People who haven't met my cats often fail to understand exactly how good they are at making their annoyance known. These people need to be shut in a room with Lilly, Alice, and an empty food dish for half an hour. At the end of this time, they will understand a) that my cats are perfectly capable of explaining, in the detail, their displeasure, and b) I should get hazard pay for entering the house without feather toys and treats.
Thankfully, my girls aren't good at being mad for long. After a night of cuddling and a morning spent watching Boa vs. Python (with the pair vying for dominion over my lap), I seem to have been essentially forgiven. They still aren't letting me out of their sight, but that isn't all that unusual.
Over the course of my time in Seattle, I ate cupcakes, baked a turkey, made insane numbers of cookies, saw Die Hard for the first time, went to several bookstores, gave a concert, embarked on a successful quest for cranberries, reached 90,000 words on Blackout, formally turned in the first Sparrow Hill Road story, watched all of season one of Glee, played with kittens, rewrote about half my website, and hugged many people I love.
It was a good holiday break. I hope yours was just as lovely.
January 4 2010, 00:32:58 UTC 7 years ago
Also, my brother just visited with his dog. My adolescent kitten had her fur sticking out every which way for at least half an hour. That is, after I found her squished as far as she could go in the corner of the windowsill next to our hutch. It was pathetic and funny all at once.
January 4 2010, 18:27:06 UTC 7 years ago
Now I'm picturing the characters from my version performing "Under the Sea." It's much bloodier this way.