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Cat follies
Okay, so I'm not at my best and brightest right now. And I'm a wee bit slow on the uptake. Just... setting the background for you, so to speak
So, last night, I got up to take MORE Advil for my thumping skull, and was reaching into the cupboard for a cup when I heard a thumping, thunking sort of sound. There's a canvas bag hanging on the back of one of the dining room chairs that has my "Keep Auntie Occupied" stuff in it. Things like a sketchbook, the latest thing I'm reading now ("The Omnivore's Dilemma"), a skein of yarn and a crochet hook, etc. When I'm nervous, or bored, I don't know what to do with my hands. It's best to keep them occupied. Trust me on this, folks. MUCH better.
So, anyway, I look over and the bag is convulsing and twisting on the chair back wildly, and I think, "Hullo... what's this? Is it... possessed? Should I be worried?"
The movements get more frantic, it bucks wildly and flails before the top bulges and out emerges...
A kitten's head.
It's Muta, the little grey and white kitten, and he peers up at me rather indignantly. Apparently, he'd been sleeping in my yarn. I'm just amazed he could get out!
And yesterday morning, when I was sitting here trying to wake up, our calico kitty, Dobbs, was sleeping on top of my monitor. Yeah, it's one of those big ol' clunky CRT's and I can't WAIT to get a flatscreen! Anyhow, until then, it's Dobbs' favorite place to perch and keep an eye on me, as well as torture me by covering parts of the screen with her tail. Well, she had fallen pretty deeply asleep, probably lulled by warmth, and I noticed her head was covering rather more of the screen than usual. I watched, astonished, as she OOZED over the edge of the monitor and landed, headfirst, smack in the middle of my keyboard and flipped to land sitting up in my lap, looking very astonished.
"Huh? Whuzzat?" she seemed to say as she looked around wildly, and then she settled into looking up at ME and glaring at me like it was all MY fault!! Darn cat. Then she licked herself, pleating her shirtfront, and jumped down with that, "I meant to do that," attitude all cats have.
At least I wasn't working on something when she hit the keyboard!!
So, last night, I got up to take MORE Advil for my thumping skull, and was reaching into the cupboard for a cup when I heard a thumping, thunking sort of sound. There's a canvas bag hanging on the back of one of the dining room chairs that has my "Keep Auntie Occupied" stuff in it. Things like a sketchbook, the latest thing I'm reading now ("The Omnivore's Dilemma"), a skein of yarn and a crochet hook, etc. When I'm nervous, or bored, I don't know what to do with my hands. It's best to keep them occupied. Trust me on this, folks. MUCH better.
So, anyway, I look over and the bag is convulsing and twisting on the chair back wildly, and I think, "Hullo... what's this? Is it... possessed? Should I be worried?"
The movements get more frantic, it bucks wildly and flails before the top bulges and out emerges...
A kitten's head.
It's Muta, the little grey and white kitten, and he peers up at me rather indignantly. Apparently, he'd been sleeping in my yarn. I'm just amazed he could get out!
And yesterday morning, when I was sitting here trying to wake up, our calico kitty, Dobbs, was sleeping on top of my monitor. Yeah, it's one of those big ol' clunky CRT's and I can't WAIT to get a flatscreen! Anyhow, until then, it's Dobbs' favorite place to perch and keep an eye on me, as well as torture me by covering parts of the screen with her tail. Well, she had fallen pretty deeply asleep, probably lulled by warmth, and I noticed her head was covering rather more of the screen than usual. I watched, astonished, as she OOZED over the edge of the monitor and landed, headfirst, smack in the middle of my keyboard and flipped to land sitting up in my lap, looking very astonished.
"Huh? Whuzzat?" she seemed to say as she looked around wildly, and then she settled into looking up at ME and glaring at me like it was all MY fault!! Darn cat. Then she licked herself, pleating her shirtfront, and jumped down with that, "I meant to do that," attitude all cats have.
At least I wasn't working on something when she hit the keyboard!!