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In other news - I was surprised yesterday to get an email from my old friend Mark, who was one of the good people from the bad years. He buggered off to Canada about the time I got clean, and messed things up there rather - the last time I heard from him was over two years ago, and he was homeless and addicted again in either Seattle or Salt Lake City - somewhere unlikely, anyway. I really didn't think I'd hear from him again, but he sent me one of those automatically-generated invite to Yahoo Messenger thingies. Trouble is, he sent it from his Hotmail account, so it doesn't actually give me any clues as to what he's using for a Yahoo username these days. I already have his old one on my buddy list. Perhaps if I boot up YIM proper rather than my IM client I can find him that way, I dunno. I'd love to talk to him - though just knowing he's alive is sufficient.
Two of the neighbourhood cats are having a disagreement, which involves them screeching their heads off underneath my window every evening. Naturally, this sends the dogs batshit barking mad. I'm starting to really wish I lived somewhere where indoor cats were the norm... both of my dogs adore cats, but they find them so very exciting and stimulating they go nuts every time they see one. And because all the local cats are indoor-outdoor cats here in suburbia, we hardly ever go out of the door without meeting one. One of the ones we met yesterday actually followed us for about fifty yards - buggered if I know what that was about. Dog lover? Guard cat? Plain stupid?
Some of the random cat encounters are pure gold, though. Yesterday morning we were walking towards the end of a cul-de-sac when Spike caught the eye of a big black cat who was relaxing in the sun on top of someone's garden shed - the shed roof was just the other side of a six foot garden fence, so the cat leered down at Spike with a very arrogant expression, taking obvious pleasure in the fact that no mere dog could possibly negotiate six feet....
...except that Spike actually can. Six feet is nothing to him, and when he hopped up and hung on top of the fence by his armpits, grinning his best psycho grin inches from the cat's face, I really wished I'd brought the camera. Instant collapse of feline stout party.
In other news - I was surprised yesterday to get an email from my old friend Mark, who was one of the good people from the bad years. He buggered off to Canada about the time I got clean, and messed things up there rather - the last time I heard from him was over two years ago, and he was homeless and addicted again in either Seattle or Salt Lake City - somewhere unlikely, anyway. I really didn't think I'd hear from him again, but he sent me one of those automatically-generated invite to Yahoo Messenger thingies. Trouble is, he sent it from his Hotmail account, so it doesn't actually give me any clues as to what he's using for a Yahoo username these days. I already have his old one on my buddy list. Perhaps if I boot up YIM proper rather than my IM client I can find him that way, I dunno. I'd love to talk to him - though just knowing he's alive is sufficient.
Two of the neighbourhood cats are having a disagreement, which involves them screeching their heads off underneath my window every evening. Naturally, this sends the dogs batshit barking mad. I'm starting to really wish I lived somewhere where indoor cats were the norm... both of my dogs adore cats, but they find them so very exciting and stimulating they go nuts every time they see one. And because all the local cats are indoor-outdoor cats here in suburbia, we hardly ever go out of the door without meeting one. One of the ones we met yesterday actually followed us for about fifty yards - buggered if I know what that was about. Dog lover? Guard cat? Plain stupid?
Some of the random cat encounters are pure gold, though. Yesterday morning we were walking towards the end of a cul-de-sac when Spike caught the eye of a big black cat who was relaxing in the sun on top of someone's garden shed - the shed roof was just the other side of a six foot garden fence, so the cat leered down at Spike with a very arrogant expression, taking obvious pleasure in the fact that no mere dog could possibly negotiate six feet....
...except that Spike actually can. Six feet is nothing to him, and when he hopped up and hung on top of the fence by his armpits, grinning his best psycho grin inches from the cat's face, I really wished I'd brought the camera. Instant collapse of feline stout party.
