Yay google!

At the 1992 American Academy of Forensic Sciences conference in New Orleans, a forensic pathologist stated that individuals living alone sometimes died unexpectedly and unnoticed. He claimed that, in his experience, a pet dog would go for several days before it resorted to eating the owner's body. A pet cat would wait only a day or two. What he didn't mention was that cats are obligate carnivores and, unlike dogs (which are more omnivorous), cats cannot consume other potential foodstuffs that might be lying around the home (fruit, veg, cookies). For a dog, the corpse might be a last resort, but for an obligate carnivore, it may be the first resort.

First hit.

And now I am completely creeped out by thoughts of my pets eating me!

I'm just glad the cat moved out.

laughing hysterically.

Ironically, the one with the prey drive is so picky about food, my corpse might be safe. Now, the one with no prey drive who thinks people exist to pet him...

And now I am completely creeped out by thoughts of my pets eating me!

And people wonder why I don't want them!

His observations are in line with my theory.

It's not for nothing that when we are running low on catfood someone is sent to the store quickly to make sure the cats don't eat our heads while we sleep.

Does anyone else have songs picked out? Or am I the only morbid one?

"If I Should Fall From Grace With God" - The Pogues

Emmett hated the sling, loved the Bjorn and had to be in arms most of the time his first year or he wailed and cried and made everybody miserable. So we were miserable in a slightly less stressed way carrying him around until he could move under his own power. Which was pretty early. He crawled at six months and walked at 9 months.

Matilda will whine to be picked up, and is very cuddling, but she is content to motor about and investigate stuff on her own. She's better at entertaining herself than Emmett was.

Emmett craved a lot of stimulation but was not so keen on generating his own stimulus (playing by himself). So mostly I took him out a lot. Long walks in the stroller and shorter walks in the afternoon with the Bjorn (mostly to do errands).

Anyway, both did well in the Bjorn pretty much as soon as they could hold their heads up.

"If I Should Fall From Grace With God"

I'd say I want to go to your funeral, but there's just no way to make that come out uncreepy.

So, L.A. people...specifically NoiseDesign, whose idea it was for a Rock Band party in the first place: all signs seem to be pointing to Sunday, Dec. 30. Is that good? Timing is whenever. I was also thinking Laga and omnis and I could do the Museum of Jurassic Technology that morning/afternoon. I don't know how long one needs.

That works fine for me.

I'd say I want to go to your funeral, but there's just no way to make that come out uncreepy.

I invite you to dance on my grave! To the Pogues!