I've been a little worried lately about mice in the apartment, and I'm sitting here surfing away when I hear some scratching from nearby. My cat, Clio is in her usual place between me and the computer, but she doesn't seem to be noticing anything. Then the scratching seems to be gettting louder, and seems to be coming from INSIDE THE DESKTOP. I have a moment of freakout (My GOD, THERE'S A MOUSE IN THERE!) before I realize that Clio is
kneading the computer.
She is such a freak.
Do I want hot and sour soup enough to go to the trouble of ordering in Chinese food?
It's coming from
INSIDE THE COMPUTER!!!
Or, you know, not.
Jesse got clothes from Isaac Mizrahi?I must have skipped and skimmed that day (week). When and how and why?
It's coming from INSIDE THE COMPUTER!!!
I really thought that for a second.
The cat and I just had an argument about whether or not it's snack time.
(I
really
have to spend more time with humans.)
And we could have mumps! Or ticks, or flying termite swarms following us around, or be eaten by sinkholes.
Really, cats are better.
Really, cats are better.
Except when you are trying to nap, and they keep stepping on your head and they weigh 25 pounds.
Then they suck.
Even when they're just leaping up onto the bed and landing on your stomach or bladder.
And Ashton's look of "Oh! You meant HERE! I got it now. Won't happen again" when I snap at him, for the ninety-fifth time for scratching my couch.
Then they suck.