Final Transmission from The Fourt
It's almost over. I'm nearly into #4....
I want to deeply thank ladykinbote and forgottenwoods for all their help on Saturday! Not only did they help carry loads of unpacked junk, they also provided interesting conversation and gave me more than a few laughs (ladykinbote literally).
In addition to Fellini's Pizza, I rewarded them both with one of my talking balls. They tried to decline these gifts at first, but accepted quickly after I stuck one of the balls in ladykinbote's face and demonstrated how it worked by recording her infectious laugh. I kept that ball and gave her a new red and blue one (or was it yellow and blue?). Now, anytime I need a smile, I can just shake my ball and hear her laughter.
(I'm talking about Talk To Me Treatballs® "A great way to freak out your pet!" The Lady and I discovered a bag of these "talking balls" discarded behind a local pet store during her last visit. While I don't mind being considered a bit strange -preferably otherworldly- I promise you gifting people with my vitals, especially if those vitals can record and playback sounds, is not something I'd do!).
There was one fatality during the move however.
R.I.P. Catnip Tuck
2005 to 03-03-2007
Catnip Tuck's body was found on the morning of Sunday, March 4th, 2007, in the lobby of Catniptuck Towers. Based on a quick survey of the area, it appears that he died quietly while visiting the cafeteria the prior evening. Foul play is not suspected considering that Mr. Tuck ("Parsnip" to his friends) was approximately 2 years old.
His body will be interred alongside Garbagehed later today.
Garbagehead (aka Shirley Manson, Garbo, G-hed) is still resting in the living room (irony?). Lat night, I shared a can of chicken soup with her and was amazed that she devoured half the can (minus noodles and meat). There was a moment of reconsideration, thinking that maybe all she needs is a soup diet, but when I refilled her bowl, I noticed there was blood in her drool. So we sat together and ate, watching The Twilight Zone and Animal Planet (when she could see, she loved watching big cat diaries).
She knows something is up... I have to wait to take her to the vet until after I've finished cleaning The Fourt. vidicon and beachsomewhere have given me permission to bury her next to Jacques in the backyard of the IHOB.
*sigh*
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There is some Good news.
"V" called from the studios late Friday evening, requesting my services beginning Tuesday. She also informed me that there is a lot of work ahead!
So change my status from Available to Occupied; this merc has work.
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After this post (edit: later this afternoon) I will be shutting down the infernal Internet-Alter, and discontinuing service with our provider. This means, once again, I will have inconsistent internet access until further notice. I will be able to touch base occasionally using Turner's machines, but posting and commentary will be irregular.
I want to deeply thank ladykinbote and forgottenwoods for all their help on Saturday! Not only did they help carry loads of unpacked junk, they also provided interesting conversation and gave me more than a few laughs (ladykinbote literally).
In addition to Fellini's Pizza, I rewarded them both with one of my talking balls. They tried to decline these gifts at first, but accepted quickly after I stuck one of the balls in ladykinbote's face and demonstrated how it worked by recording her infectious laugh. I kept that ball and gave her a new red and blue one (or was it yellow and blue?). Now, anytime I need a smile, I can just shake my ball and hear her laughter.
(I'm talking about Talk To Me Treatballs® "A great way to freak out your pet!" The Lady and I discovered a bag of these "talking balls" discarded behind a local pet store during her last visit. While I don't mind being considered a bit strange -preferably otherworldly- I promise you gifting people with my vitals, especially if those vitals can record and playback sounds, is not something I'd do!).
There was one fatality during the move however.
R.I.P. Catnip Tuck
2005 to 03-03-2007
Catnip Tuck's body was found on the morning of Sunday, March 4th, 2007, in the lobby of Catniptuck Towers. Based on a quick survey of the area, it appears that he died quietly while visiting the cafeteria the prior evening. Foul play is not suspected considering that Mr. Tuck ("Parsnip" to his friends) was approximately 2 years old.
His body will be interred alongside Garbagehed later today.
Garbagehead (aka Shirley Manson, Garbo, G-hed) is still resting in the living room (irony?). Lat night, I shared a can of chicken soup with her and was amazed that she devoured half the can (minus noodles and meat). There was a moment of reconsideration, thinking that maybe all she needs is a soup diet, but when I refilled her bowl, I noticed there was blood in her drool. So we sat together and ate, watching The Twilight Zone and Animal Planet (when she could see, she loved watching big cat diaries).
She knows something is up... I have to wait to take her to the vet until after I've finished cleaning The Fourt. vidicon and beachsomewhere have given me permission to bury her next to Jacques in the backyard of the IHOB.
*sigh*
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There is some Good news.
"V" called from the studios late Friday evening, requesting my services beginning Tuesday. She also informed me that there is a lot of work ahead!
So change my status from Available to Occupied; this merc has work.
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After this post (edit: later this afternoon) I will be shutting down the infernal Internet-Alter, and discontinuing service with our provider. This means, once again, I will have inconsistent internet access until further notice. I will be able to touch base occasionally using Turner's machines, but posting and commentary will be irregular.