and not always 'losing'. So there's that.
Then, just for giggles, I put on an episode of "Happy Tree Friends". You know what that sounds like. Little wonder the cat was traumatized. I hope he's forgiven me.
For all my anxieties, right now that my strength is back, I'm rested, and I have a leg that while cranky is functional--I want to Take Over The World. You know that feeling?
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