oook, yesterday was busy. Today promises fair to be the same.
I *really* need to sort out my sleeping schedule if I’m gonna keep being this active. 4-5 twitchy hours a night just is not cutting it.
================================================Lunch w/BF and Costco tripCall airline and check on Baggage prices The Girl's ID needs for check inTake Math Test at ACC-Northridge--> Gulp!Chat w/prof and get Psych exam results--> made an 87, whew!Go see house(s) w/realtor--> one bust, one beautiful but probably already taken, poo.Talk to friend re:sublet--> other plans, damnitGo to poly-dinner, return toy and acquire a Tam--> acquired! more below Laundry -- > ongoing Talk to D re: airport parking -- BFF has volunteered to take us there credit card -- needs it today to get tix for HB2 Clean house/floors for HB and leaving a clean house for travel stuffs Change litter Water BBF*'s plants Pack the 'kins and my bags ================================================
Lovely BF spent night last night due to ongoing construction at her house.
Unfortunately, I didn’t mention not letting in the loudmouths cat(s) this morning. So, my alarm (set for 8.15AM) didn’t have chance to go off. Instead, I heard my 20# whiny bitch narfling around, making a nuisance of herself.
"Mrat" Pet me! "Mrat,mratmratmeooooooooooowMRAT!!" What are you eating? Air? Can I have some? Meanwhile, upstairs my brain hears rustling around and blatting. Those are NOT normal morning sounds. "hzzat?" huh? what? where? space monkies? Downstairs, all continues apace.... "Mrat,mratmratmratmratmratmratmratmratmratMRAT!!" They don't feed me here, you know. "sssszznork!" wakes up suddenly because OMG,there are noises downstairs! My brain - of course - interprets the unknown noises into THREAT!!!! Yay, adreneline! "mratmratmratmratmratmrat...Mew?...mratmratmratmrat!" I am reasonably sure that you are eating something. I heard rustling. Look...I can be cute; see? Gimme." "ARGH!" recognizes cat noises. resolves to not murderlate own beloved kitty. "OW, fucking ARGH!" stubs toe on pointy bed foot. re-resolves to not make slippers out of cat fur.
This is about the point where I stumped naked downstairs to find out what was going on.
The Process 
Sorry! Sorry. Sorry. Sorry! Sorry.
(/Python Gumby)
*snort*
Wow. Kitties seem to know just the right ways to bring joy to their owners’ lives. Too bad you can’t ignore your cats the same way you can your kids.
I love your style of writing 🙂
I *never* ignore my kids. :p
I meant in general. Parents seem to have this odd ability to ignore their kids when they’re trying to do something else and their child is climbing all over them. Maybe I’m just seeing things, though.
Oh, you mean Mall/shopping/public space heathens.
I’ve seen ’em, too. Usually, the kids have this ability to shriek in the upper sopranic registers.
My daughter can duplicate some fairly impressively high-pitched noises.
I don’t encourage this when we’re out of the house.