Cat blogging
Sep. 26th, 2006 05:09 pmYou know, I never understood why people became crazy cat persons, now I kinda do. After watching Artemis last night, first try to tear down all of the tacky decorations in my mother's living room, then try to immolate himself by sticking his tongue in a light socket, I realized just how neurotic cats really are. Then I had fun chasing him around the house with the cat puppet my boss gave to me yesterday. He was quite taken with it at first, but then he decided he hated it and beat the shit out of it, sorta; this is Artemis after all, so his swipes were only half hearted. Then he decided that he really wasn't so scared of the large mechanical butterfly my other co-worker gave me and carried it around until about three in the morning when he lost interest, pounded like hell on my door, and then proceeded to yowl like I had set him on fire. Then he started knocking around my Labyrinth poster, so I took it down and that's when he started giving Jared a tongue bath. Apparently he thinks David Bowie is pretty smexy, too. Then he lost interest, decided the rabbit hadn't been abused nearly enough and started batting her around in the cage. So she bit him. He of course proceeded to pretend like it had never happened and he didn't know why the hell I was keeping him in my room when he so obviously had never wanted to be there and battered at my door like a furry little juggernaut till I released him. I haven't seen him since five this morning when I let him out. My guess is he is moping in my parents' room because the rabbit didn't sit back and take his shit. Either that or Baby finally figured out how to get rid of him. Doubtful, though, considering her thought pattern runs something like this: BALLBALLBALLBALLBALLIHATETHECATBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLPUPPIESONTVBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLFOOTBALL!TOUCHDOWN!BALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLCANIHAVEWHATYOU'REEATINGNEVERMINDBALLBALLBALLBALLBALL ad infinitum. She really is a gremlin, I think. Really. One day I will post pictures and you will know that I don't not have a normal nice puppy, but an obnoxious beastie from a bad eighties movie.
Don't worry. I know for a fact that Artemis hasn't killed himself yet, the light socket only held his attention for about two seconds, which means he won't deign to look at it again for another three weeks. Plenty of time for me to get those plastic safety cap things that people get for their retard children, and cats. Usagi, the rabbit, on the other hand, I think, needs to get out more.
I took her out of the cage this morning to do some spot cleaning and she proceeded to hump my stuffed animal. Nothing wrong with that, per se, except that
A) it's a stuffed animal and I'm pretty sure spawning won't work that way
B) it was a lion stuffed animal, so it still wouldn't have worked even if it hadn't been a stuffed animal
C) it was Nala from the "Lion King" so that pretty much seals the deal for poor Usagi. The little humper ain't getting preggers. Not with those, ah, questionable choices. Also, she's pretty violent. She tore stuffing out. It was pretty painful to watch. Painful, but funny, too. And now we know why I can't have kids.
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on 2006-09-27 01:28 am (UTC)Oh! And Ana has never been to Pine Gardens! I told her I would tell her next time we go after work, as she couldn't come before.
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