You're right. Some things just are. Like how she'll be cozily lying behind me on the couch, looking ridiculously cute, leaning up against my back -- and then suddenly become determined to bite me. We had a five-minute standoff last night as I held the Finger of Not Focusing up in her face. Man, can she glare.

Are other cats stymied by a finger held in front of their nose, or is it just mine?

yay it's a bonus!

Are other cats stymied by a finger held in front of their nose, or is it just mine?

By Stymied, do you mean "think it's the best (chew)toy ever"?

she had my sister and mother trained to the point that she'd get her 5am pre-breakfast, her breakfast, a mid-morning snack, an afternoon nosh, and dinner. Somehow, she lived to be about 16 ... and could still walk (as opposed to rolling).

Y'alls talk of cats has me wanting one. Alas, apartment doesn't allow them.

Mac and cheese is food of the gods, Emily. And I think Isaac would agree.

I have no core muscles. NONE.

I had none until I took a Pilates class. Now I know I have them, they are mushy and I sadly remember when they were in shape long, long ago.

Are other cats stymied by a finger held in front of their nose, or is it just mine?

I wouldn't say my cat is stymied by a finger to the nose, but if you stick a finger out in her direction, she will typically come over and rub it with her nose. I say typically cause, you know, only if she is in the mood.

By Stymied, do you mean "think it's the best (chew)toy ever"?

Hee! No. I stick it in her face when she gets the bitey face, and she can't quite figure out how to get around it to get to the biting. A couple of times she's seemed ready to go for the finger, but mostly she doesn't see it as a biteable object, just an obstacle. And she glares. Oooh, she glares.

My cat is a force of nature that will not be tamed. And she's MEAN. Man, I love that manic-depressive, whiny, intimacy-averse cat o' mine.

Thanks for all the kind thoughts and postings. I've skipped and skimmed a bit, but Fuck Cancer indeed, PixKristin. I hope they did get everything in your dad's recent surgery.

I'm home for just a bit. My internet access is pretty low this week and I really have a lot of things to get done. By the way, Embarq phone service sucks syphilitic donkey dick. They're insisting on a death certificate to cancel my Dad's account. No one else is asking for that sort of thing. Bastards. I suggested that the could keep the phone live and keep on sending the bills if it made them happy, but after the February payment they wouldn't be seeing another dime. Did I mention the bastards part?

In good news, I took Liefur with me to my Dad's apartment, where my sister and I are handling all the family stuff. He is being loving, charming, and otherwise a spot of joy in a bleak time. My sister's threatening to stuff him in her carry-on and steal him away. Kitteh lovin' FTW. (I'm feeding him Iams, by the way. It seems to have a lot of meat-like substances at the top of the ingredient list.)

Oh, well. Back to Kernersville.

How are you holding up, Calli?