Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Puppycats are cute. Which is good because it keeps you from wanting to strangle them.
Puppycat does the, "Pet me. Oops, I fall down. Now pet me again. Oops, I fall down..." routine.
And the chirpy noises. Though, in full disclosurely fashion, Kristin's Mia does a true chirp. Which is frankly adorable.
Thanks Lee.
I've been sitting on my exercise ball a lot lately, for my back, and both Ozzie and Perkins have been puzzling over how they can climb into my lap when I am on it. Ozzie keeps giving up, and flopping down next to me, but being very vocal about his issues.
Kristin's Mia does a true chirp. Which is frankly adorable.
We had a cat that did such an accurate chirp that someone on the phone said, "Oh, you have a parakeet!" "Um, no, I have a twenty-pound cat." "That was a cat?"
But we get that often. A neighbor once said to us once, "So, the cat you call Mouse--how much cougar is there in him? Because normal cats aren't that big."
It is good that Mia can chirp since she can't meow.
At least Mia chirps. I've had cats with no voice at all, which is really wierd. But, nicely quiet when the females are in heat.
Majerle was silent for years. Now she has a crackling voice, I suspect from never really learning how to do it right. Except when she "captures" one of my slippers, or sometimes with her toy mouse, and then the yowling is scary loud. And funny. Really funny.
It is good that Mia can chirp since she can't meow.I could amuse myself for ages trying to get her to talk. Tweety cat.
How big is Mouse?
Hec is gonna be mad when he has to skip through all of the cat stories tomorrow morning in his drindl. Sowwy.
Medical mememe update: I just took a small handful of ibuprofin (four) and an Ambien and then sat for twenty minutes in a shallow but very hot bath.
Might be the best I have felt all day. I am pouring myself into bed now. With less head-in-a-vice-feeling soreness, less dripping nose, less crankiness even. I am starting to not hate this sick and unfun me person as she starts feeling better.
Hot baths are very underrated. Cures all.
I need say goodnight now as it is my bedtime.
t waves goodnight to Cass
My neighbors have a cat with the weirdest meow - it's kind of broken and raspy, and really low-pitched, something like the noise I imagine an outraged sheep would make. Seriously. It's like what would happen if a cat turned into Gollum.
"medical emergency" at the Davis Square T stop on Wednesday, that caused my train to be abandoned at Harvard Square
Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry this was someone you knew, even in passing.
I was on the T, too, when that happened; my train was abandoned at Central, but in a unique plan by our friends at the MBTA, the shuttle buses began at Harvard (for the non-Somervillains--that's one stop further down the line in the direction I was going). My conversation with the local T guy went something like this: "Get off here!" "OK. I need to go to Davis." "The shuttle starts at Harvard." "But we're in Central now!" "Oh well."