Wherein we snoopervise...
January 27, 2009
January 25, 2009
There's an orange Intruder Kitty that wanders into our yard, but we don't know yet if he's an Evil Intruder Kitty, a garden variety Rude Outside Kitty, or HappyFunTime Kitty. We keep running to the window to see him, but as soon as he sees one of us or a person, he runs away. He must be shy, or maybe he thinks we're evil INSIDE intruder kitties! For all I know, he thinks the yard is his, but I'm pretty sure he's not paying for it, so he needs to rethink that. Or pay rent.
There's also (possibly) a rat running around in the bushes out front. The People kind of want to set rat traps or bait, but because we know there's at least one outside kitty hanging around here they won't risk it. Because really, who wants to hurt a kitty when a rat is the real target? And I know rats can be nice and fuzzy and make good pets, but these aren't the kind of rats you want to have around. They're gross and scuzzy, and carry diseases like Hanta virus and have to be dealt with. There's already bait in the attic where the roof rats live. Or lived. The People kind of hope they ate it, ran outside, and croaked.
Oh, don't be looking at me as some kind of rodent serial killer. You know you wouldn't want non-pet rats in your attic, either. (And don't worry that outside kitties will catch those rats and eat them, and then die. The bait they use in CA doesn't have a secondary kill factor. Using bait like that is against the law, and we're pretty sure the Pest Guy is a law abiding citizen of rat doom.)
Maybe the orange outside kitty would like to eat them for us? If he would, he could stay in the yard all he wants, rent free.
Don't look at me like that. I'm not eating any rat. I won't even eat bugs, what makes you think I'd eat something that might try to eat me back?
There's also (possibly) a rat running around in the bushes out front. The People kind of want to set rat traps or bait, but because we know there's at least one outside kitty hanging around here they won't risk it. Because really, who wants to hurt a kitty when a rat is the real target? And I know rats can be nice and fuzzy and make good pets, but these aren't the kind of rats you want to have around. They're gross and scuzzy, and carry diseases like Hanta virus and have to be dealt with. There's already bait in the attic where the roof rats live. Or lived. The People kind of hope they ate it, ran outside, and croaked.
Oh, don't be looking at me as some kind of rodent serial killer. You know you wouldn't want non-pet rats in your attic, either. (And don't worry that outside kitties will catch those rats and eat them, and then die. The bait they use in CA doesn't have a secondary kill factor. Using bait like that is against the law, and we're pretty sure the Pest Guy is a law abiding citizen of rat doom.)
Maybe the orange outside kitty would like to eat them for us? If he would, he could stay in the yard all he wants, rent free.
Don't look at me like that. I'm not eating any rat. I won't even eat bugs, what makes you think I'd eat something that might try to eat me back?
January 23, 2009
First rule of being in a new house: any time the Woman makes a lap, IT BELONGS TO ME! Buddah just can't seem to keep this rule straight and I keep finding him curled up in her lap when it's MINE. So I've taken to growling at him again. This gets me in trouble, but it's worth it if it makes the little monster remember his place in the Psychokitty Hierarchy.
I'll be glad when all the stuff is put where it's supposed to be; even though jumping on all the boxes is fun, the clutter just makes this feel like Not Home Yet, and no one can completely relax. Yesterday there was not much putting away of things because the People whined about being "exhausted" and "achy," which are really just euphemisms for "lazy" and "unmotivated."
Today the Woman SAID she wanted to put stuff away, but the Man was sleeping all day and she didn't want to make any noise. Well, he's awake now, and do you think she's doing anything other than nothing? Of course not.
I should start growling at her, too. Maybe it will motivate her sorry asterisk.
I'll be glad when all the stuff is put where it's supposed to be; even though jumping on all the boxes is fun, the clutter just makes this feel like Not Home Yet, and no one can completely relax. Yesterday there was not much putting away of things because the People whined about being "exhausted" and "achy," which are really just euphemisms for "lazy" and "unmotivated."
Today the Woman SAID she wanted to put stuff away, but the Man was sleeping all day and she didn't want to make any noise. Well, he's awake now, and do you think she's doing anything other than nothing? Of course not.
I should start growling at her, too. Maybe it will motivate her sorry asterisk.
January 20, 2009
Doooods...we survived.
Now, I know I've done this like 7 times before, but you never really get used to it. I knew it was going to start out with me being locked in a room (either a bedroom or giant litter box room) and I knew this time it would be with Buddah, which really made it blow monkey chunks. He gets really annoying when we're locked in a room together, so I hid in the closet most of the day Saturday, and only wandered over to the door to howl "Owwwwwwwttttt!" every 15 minutes or so.
