Leaving on a jet plane.: seanan

Leaving on a jet plane.

How I want to be right now:

"OH YEAH I AM GOING TO SEATTLE I AM GOING TO ROCK SOME HOUSES AND MELT SOME FACES AND MAYBE IGNITE THE BIOSPHERE WOO!"

How I am right now:

"I need a nap. Or maybe some more caffeine...yeah. Caffeine would probably help. You know. If there are no naps to be had. Can I have that nap instead? Wait, I have to get on a plane? What? Is this optional? Can't I teleport? How about the Jaunt? Is that up and running yet? I promise to let you sedate me..."

So yeah. I am bound for Conflikt, where a) I will have a wonderful time, even as b) I will work my little blonde butt off, toting my laptop from room to room like the Ghost of Deadlines Past. There may be a certain amount of grumbling darkly and threatening to ignite the biosphere. Good times.

The cats did not approve of the reappearance of The Dread Suitcase; Thomas even tried to barricade me in my room this morning. He failed, on account of he may be a bonsai yeti, but I am a human, and hence much larger than he is. But hey, good show him for trying. Lilly just looked despondent, like she had been waiting for this day ever since I returned from Disney World. Sometimes I think Lilly is the smartest of the cats.

I don't know how much internet, if any, I'll have over the weekend; please don't burn down the internet while I'm gone, I'm still using it.

See you in Seattle!

pointedulac

January 27 2012, 20:34:15 UTC 5 years ago

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My cats always get moody when the suitcase comes out. Billy will try to crawl inside it and stow away, but I always catch him.

gorgeousgary

January 27 2012, 23:46:26 UTC 5 years ago

Sounds like our Nova (see userpic). The packing process around here typically goes: Open suitcase. Get shirts. Remove cat from suitcase. Put shirts in suitcase. Get pants. Remove cat from suitcase. Put pants in suitcase. Lather, rinse, repeat...

January 28 2012, 01:01:26 UTC 5 years ago Edited: January 28 2012, 01:06:01 UTC

LOL YES. Exactly like that. Also NOVA is an orange tabby, like Billy.

I suspect, based on nothing, that orange tabbies are all geniuses. Because Billy is too smart for his own good (gets into drawers, closets, everything) while my other cat (a tuxedo) is a little slow. Precious and adorable and sweet. But slow.

lauowolf

January 28 2012, 01:24:42 UTC 5 years ago

Orange tabby utter feral lives in my basement/fed on back porch.
He is one competent, professional dude.
The front porch feral, a tuxedo cat, has been subverted sufficiently far as to discover he likes ear rubs.
The orange guy, no way.
No pats, they are not in the job description.