I am so tired of cats and mess.

Am attempting to tidy up a bit before I start with the hoovering. I would usually hoover in the afternoon, but it will help drown out the fireworks. That was my excuse this afternoon for putting it off till this evening, and it's a good one, isn't it? It's even perfectly true - but still an excuse.

Thankfully, the cats are proving a big help with Spike and fireworks. While they're awake and active they distract him tremendously, and while he's still pretty bothered he's not as bothered as I expected. I wish to hell I didn't have to take him out after dark, though.

Hamish (Blade) kitten is getting fat. He still has a waist when you look at him from above, but only just, and when he rolls over - well, his belly is magnificent, tan and silver with darker, gunmetal spots and luxuriant plushy fur like a mink's, but it's also kinda huge. Not sure what to do about it. I generally feed all four of them from one dish, and they like to pick at it through the day - and none of the others are overweight. He gets plenty of exercise - hours of zoomies and swingball and hockey and wrestling - so all I'm doing for now is supervising the day-old chick feeds to stop him stealing anyone else's, which he does if given half a chance. I may be no lightweight myself, but I've never had an obese pet yet and I don't plan to start now.

Naamah Cat is on my lap getting in the way of my typing by playfighting with my hand. She's biting and clawing me surprisingly gently with her front end, but she seems to forget to pull her punches when she brings the back end into play. Ow.

Firefox update is still getting up my nose. I reloaded my bookmarks OK, but the actual bookmarking procedure has a bug in it which means I can only intermittently bookmark pages, and then without titles. I have found a new theme, though. It's not nearly as nice as the lovely black one I used to use but at least it's mostly monochrome and has a bit of texture to it. Am checking the themes page daily and no one has yet come up with a white-on-black theme that's 2.0 compatible. Bastards.

Won't be om IM tonight, or at least not till after I've hoovered and done the litter trays, and maybe not even then. I'm still in my incommunicado mood and anyway, weekend.
I am so tired of cats and mess.

Am attempting to tidy up a bit before I start with the hoovering. I would usually hoover in the afternoon, but it will help drown out the fireworks. That was my excuse this afternoon for putting it off till this evening, and it's a good one, isn't it? It's even perfectly true - but still an excuse.

Thankfully, the cats are proving a big help with Spike and fireworks. While they're awake and active they distract him tremendously, and while he's still pretty bothered he's not as bothered as I expected. I wish to hell I didn't have to take him out after dark, though.

Hamish (Blade) kitten is getting fat. He still has a waist when you look at him from above, but only just, and when he rolls over - well, his belly is magnificent, tan and silver with darker, gunmetal spots and luxuriant plushy fur like a mink's, but it's also kinda huge. Not sure what to do about it. I generally feed all four of them from one dish, and they like to pick at it through the day - and none of the others are overweight. He gets plenty of exercise - hours of zoomies and swingball and hockey and wrestling - so all I'm doing for now is supervising the day-old chick feeds to stop him stealing anyone else's, which he does if given half a chance. I may be no lightweight myself, but I've never had an obese pet yet and I don't plan to start now.

Naamah Cat is on my lap getting in the way of my typing by playfighting with my hand. She's biting and clawing me surprisingly gently with her front end, but she seems to forget to pull her punches when she brings the back end into play. Ow.

Firefox update is still getting up my nose. I reloaded my bookmarks OK, but the actual bookmarking procedure has a bug in it which means I can only intermittently bookmark pages, and then without titles. I have found a new theme, though. It's not nearly as nice as the lovely black one I used to use but at least it's mostly monochrome and has a bit of texture to it. Am checking the themes page daily and no one has yet come up with a white-on-black theme that's 2.0 compatible. Bastards.

Won't be om IM tonight, or at least not till after I've hoovered and done the litter trays, and maybe not even then. I'm still in my incommunicado mood and anyway, weekend.
lizblackdog: (Spike: Fuck Off)
( Oct. 28th, 2006 08:42 pm)
The Hoover idea helped, but my hoover cuts out if it overheats (and then won't start again for several hours), so an hour after the first pyrotechnics, with the bangs still going out there like a fucking war movie, I've had to switch the bastard thing off so it can cool down and just turn my speakers up to eleven.

it helps a little. of course between the hoover, the aggressive rock music (I'm on to Iggy Pop now) and the fireworks the cats are all hiding so Spike has no distractions. He's a small trembling heap over by the door. He's two-thirds of his normal size, all except his eyes which have doubled. He's off his face on Rescue Remedy which is stopping him barking himself hoarse.

I wish to fuck Guy Fawkes had succeeded. Not because I give a shit about far-reaching political implications (or even have an idea what they might be) but because then it might have been considered in bad taste to set off fucking explosions all fucking autumn.

am going to hug my collie now. bastards.

Edit: Bonus! I found out where those maggots were coming from. Fucking Cassie and her obsession with covering food dishes. She'd dragged a pair of my trousers out of the wardrobe, covered a half-empty food dish with it and bundled the whole thing behind the door, where I completely failed to find it till now. Am not attempting to salvage either trousers or food dish.
lizblackdog: (Spike: Fuck Off)
( Oct. 28th, 2006 08:42 pm)
The Hoover idea helped, but my hoover cuts out if it overheats (and then won't start again for several hours), so an hour after the first pyrotechnics, with the bangs still going out there like a fucking war movie, I've had to switch the bastard thing off so it can cool down and just turn my speakers up to eleven.

it helps a little. of course between the hoover, the aggressive rock music (I'm on to Iggy Pop now) and the fireworks the cats are all hiding so Spike has no distractions. He's a small trembling heap over by the door. He's two-thirds of his normal size, all except his eyes which have doubled. He's off his face on Rescue Remedy which is stopping him barking himself hoarse.

I wish to fuck Guy Fawkes had succeeded. Not because I give a shit about far-reaching political implications (or even have an idea what they might be) but because then it might have been considered in bad taste to set off fucking explosions all fucking autumn.

am going to hug my collie now. bastards.

Edit: Bonus! I found out where those maggots were coming from. Fucking Cassie and her obsession with covering food dishes. She'd dragged a pair of my trousers out of the wardrobe, covered a half-empty food dish with it and bundled the whole thing behind the door, where I completely failed to find it till now. Am not attempting to salvage either trousers or food dish.
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