"used2be" <used2be@nowhere.com> wrote

oh, i finally took pity on her and went down there and let her in. now
she's curled up at my feet under the computer.

Awww. You're a good cat mommy. Mine kept repositioning herself on me as
I
kept changing positions in bed, tossing and turning until I felt like I
was
a mechanical bull and she was just there having a good time riding me on
top
of the covers.

Then when I finally stopped and settled in, she walked up
the length of me and stuck her nose in my eyeball, as if she was putting
another quarter in the bull and I should resume bucking and writhing for
her
amusement. Cats, they own us.

On the other hand, Fred reported to me this morning that since he moved a
new chair into his bedroom upstairs, all the other four cats that usually
sleep with him have now totally deserted him and are sleeping all over the
chair. So perhaps there is just some mysterious cat-shifting force at
work
in this house, as if there is a mini Gaia effect with everyone realigning
and finding some new balance. Jack Handey undoubtedly has some Deep
Thought
that could be inserted at this point.

Oh, I'm just jolly, thank you! I was just in the bathroom looking at
myself
in the mirror for the first time today -- always a pleasant What Fresh
Hell
Is This?

experience first thing in the morning -- and my eyes seem to be
swollen like little pig slits. I am charmed by my own beauty.

I was going
to go out shopping early today,

but perhaps in the interest of not leaving a
trail of stone statues in my wake as I encounter my fellow citizens of
Seattle,

I shall wait until my countenance achieves a rather less Gorgon
Medusa-like appearance before making my fellow shoppers the innocent
victims
of my startling new visage.

I hope your day is starting out better! :-)

There's almost always a late night chat or two with the orca, but I think
the orca-human Universal Translator might be busted. I kept hearing
bursts
of high pitched squealing, and while I'd like to think I'm exciting, I'm
not
*that* exciting. I mean, sure, if I'd been asking "what are you wearing?
ASL?", but when it's just "so how is that new browser working, think that
one is worth switching to?" then I'm afraid it's just the translator and
not
the considerable charm of my typing.

Ha! Yeah, we were just
typing-chatting last night, but I probably totally outed him to the women
of
asd with that little commentary on The Voice, didn't I? I guess I owe him
a
security detail or two now. I could try going into the kneecapping
business
myself to save money...I wonder if Tonya Harding is doing consulting work
these days? Man, these to-do lists just keep getting longer and longer!