deird_lj

My cat is having a hunger strike. I've been feeding him tinned cat food for every second meal, and he is not happy. He would much prefer to be eating bikkies, and solely bikkies, thanks very much.
His current hunger strike strategy is to leave his wet food on the plate all evening, and then jump on my face at two in the morning, in the hopes that I'll be so tired that I'll give him cat biscuits just so I can get some sleep. This strategy has worked for him in the past, but I am determined not to give in. I will not chuck away perfectly good cat food just because he prefers a different kind! Not again!


I had a massage this afternoon. It's such a weird sensation when the masseuse runs her hand up your arm and all your fingers start moving involuntarily. It sort of felt like I was playing the piano...


One day in the distant future, I will probably write a lengthy essay about how Farscape is the uber-Trek, the most creative Aussie tv in existence, and the model of everything a space opera should be. For now, let me just express my admiration, and get back to watching it.