Day 84: Beheaded
Came home last night to find Bojanklesbot separated from his head. Hmmm. Wonder who did that. [Project 365]
Came home last night to find Bojanklesbot separated from his head. Hmmm. Wonder who did that. [Project 365]
“I like the sun and all, but I want to be able to control it.” That sentence came out of my mouth yesterday, so I bought and hung curtains for the first time in my life — no, really — and am looking so completely forward to deciding whether or not I want to wake up with sunshine punching me in the face tomorrow morning. So far, the cats and I have an understanding that…
Woke up today and saw my new wireless mouse on the hardwood floor, belly-up, its battery plate beside it. Helpless. Wonder how it got on the floor.
Channel 1: Kitties v. Balloon Behold, a balloon! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Channel 2: The Cats Are Introduced To Drugs Just Say No from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
A Thanksgiving Story from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
Me on the computer, laughing at this (HT: Knots). Jack, looking up at me intently. Me, grabbing Jack and giving him a bear hug and lots of cat smooches: “Kitty, I am going to clean the shit out of your litter box!” Jack, irritated, stares into space as I smother him with affection. Me, babytalking:”Yes I am! Yes I am!” Pause. “YES WE CAN.”
Here’s a little blast from the past (June 2007): I can’t believe how little they were.
This is what I heard just a couple of hours ago out behind my apartment. What’s up for interpretation is whether or not these cat noises are aggressive … or amorous. What’s not up for interpretation is that I have GOT to get a better video camera that doesn’t allow for that constant random vibrating background noise. And also? That my cats totally want in on that feral feline action. The sweet sound of urban…
Fig. 1: The domestic cat performs an elaborate dance that means, to his owner, “Scream at me and then spray me with water several times until I run into another room, unsure of what just transpired.” My boy cat is having an identity crisis. He thinks he’s a godforsaken mountain goat. Exhibit A: Once again (he’s done this twice before, and has apparently not heeded my past warnings), he has chewed through the phone cord,…
So last week sucked on toast and, consequently, I busted up into this week with some sort of deluded optimism, thinking it would be better just by virtue of being new. Hoo boy. Ain’t that cute? Granted, I have been more or less in better spirits overall, but it’s still been a fucking trying week, what with the project from hell going apeshit and imploding on me, requiring a from-the-ground-up rebuild, among other things. (Seriously,…
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