Sunday,
March 14, 2004
I am such a sap
As
you know, Bob, Jordan (AKA Psycho Kitty, AKA Runs With Anna Nicole Smith, AKA
"Three Words -- Black & White Slippers!" is totally fine* if I'm lying down
in the bedroom (which I've done for a good part of the day, as my left ear is
clogged up and I feel wonky) or sitting in the living room watching TV.
But the moment I come in my office -- oh, my God. He turns into Abandoned Orphan cat, starts making the most pathetic mewing noises you've ever heard, puts his paws on my thigh and gives me soulful looks, and when those don't work climbs up on the shelf above my computer and bats stuff onto my keyboard. All because I'm making the dreadful mistake of ignoring him and working on the computer instead of picking him up and giving him all my attention. God forbid I should actually try and WRITE when the little shit wants to be petted.
And that is why he's currently sitting in a sling made by pinning the hem of my t-shirt to my right sleeve seam and brastrap (I REALLY have to get one of those baby slings and soon). It's the only way he'll leave me alone long enough to get SOMETHING done here. And to make matters worse, he's giving me the Yoda look -- slitted, considering eyes, as if to say, "I don't know why you're not scratching me, but I'll put up with it. For now."
I'm gonna have some strong neck muscles from holding him up, if nothing else.
In the meantime, all the laundry is once again done, the bedroom and bathroom are clean (I'm just wondering how long I can keep this up), and I sublimated my artsy-craftsy needs into buying a new frame for our Wizard of Speed and Time poster (the old frame fell down last week and cracked). I was going to head out to Lowes and use my Christmas gift card to pick up some wood to make another frame for the massive Louise Brooks movie poster frame that broke sometime last year, but I got sidetracked -- maybe next weekend.
Oh, and I was delighted to receive an invitation to CopperCon, in Phoenix, AZ. One eensy problem -- it's the weekend after Worldcon. Hmm, must think on this awhile. . .
*Fine, by the way, means that he's more than happy to curl up somewhere near or on me and nap, occasionally waking up and headbutting me for chin scritches.
And now that it's 1:00 AM
And I've been documenting for, oh, the past five hours, I am heading off to take a shower and thence to bed, because I am a Weary Bunny(TM). Selah.