Posts Tagged 'catitude'

The cats, as expected, were up to no good

I went on a short trip, overnight, leaving the cats to their own devices. When I returned, alongside the normal evidence of cat debauch, I found the sad lambswool insert from one of my slippers, lying slain near its slipper. We know which cat is the culprit.
X has always hunted the smaller shoes as his easiest victims… scrabbling away at a pair of work pumps with his hind legs, dragging slippers under the bed toward their demise, or chewing on sneaker lacing. The most memorable (and funniest) time was when he stuck his whole head into an unlaced size 5 boot, and then shook it around on top of his head, flailing with the back claws again. So now, the Gardener chuckles, saying “X has always loved your shoes.” I realize that I’m lucky he waits until I’ve removed the shoes before he hunts. (I’m also lucky that none of the hunting has harmed anything too badly. At the most, a bit of polish or a new shoelace does the trick.) X also likes my handkerchiefs, covets/steals certain socks, loves his snuff [catnip] etc. In short, I suspect him of being an 18th century dandy stuffed in a cat suit.

We have been helped greatly by the grey interloper

the implacable, immovable cat“It is always easier to knit when your instructions are underneath an impenetrable, fuzzy, breathing wall. Cats know this. Knitters need to accept this.” Thus spake the Cat with great gravitas.

Quote the knitter, “Ack! Get out of my way! Stop playing with my stitch markers.”

[Purring from the cat. Then he hops off the bag with the knitting*, the instructions, and my knees, his work done.]

*Yes, that’s the Honeycomb vest and its instructions, waiting for me to be able to find out what I did wrong. I’ve knit the same 5 rows over and over again. If this piece doesn’t work, it won’t be for want of trying and then dawdling.

Corporations, Coffee, and Creamer

Ms Congeniality Demands Milk in Her Cuppa

Corporations do not understand coffee (even Starbuzz doesn’t). Coffee is provided free at many offices, which is civil (although the quality is usually depressing), but the corporate way is the artificial creamer way (because it doesn’t go bad) or the powdered artificial creamer way (because someone assumes we want the coffee to be pale for a visual cue, not for any particular reason, like taste). I guess if I worked for a dairy, I might be able to get milk with my rotgut cuppa. But I only get coffee the way I like it when I work from home.

I won’t be monitoring the blog for a little while. I’ll leave you with the charmer* to the right minding the space while I’m distracted by networking and other work-related stuff. Have a great week.

*Why no, she doesn’t really like the flash all that much. We try not to inflict it on the cats too often. I sometimes think, though, that I could make my point about people with insane deadlines for work… by emailing that pic back and saying, “You want it when?”


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