Steph, you're moving into petland soon, aren't you? May I suggest bribes?

Hee. The chorus is as you would expect. The verses are strictly improvisational, based on how miffed we are and exactly what damage and chaos has been loosed.

And while we're telling animal stories, today the SO took Seabiscuit to visit the build. Reportedly, he was alarmed at the lack of yard, which, evidently, he had expected to remain available strictly for his use. And then he went inside the house for the first time, which was very exciting.

And he was completely baffled by the open stud walls. He would run up to them, and then stop suddenly and peer through them. Then he would turn and go around them through the proper doorways. Eventually he went through, but with a mystified look on his face. He especially enjoyed the deck, despite the fact that it doesn't have a proper floor yet, which will probably continue indefinitely.

Devi's cursings use the term "Baby" and Mister Kitty's are "Boyo" when I don't use their actual names. There are a lot of things that rhyme with that. Well, especially with Devi. Once people get that I haven't named her "Debby" they start adding an L. Which, um...well, when she has her biting fits, sure. Otherwise, notsomuch. Well, ok, she's kinda a bitch kitty. But she's really cute and makes cute noises! And she cuddles, really ! (just only when she wants.)

Liese, that reminds me of how utterly bewildered the family cats were when we moved, after living in the same house their whole lives ~10 years (and to a home 2x the size). One cat never got over it. She'd stand at the threshold of a room and HOWL (she was siamese) until a human came to escort her across the expanse. All that space freaked her walnut brain out. She did that for 5 years, until her death. My poor mom (the only light sleeper in the house.)

Bartleby communicates exclusively through stares. The big 5 stares...which I have fortunately learned to identify. The good thing about that is no whining, the bad thing about that is stealth and suffering if I don't happen to notice where he is/what he needs.

I recite the 5 phrases of stare, i.e. Do you want breakfast or supper, go pee, outside (which is different, and walk oriented) and go to bed. He waits patiently until I hit the right one and then makes a little jump.

Speaking of walking, he's nearly 7 and I've never taught him to heel. Thanks to the Dog Whisperer (tm) and a 10 inch leash, we are enjoying the best walks of our life together! Longer and way more fun. No sniffing, pulling, dodging about or messing with other creatures unless I let him go. It's a dream! Plus, he walks way, way faster with this method, so we are both getting superior exercise.

I don't agree with everything Cesar Millan says, but this leash thing rocks. And my winter on ice will be much less perilous!

feh. my treo seems to have gone kaplooey. won't sync, won't turn on until the button is pressed several times. wont/cant make phone calls. Feh. Not good when I'm about to travel. I'm sure as hell not giving the boss my personal cell number. guess this solves the question of whether I'm taking my laptop.

For the love of Joseph...

I've spent the past two days curled up at home in sufficient stomach flu/food poisoning pain that it pushed my migraines into second place. Finally seemed to have gotten past that--ate an apple and sipped some Vitamin Water. Yay, me!

And then fainted on my way to my bedroom, boinking my head and spilling water. At least it was a plastic cup.

I'm really a little disappointed in myself.

Hey--just watched the Sci Fi Channel's marathon of Kindred: The Embraced (I suppose it's possible that's what made me lose consciousness--C Thomas Howell was pretty appalling) and wondered--was it cancelled in its own right, or did it have to do with Mark Frankel's death?

I need to go get my meds, but I'm worried I'll sever an artery somehow. Or set myself on fire.

I need to go get my meds, but I'm worried I'll sever an artery somehow. Or set myself on fire.

It's like the migraines have turned you into Cass...

I hope your pinky doesn't turn against you, ita. Jeepers.