Dazed and confused.

[slidingsideways]

I am so tired.

Cricket woke me, wanting her dinner. She tried to be nice about it at first, but when I ignored her she played hardball. She's figured out that the sound of her claws on the wall next to my pillow gets me moving every time; it's like fingernails on a blackboard. Cat 1, human 0. (She only loves me for my opposable thumbs.)

My mind is shifting in and out of coherent thought like a radio tuned to a station almost out of range. Hold my calls -- I'm down for the count.

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[ex-dedalus505.livejournal.com]

the cats always win.

every morning at 5:30 a.m.

little fuckers.

Plural?

[swerve.livejournal.com]

My parents, who were never cat people, are currently in possession of three after a strange series of events. Long story. They shut "the herd" (my mother's term) out of their bedroom at night. But Cricket is an Only Cat and shares my bed. She does not, however, wake me at 5:30 am. What's up with that? How many have you got?

Re: Plural?

[ex-dedalus505.livejournal.com]

I've got three too...long story too...

two are age 16 and one of them is on death's door (I think). Their aliases are Esau and Jacob cause I'm too embarrassed to tell adults their real names. they're getting really needy and want to sit on me all the time.

the other's 2 and still kittenish...police took her away from a domestic abuse situation w. a fractured nose and paw...she's great. she's a tortie named abbie and has a tail the size of a feather duster.

they're used to me getting up at 5:30 and if I don't then they see to it that I do...i try to shut the door tight but sometimes they pry it open or do body lunges against it til it opens.

they have a cat door so live chippies and birds have become de riguer.

i love them but for the wake up calls.

Re: Plural?

[swerve.livejournal.com]

Aha. "They're used to me getting up at 5:30," is the key phrase here. I sleep as late as possible on any given day, not being a morning person, and Cricket does the same.

You can insert the predictable chick-gushing about the poor abused cat you took in. I'm a sucker for a savior story, so if you want to go into more detail, rest assured you have an audience. "A tail the size of a feather duster." Hee. I can so see that. And come on, what are the names so embarrassing they have to hide behind aliases?

My landlord would have a stroke if I got another cat.

Re: Plural?

[ex-dedalus505.livejournal.com]

I wish I could claim credit for the rescue story, but I can't...Abby the limping kitten was haunting the local emergency animal hospital, full of mischief and in need of a home.

a certain conniving female with too many pets of her own saw her and unceremoniously decided that Abby should reside at a rambling old farmhouse with me inside.

she had no tail then, but six months later it exploded and oh my god. it is huge and with it she brings into the house all sorts of intersting things...bugs, leaves, you name it.

if you know any illustrators of children's books, i've written a humorous poem about it that i'd like to get published.

I used to have a black lab named Cricket

[ex-dedalus505.livejournal.com]

she was wonderful...

Re: I used to have a black lab named Cricket

[swerve.livejournal.com]

Cricket actually came with her name. Here's the story, in a nutshell:

Second year of college, living off campus. A bunch of kids from school had adopted kittens from a litter being given away in Brattleboro, the nearest town with a stoplight. A friend of mine adopted the runt of the litter, named her Cricket, and promptly moved to a new apartment where the landlord said no cats. This is where I come in.

Desperate, the friend called me. I said sure, let's see if we get along. She brought the kitten over, we hit it off, everyone was happy. "You have to keep the name, though," she told me. She was adamant. I didn't ask why. I just thanked the powers that be that the cat wasn't named something atrocious or embarrassing. So Cricket she is.