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- Voted in an election that still has no result. Apparently, our country has no firm opinions, and can't decide who we want in charge.

- Went to a birthday dinner for my sister. Three excitable nephews, LOTS of pasta, and a nice time. Also, the boyfriend met the rest of my family. :)

- Abandoned the new novel I'm halfway through, and picked up an Agatha Christie novel I've read several times. Had just got to the first murder (strangled girl guide) when I remembered that I'm actually trying to learn Latin and haven't looked at it for a while. Abandoned murder mystery before the second murder (drowned grandfather) and turned to Latin accusative forms - and then realised the second murder is where the whole thing gets interesting, and returned to Agatha Christie.
I seem to be indecisive...

- When I got home last night, Smudge (the kitten) came running to the door, realised it was me, and walked off disappointed. He's definitely a one-woman-cat.

- Played Knightmare Chess with the boyfriend today, who beat me very quickly - despite the fact that I'd ended up with 4 queens.

- Am halfway through House season 6. I think this might end up being my favourite season of the show. It's brilliant.

- Next weekend, by hook or by crook, I am getting new plants for my garden and planting them where the Evil Roses Of Doom have been sitting. It's spring, and I need my pretty flowers!


Aug. 7th, 2010 09:13 pm
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NICE: playing with Caleb, and having him decide that opening a toy car's doors would make the car into an aeroplane.

NICE: feeding chooks with Caleb, reading books with Caleb, and pretty much anything else I did with Caleb this morning.

NOT NICE: cleaning up the many dishes left by Caleb, after he went home.

NICE: seeing boyfriend.

NOT NICE: having boyfriend go home to study.

NICE: eating sticky-date pudding, and patting two purring cats.

NOT NICE: picking up far too many chairs at my church, carrying them to another room for a few hours, then carrying them all back again.

NICE: coming home to two still-purring cats.

Overall? A good day.


Aug. 1st, 2010 06:08 am
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Very busy day.

yesterday ...with footnotes )

The reason for all the packing? My parents are going to America for two weeks, and I'm housesitting for them.

I am now sleeping in my old bed, cooking in my old kitchen, and feeling eerily teenagered.

My cat is NOT happy with this sudden relocating, and is running around meowing in upset tones. This is impossible to sleep through - and the reason I was up before 6 this morning...
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1) Am currently posting from housemate's computer, because Lilac is stubbornly refusing to turn on at ALL. This is inhibiting my ability to do very important homework - and also to check very unimportant (but fun) internetness.

2) Went to my ten year high school reunion last night. One of my classmates had a comb-over. This is making me feel old...

3) Have almost no voice, due to being sick this week. Made worse by a) talking to people at the very loud reunion, and b) spending ages on the phone to the Apple guys trying to placate Lilac.

4) Have no heating in my house. Very freezing. I've set up a tiny little space heater, which Smudge adores and is lying in front of looking cute and kittenish. Elf is taking advantage of this distraction to enjoy the rest of the house, kitten-harrassment-free.

5) Have a messy house. Really should clean it up. Have no time.

So... no voice, no computer, no heating... *sighs*

Life is good. I have lovely nephews, and pattable cats, and a bookcase of fascinating reading material, and a piano, and cough drops, and wine, and I WILL BE HAPPY, DAMMIT.

*glares at world stubbornly*


May. 20th, 2010 12:43 pm
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Elf has a fanboy.

Said fanboy is a tiny kitten called Smudge, who belongs to my housemate. He thinks Elf is the coolest thing ever, and has taken to following him around the house, and copying his every move.

My poor cat can't go and eat his breakfast without Smudge jumping in front of him and eating the breakfast Just Like Elf Does. (Or like Elf would if he could get past the kitten blocking his access.)

an annoying part of kittenness )

So... kitten. *sighs* And now that I've mentioned that, I'm going to have to show you all photos, aren't I?
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- If I could get rid of everything else in the comics, but leave Satsu, I'd be rather happy with that. She kinda rocks.

- I am utterly and completely squicked by Castiel (from Supernatural) and what happened to Donna (in Doctor Who), but have absolutely no problems with Dollhouse. Weird...

- I need many more icons of Dawn. And of Buffy.

- The Heroes writers really should have stuck to their original plan and had each season focusing on an entirely different group with a totally different plotline. I think it would have worked.

- Matt Smith is fast becoming my favourite Doctor ever.