And even when you know it's gonna happen, it's still a surprise when you get let out of the room and most of your stuff is gone. Buddah and I both ha to slink around the house looking for things, you know, just in case this was all a trick and the furniture was hiding behind door number two. But it wasn't, so I didn't try to fight it too much when the People picked me up to shove me in my blue plastic tomb. True, I meowed the entire car ride over to the new house, and that made Buddah meow, too, but that's all right because the People appreciate our vocal efforts.
And dooooods! The house! There are no stairs, which sux, but I can jump on the kitchen counter and get to the top of the fridge, and from there I can jump on TOP of the cabinets! It's dusty as crud up there, like about 12 dozen bunnies were there and exploded all their fur out in tiny, tiny pieces, but I don't care. It's a fun vantage point.
I gotta admit, when we first got in here I was a little freaked out. I mean, all our stuff was here (or most of it anyway...I still don't know where my Supreme Commander Kitty Tower is) but nothing smelled right, so we had to run around like our butts were on fire, back and forth and from room to room and back again just to take it all in. And that first night I found it necessary to sleep on the Woman's head. You know, just to make sure she felt safe in the new house. And Buddah slept on top of the Man to make sure he was al right. We're good kitties that way.
The people still have a few things they have to move, and the house is filled with boxes and boxes and more boxes, so it really does look kinda crappy, but the first thing they did was get the Dish set up so I can watch Animal Planet, and just a few minutes ago the Man got the DSL working so I could get online (the Woman cheated and got online without it a little while ago, but she's not sayin' how...)
I'm not sure how much visiting I'll be able to do yet. There's still a lot of work to be done around here and I have to snoopervise or it'll never get done. I miss my buds, though, so I may have to sneak on and visit some blogs when no one is looking.
Now, I know I've done this like 7 times before, but you never really get used to it. I knew it was going to start out with me being locked in a room (either a bedroom or giant litter box room) and I knew this time it would be with Buddah, which really made it blow monkey chunks. He gets really annoying when we're locked in a room together, so I hid in the closet most of the day Saturday, and only wandered over to the door to howl "Owwwwwwwttttt!" every 15 minutes or so.
And even when you know it's gonna happen, it's still a surprise when you get let out of the room and most of your stuff is gone. Buddah and I both ha to slink around the house looking for things, you know, just in case this was all a trick and the furniture was hiding behind door number two. But it wasn't, so I didn't try to fight it too much when the People picked me up to shove me in my blue plastic tomb. True, I meowed the entire car ride over to the new house, and that made Buddah meow, too, but that's all right because the People appreciate our vocal efforts.
And dooooods! The house! There are no stairs, which sux, but I can jump on the kitchen counter and get to the top of the fridge, and from there I can jump on TOP of the cabinets! It's dusty as crud up there, like about 12 dozen bunnies were there and exploded all their fur out in tiny, tiny pieces, but I don't care. It's a fun vantage point.
I gotta admit, when we first got in here I was a little freaked out. I mean, all our stuff was here (or most of it anyway...I still don't know where my Supreme Commander Kitty Tower is) but nothing smelled right, so we had to run around like our butts were on fire, back and forth and from room to room and back again just to take it all in. And that first night I found it necessary to sleep on the Woman's head. You know, just to make sure she felt safe in the new house. And Buddah slept on top of the Man to make sure he was al right. We're good kitties that way.
The people still have a few things they have to move, and the house is filled with boxes and boxes and more boxes, so it really does look kinda crappy, but the first thing they did was get the Dish set up so I can watch Animal Planet, and just a few minutes ago the Man got the DSL working so I could get online (the Woman cheated and got online without it a little while ago, but she's not sayin' how...)
I'm not sure how much visiting I'll be able to do yet. There's still a lot of work to be done around here and I have to snoopervise or it'll never get done. I miss my buds, though, so I may have to sneak on and visit some blogs when no one is looking.
January 16, 2009
The M-word is tomorrow.
In the morning the People will lock Buddah and me in a room, and they'll make all kinds of noises that will freak us out because we can't see what's going on, and when the door finally opens, our stuff will be gone. And you know what comes after that...a trip in the blue plastic tomb for me, and the evil PTU for Buddah. That's the part I hate the most, never being sure if I'm going someplace fun or the stabby place (and so far, it's NEVER been someplace fun.)
And today! Today I hear that we're going from the sweet, sweet broadband connection we have now to DSL. They bought a house in a place that doesn't have cable TV! WTF were they thinking??? Oh, they SAY we'll have a "dish" and that's just as good. Well I already HAVE a dish and I eat my Stinky Goodness off it, and that sure as heck doesn't get me Animal Planet!
Anyways, I'm not sure when I'll be able to blog again or visit anyone else's blog. This really, really, really bites.
