Catch-Up

[willowisp]

I mentioned an overhaul briefly in my journal yesterday. The plan is to overhaul how I spend my days. I'm not dedicating times (yet) to everything, but there are times frames. There are certain things I hope to get done every day by the time Andy gets home from work. Among those are being showered and dressed, having laundry at least in the dryer, eating something resembling actual meals rather than grazing all day, and (once we get the elliptical) exercising regularly for 60 minutes total (either in one hour-long shot or two half-hour sessions) per day. I also plan on scheduled volunteering (17:00-19:00 Mon-Sat and 15:00-17:00 Sunday) with some exceptions: things like if Andy has to stay late at work, or if we have doctor appointments, or if I'm out of town.

Kitty City is pretty quiet these days. We got four new kittens on Saturday, but they all got snapped up during the adopt-a-thon, as did kitten Boomer. His brothers, Frisky and Tipper, were taken home because they were trying to nurse off one another, so they're spending some time with a surrogate mother. Pocket Weasel was sold, but Tube Rat and Carpet Shark are still around. I also know now that the latter two are males, so I don't have to refer to them as "it"s any more. Dr Z (a kitten I fell in love with about the time I got Heidi who had to go home due to ringworm) is back, as is his orange brother Evian. If I had named the Doc, it would have been "Mistoffeles" since his facial markings are just like the make-up for the character in Cats.

I'm attending the wedding of my cousin Sandy (and visiting family for about a week) next week. Then there's erish's wedding on October 11th, and then Seattle to join Andy at his IEEE conference and meet/hang out with people the weekend of October 24th. I wonder if the cats will recognize us when all is said and done. Andy may set up the Foo cam again while I'm in Rome so I can see the kitties and him.

I'll probably have some real news in a few days. We still have the pimpmobile (aka big ugly boat, aka <censored>) and are still working on getting a car to replace our poor Civic.

The other night I heard a crash followed by the sound of pills rolling around (still in the jar). I had bought aspirin earlier that day but not yet opened it, so the seal was still intact and I wasn't too worried. It soon became obvious that someone was playing so enthusiastically that we wouldn't get any sleep if I didn't take it away. I turned on the light, and it turned out Gail and Heidi were tag-teaming. They'd knocked Andy's pill container off of the counter and gotten one of the compartments open. A quick check with him revealed that the compartment had not been empty. I saw Heidi playing with something, and when she saw me looking she put her paw over it. Pill #1. I finally found pill #2 under the bathroom scale. Oh well, at least I didn't have to make any calls to the kitty poison hotline.

Comments

[tyee.livejournal.com]

Why is it that they have this *sense* of right when you are all relaxed in bed for getting into mischief? I swear to god there is kitty telepathy for that. It goes along with the hopping into your lap and purring enthusiastically 10 seconds before you were going to get up to do something (or 10 seconds before the phone rings).

We've had the cats locked up our bedroom/bathroom (thank goodness it's a large bedroom/bathroom) for the last few days because we were spraying a bunch of ant poison around and then recaulking all over the kitchen and letting the caulk dry. We moved the little dangling bouncy mouse toy from the front of the house onto our bathroom door so they'd have their usual amusements. We quickly learned that we needed to take it away at night if we didn't want to be awakened repeatedly by *thump*scrabble*scrabble*scrabble*THUD*scrabble*thump*lather*rinse*repeat*

At least they are endlessly entertaining.

[cougarpants.livejournal.com]

Sounds like the new mice we got for Butler, they have a little bit of catnip in them, but mainly he likes them because they rattle. So, it was amusing to watch him fling them around the room during the day. Then he's stone cold quiet until the point that the light goes out.. 5 seconds pass, then *WHACK*rattlerattlerattle*THUD*roll*WHACK*WHACK*rattlerattle*

I swear, he waits for the light to go out.

[cougarpants.livejournal.com]

You know one thing about living with cats... you never get bored. You might suffer a few heart attacks, but you never get bored.

[turnberryknkn.livejournal.com]

Eeep! Glad no kitties took any pills.

(And sorry I'm not around much...)