In other news, my cat is being bossed around by a kitten approximately one-eighth of his size, my house is recovering from a fondue party, and my remix fic will NOT GET WRITTEN.
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The kittens are staying with me again, this week.

This wouldn't be much of a problem, but my cat spent the early hours of the morning patrolling the front windows against possible threats. He does this every couple of months - presumably because he's seen something scary and bad out there, like another cat. Or a leaf.

It tends to involve increasingly lengthy and loud growling, which eventually turns into the most unearthly noises I've ever heard a cat make. And it is impossible to sleep through.

My general strategy in these situations is to shut him in the laundry (almost windowless, so nothing to growl at) and then leave him there to settle down and go back to bed.

Unfortunately, my laundry is currently full of kittens - who would not be happy being presented with an extremely annoyed cat who wants to attack everything on sight.

Instead, I have got up (at five o'clock) and am sitting with him on my lap while he glares at the world and make periodic attempts to get up and go back to screeching at the window...
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My house is currently playing host to two teeny cats.

They are the miniest kittens I have ever seen in my life, they have the teeniest little cat mews, and they're currently both wet and bedraggled from the tummy down - because they both had pooey tails, and I had to wash them in the bathroom sink.

This is all because my friend's kittens needed worming, and asked if she could keep them here so that when the worming stuff makes them start pooing everywhere, they'd get it all over my laundry rather than all over her bedroom. And I went "Hey, cute kittens. Sounds fine by me..."

They are cute. They are also fascinated by my laptop, and keep trying to walk over the keys while I'm using LJ. (Any comments you get from me filled with nothing but jjkdfnms dfyuw ekjgmrmbb are probably a kitten in disguise.)

Elf is not happy, and keeps eyeing them balefully from a distance.

fun evening

Jan. 8th, 2010 08:41 am
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I saw my sister's family the other day, and my sister asked Caleb if he could remember what bees do. (ie - go to flowers, get nectar, go home, make honey...)

He couldn't remember what nectar was called, and settled on "special juice!" before his mummy reminded him.

Then later...
"...and then, Auntie Deird, they go to the flowers and get the special juice."
"Really? How interesting!" (says Auntie Deird, in a fascinated voice) "And do you remember what the special juice is?"
"...special juice."
"And what's the name of the special juice, Caleb?"
"It's called special juice."
"Yes, but do you remember what Mummy called it?"

When I got home, I found a pigeon sitting on the windowsill, smugly taunting my cat, who kept shrieking and trying to throw himself through the window, in a vain attempt at bird catching. In retrospect, it's probably a good thing that the window was in the way - he'd either have caught the bird, and left me with a big pile of bloody feathers to clean up, or have failed, and spent the whole night sulking.
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My cat has discovered a new Waking Up Mummy trick.

It used to be standing on my face and meowing. But now, it's leaping round the bed. He bounces, as heavily as he can, over and over, while meowing. I keep getting woken up by a mini earthquake.

(And he always has food left in his bowl. Always. Why does he keep waking me up to feed him? *grumps*)
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1) Really scary when, while driving home, you start figuring out possible strategies for when if your car gets struck by lightning. Because there's lightning everywhere.

2) Really annoying when, while driving home in increasingly huge amounts of rain, you suddenly remember that you left one of the windows open so that you could air out the recently-vacated spare bedroom, and there's probably water pouring into your houseā€¦

3) Really freaky doing the last bit of the drive home at 20 kph, with the windscreen wipers on full blast, because you just can't SEE.

4) Really worrying spending a lot of the drive home trying to figure out whether or not you got struck by lightning while getting into your car - because, on the one hand, still upright/alive/burn-free, but on the other hand, there was a big static shock and now your skin's all tingly...
Pretty sure I didn't, though. I think.

5) Really REALLY cute when you finally get home, seeing the little black-furred person who shares your house huddled underneath the coffee table trying to get away from the scary weather.
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Tips for giving a cat a bath:

1) Don't.

2) Shut all doors, and block off all possible escape routes. Remember, if he crawls under the bed, you'll need to take the entire thing to pieces to get him out again.

3) Wear protective gear.

4) Wear old and ratty protective gear.

5) Be prepared to climb into the bath with the cat, and wrestle him bodily to the ground.

6) Keep the windows shut firmly, and hope desperately that your neighbours don't hear all the horrible screeching and report you for cruelty to animals.

7) Close your eyes and wish you were somewhere else, in a far off land where animals never ever get dirty at all.
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Sometimes I would like to thump my cat. This is one of those times.