I hope Buddah doesn't get misplaced this time. I mean, I'm not especially fond of him, but if he goes missing, the People get upset, and then I get fed late...
=sigh=
In the morning the People will lock Buddah and me in a room, and they'll make all kinds of noises that will freak us out because we can't see what's going on, and when the door finally opens, our stuff will be gone. And you know what comes after that...a trip in the blue plastic tomb for me, and the evil PTU for Buddah. That's the part I hate the most, never being sure if I'm going someplace fun or the stabby place (and so far, it's NEVER been someplace fun.)
And today! Today I hear that we're going from the sweet, sweet broadband connection we have now to DSL. They bought a house in a place that doesn't have cable TV! WTF were they thinking??? Oh, they SAY we'll have a "dish" and that's just as good. Well I already HAVE a dish and I eat my Stinky Goodness off it, and that sure as heck doesn't get me Animal Planet!
Anyways, I'm not sure when I'll be able to blog again or visit anyone else's blog. This really, really, really bites.
I hope Buddah doesn't get misplaced this time. I mean, I'm not especially fond of him, but if he goes missing, the People get upset, and then I get fed late...
=sigh=
January 15, 2009
January 11, 2009
=sigh= I'm not gonna be able to visit very many blogs or comment much for a few days. Apparently the Woman has more important things to do than leave the computer on for me, like painting. She stinks, you know that? Literally stinks.
On the plus side, she's coming home all sweaty, so she face is kinda tasty right now.
Mmmm...salt...
On the plus side, she's coming home all sweaty, so she face is kinda tasty right now.
Mmmm...salt...
January 08, 2009
January 06, 2009
Dooods! I got reviewed! Roses reviewed my new book, and she's on the radio, so she's, like, FAMOUS! And she liked it!
I am so stoked. First Chey puts me on the main page of her domain and now Roses reviews me! Today is a good day indeed!
I am so stoked. First Chey puts me on the main page of her domain and now Roses reviews me! Today is a good day indeed!
January 03, 2009
Oh man, the lady that owns this house is gonna be super p$$ed! Today a bunch of guys were in our backyard, and they took apart the little house that went over one of the outside bathtubs. It's called a...a...guzebra, I think. The Woman says it's really better called a Pain In The A$$ because it made it really hard to get in and out of that tub. Still, I don't think she's going to be very happy about it. The People, they don't seem to care that there were strange people in the yard taking it part. Heck, the Woman even lent them some TOOLS. And there was another Woman there, I heard the Woman tell the Man she's the owner lady's sister, and SHE helped, too! Mostly her help was standing there saying, "You missed unscrewing that piece." I think the men doing the work found that very helpful.
My people like the owner lady, so I'm really surprised they aided and abetted the taking apart of her guzebra. They have to know it's going to hurt her feelings.
In m-word news, we still don't know when we're going. Whatever had to close didn't close and the People are upset with the whole wide country. I think that's just a nice way of saying everyone is fat... but whatever, they blame the whole country for not signing 2 pieces of paper that will close up the house so that we can move in.
I hate to tell them, but if someone closes that whole house, I don't think there will be a way to get in anyway. Maybe one of the rats chewed a hole in a wall and we can get in that way.
Oh...the Woman says it's Countrywide, not a wide country. I still bet she thinks everyone is fat. She can get rude like that.
I hope this gets fixed soon. I don't want to move but we're all tired of just waiting for someone else to do something. Well, the People are tired of waiting...I'm tired of their whining. I'm also tired of boxes being everywhere. Most of our toys are in a box! The Woman left out 3 each for us, but the one I want most is in a box. No, it doesn't matter than I never played with it before anyway. I want it now and that's all that matters.
My people like the owner lady, so I'm really surprised they aided and abetted the taking apart of her guzebra. They have to know it's going to hurt her feelings.
In m-word news, we still don't know when we're going. Whatever had to close didn't close and the People are upset with the whole wide country. I think that's just a nice way of saying everyone is fat... but whatever, they blame the whole country for not signing 2 pieces of paper that will close up the house so that we can move in.
I hate to tell them, but if someone closes that whole house, I don't think there will be a way to get in anyway. Maybe one of the rats chewed a hole in a wall and we can get in that way.
Oh...the Woman says it's Countrywide, not a wide country. I still bet she thinks everyone is fat. She can get rude like that.
I hope this gets fixed soon. I don't want to move but we're all tired of just waiting for someone else to do something. Well, the People are tired of waiting...I'm tired of their whining. I'm also tired of boxes being everywhere. Most of our toys are in a box! The Woman left out 3 each for us, but the one I want most is in a box. No, it doesn't matter than I never played with it before anyway. I want it now and that's all that matters.
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