Non I-man Post 2: There's Got to Be A Morning After

[sisabet]

Long Night - while I was in with the Aunt Maude (rescue kitty) Sid ripped apart the cotton velvet quilt on my bed.

While I was playing with Sid, Aunt Maude used her litter box (YAY!) and then proceeded to kick most of the contents onto the floor when I did not respond to her yowls and pet her right away.

My grandmother called to tell me that having a cat was just not fair to Sid (cause he was here first) and I should not be thinking about keeping her. Sid is very popular amongst my relatives and apparently has been campaigning hard in the heartland to remain an only pet.

Also, Meme does not like cats.

Currently both animals are engaged in a Mexican standoff separated by the french door glass. I have firmish plans to clip some I-Man, take Sid to the dog park, take pictures of Aunt Maude and make flyers and possibly die as that is a lot of activity for me on a Saturday.

::watches "Flowers for Hobbes" instead::

Comments

[morgandawn.livejournal.com]

when we boought our third cat into the home, he was so "hi everyone, look at me, I am cute, wanna play?"

The 2 older cats immediately began expressing themselves by peeing and crapping on the bed. This went on for almost a month (not the peeing/crapping part, since after the first few times everyone was banished from the Holy Land). In the end, detente was achieved, with the newcomer spending his day hours in the garage on top of the furniture and the older cats staring up at us in woeful sorrow. The only time they gather is when xlorp comes home - they run to the door and put aside their ecclesiastic differences to worship at his feet. And so all is right in paradise.

[renenet.livejournal.com]

You know, don't you, that every time I pass look at this subject line I get earwormed with that line as sung by Chef's finance, the succubus, from that episode of South Park. The only thing that is likely to save me is hearing the song backwards. I hope I live long enough to make it home after work and download that song file. If not, then I designate you to say, "Oh my god! I killed renenet!" as well as to find someone to immediately call you a bastard for it. Good luck!

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Aunt Maude: Oh my god! Sis killed renenet!

Sid: You bastard!