He has been trying to wake me up for an hour and a half. (Please note the time that I am posting this. He has been trying to wake me up since half past four.)

Why? Because he needs food, Mummy, don't you care, Mummy? I'm starving to death right in front of you, and you're just napping heartlessly while I meow myself hoarse right here! Mummy... get up, Mummy...

...and so on. For over an hour.

Sporadically - I mean, it's not like there was non-stop meowing for 90 minutes. It just felt like that because every time I started falling asleep he'd get in a couple more meows.

So, I just gave in, and got up to feed him. And there's a full bowl of food sitting right there on the floor. That he contently settled down to eating the moment I entered the room.


*is cranky from lack of sleep*
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I just made lasagne!

And drank a yummy mixed drink!

And cuddled my cat!

And watched Doctor Who!


(Evenings are fun.)
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Occasionally, my cat has to re-learn the idea that Mummy Does Not Get Up Until Mummy's Alarm Clock Goes Off.

The thing is, this isn't always true. Sometimes I wake up really early, and get up pre-alarm. Sometimes I just don't set my alarm at all.
So the poor dear gets confused.

And he wants company in the mornings. So he tries to get me up as early as possible.

...which I wouldn't mind, if it was five minutes or so before my alarm. But, like I said, he gets confused. And tries getting me up at 4am. (And then, continuously, every few minutes until I finally give in.)

So, re-teaching him this idea occasionally is rather essential.

This week is one of those weeks. Every morning, I've been waking up at 5:45, and having to pretend to be fast asleep even though Elf is jumping on my face.
And then my alarm clock goes off, and I go into a huge pantomime version of getting up, complete with massively loud yawns, big arm-stretches, and lots of loud talk about how I'm awake now!

One week of this, and he should be back to Get Mummy Up When Alarm Goes Off for at least another month...
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While I am indeed single, I still get to experience many of the joys that are part-and-parcel of sharing a bed with someone.


...snoring. Having your significant other snore, thus keeping you awake? Oh yeah. I get that.
Of course, in my case, it's slightly softer snoring noise, because the nose that's being all sniffly is much smaller, but the same principle applies.

...waking up in the morning because your significant other has decided to get up.
Which is getting ridiculous, because he keeps getting up at 5am. Or, this morning, half-past 4.

...hogging the covers.
Not that he does it intentionally. He just tends to dig his claws in, stretch, and pull the quilt further and further off the bed.

...uneven allocation of bed-space. When you suddenly realise that your S.O. is stretched out luxuriously across three quarters of the mattress, and you're stuck in one tiny corner.
Even more unfair when the one taking up all the space is about a tenth your size.

...being woken up in the middle of the night for some hot, hot, lovin'.
For "hot, hot, lovin'" substitute "hot, hot, pattin'", and you'd just about have it right.
Apparently, it's not good enough that he gets to sleep on my feet. I keep getting woken up at 2am by a tiny nose nudging my hand into patting position...
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The problem with having a sick cat is the same one you have with a sick one-year-old: communication.

You can't, for instance, say "You really need to take this pill, because it's going to make you feel better. So, no, you can't just refuse to have it. It's important."

Or "Honey, you really should eat your dinner. I know you're not very hungry, but it really is a good idea to eat something. You'd feel so much better."

Or "No, we can't go home. The doctor is a nice man who's going to see what's wrong with you. So please stop shrieking like that. We really do have to be here."

Or "Darling, if you're going to keep vomiting, could you maybe stay off the carpet? Linoleum is so much easier to clean."

Actually, you can say all of those things. But you'll still be left with a tiny person who doesn't understand you, being terribly upset about how awful they feel.

(Other similarities between sick cats and sick kids include owners/parents getting no sleep, and the house smelling of vomit and wee - but it's the communication thing that's the killer...)
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I have a sick cat, and a disgusting kitchen.

...these two things are not unrelated.

Cut for much wee, among other things... )
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This morning, I woke up early, thanks to my cat of +6 anxious meowing.

a post of +9 creative description-ness )

*dances around in funky new stompy boots*


Jan. 18th, 2009 08:40 pm
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My family hasn't been having much luck with pets lately.

A few weeks ago, my parents' cat Rupert died unexpectedly. And then, yesterday, my sister's cat Max died too.

I'm currently spending a lot of time patting Elf.
(Actually, I'm paying him so much attention that he's starting to look a little weirded out...)


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