Ha! Hahahahaaha! Bwahahahahhahahaheheheheeeheehee.

They're coming to take me... oh, nevermind.

Cass:

Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know.

How does a kitty time out work?

Turn a(n empty) laundry basket upside down over the cat. If need be, place something heavy on top to prevent escape. It's preferable to place the time-out basket in the middle of a trafficked area of the home, as the embarassment helps to make the time-out more truly unpleasant. 3-5 minutes is sufficient to cool kitty tempers and redirect their attention to more acceptible behaviors.

Connie:

What if kitty decides he can't cope with the shunning and physically attaches himself to you?

That might be time-out territory. Or perhaps water-pistol time. Probably time-out, though. Back in Arizona it would have resulted in me saying "Look cat, I love you but I can't cope with you right now," and tossing (well, gently placing) him outside for a while.

I love the smell of new thread in the morning!

Damn you, wee Frank! You got into the top 10 'cause you had a better seat on the train than me!

Cats get embarrassed--who'da thunk?

Cats totally get embarrassed. Even seen one try an ambitious leap and miss? First thing they do is look around to see who saw.

They're such funny little critters, and more social than their aloof, mysterious, traditional reputations allow for. I really do like the thought that even feral populations, given sufficient resources, will form loose social groupings similar to prides. It's fascinating to observe them at it.

Cats also get dizzy on spinning things. like merry go rounds in parks.

They don't like it. t checks scars.

Damn you, wee Frank! You got into the top 10 'cause you had a better seat on the train than me!

Moohahahahahah!!!!

Hey, I saw you today too. I was going to wave or something, but I couldn't tell if you saw/recognized me or not.

Timelies!

If you see me around here today, kick me out. I have two papers to write before my 6pm class. I've gotta get my butt in gear.

I've had two and a half cats. The first was a stray who adopted our family for a time, when I was quite little--probably 2 or 3 years old. Mum and I were making pies the day she showed up, so I named her Pie Crust. Eventually, she returned to her home. Soon thereafter, my aunt's cat had kittens, and one of them looked very much like the stray who'd adopted us. We took her, and I named her Pie Crust, too. We had her for about 12 years, until she died. In fact, one of the things that's managing both to bother and comfort me about mum selling her house next month, is knowing we're leaving Pie's bones behind.

Pie Crust was the smartest, nicest, coolest, and best cat, ever. If I was sick, she'd stay by my bed (or the couch) until I was better. In the morning, she'd follow me up to the top of our hill, on my way to school. In the afternoon, she'd come out and wait for me, to see I got home on time. When our pet rabbit Harvey escaped from his hutch, she watched over him until we got home. Pie Crust also chased dogs up the street. I don't think Pie Crust ever missed a leap, or had any other reason to be embarrassed.

After Pie Crust died, we got Louie from a boy I was dating. Louie may well have been retarded. You know how kittens dash around the house only to be caught by WALL! Louie never outgrew that. Louie also sat, not like a cat, but leaning against a wall, couch, or something else, on his hind end, with both sets of paws in front of him. He looked rather like a dirty old man, when he did that. Louie also was a particularly stinky cat, and no food change seemed to help mitigate the odors escaped his body. We believe he was killed by a raccoon. We heard a fight one night, and there were a few stray tufts of fur, the next morning.

So, to 'splain...sum...whatever, I don't think I ever knew a cat who both needed to be embarrassed, and had the grace necessary for such emotion.

I saw you Frank, but thought that friendliness in the form of waving or smiling was considered verboten on the commuter rail. Also, your glasses reflected the light, and I couldn't tell if you were snoozing.

ION, I just called a plumber. Go me!