Like a Soviet tank in the streets of Prague, Titanescu has trouble maneuvering in litter boxes shared with the other two cats, especially after “contributions” have already been made.
Or maybe he’s OCD.
We heard familiar sounds yesterday, sounds which play an ominous soundtrack when arranged together, like the Devil’s Galop. Pellets exploding from the litter box and clattering on the hardwood floor like filthy rain.
A body, landing hard on its feet, clawing at the floor, followed by the hollow thump of another landing, this time in the bathtub. The frantic scratching of the enamel.
What on Ceiling Cat’s green Earth?
Rhuda-an made it to the bathroom just in time to watch Titanescu fixing his death stare upon her as he finished dropping the kids off at the pool.
The second he was done, he leapt out of the tub and skittered out furiously towards the kitchen.
Apparently he’d made a first deposit in the litter box, found it crowded and hurled elsewhere, anywhere, to complete his “movement”.
Titanescu’s version of Angry Birds is that if there aren’t enough unsoiled pellets in the box, he will throw himself at the tub to bake his cake.
The tub. Where humans clean themselves. That’s a message…
Note from Rudha-an: The pellets referred to is Feline Pine. I get the pellets as I don’t like the scoopable version.
I know kitties are good for the blood pressure. I would have blown my stack and probably had a stroke already if it weren’t for my pointy eared people. 🙂 They’re good for me. They’re good for both of us.
We have gotten close to an inch of rain and while it’s not enough to put even a teeny ding in the drought, it certainly helps keep it from getting worse. I do worry watching the news though. It seems the rest of the country is a mess with all that snow and now rain is coming, meaning the disaster will become even worse. 🙁 I hope all of you are safe for now.
Now it’s time for the pointy eared people to shine.
And now for something different. Lastech discovered this little gem. It’s a tribute to the classic French director, Francois Truffaut.
We survived the week with no further damage to car but I almost had a coronary Thursday evening though when a nasty puff of smoke from a house fire came through the window. I have lived with paranoia ever since a plumber with a blow torch blew a gas line a few doors down. This fire was only about a half block away, but no danger to us. There didn’t appear to be any injuries, thank goodness.
Now it’s time for the pointy eared people to shine. I should mention that a month has gone by without seeing a single flea. Titanescu is becoming a snuggle monster once again: snuggle and don’t move, or else… I think we won that war. The kitties are relieved.
As everyone now knows, the Giants won the World Series. The Royals put up a good fight though, making this championship all the more enjoyable. Of course, as a result of the win, our city wound up in the news for the fires and other mayhem…sigh. It was only a few idiots, but the rest of the world has no way of knowing that it wasn’t the whole city. The pointy eared people didn’t appreciate any of it either, as the fireworks sent them into deep hiding. That was Wednesday.
Yesterday, Lastech woke up to move the car (for street cleaning) and discovered that some miscreants (pranksters?) had slashed two of our tires. Joy! Lucky for us, our favorite shop down the street got new tires put on and the guys didn’t even charge labor. I think they felt bad, so we dropped off apple strudels for them later. It was done in time so that I could watch the Parade of Champions on tv. While rain fell heavily, people were overjoyed, Willie Mays and Willie McCovey were both there and thrilled about it.
Anyhow, The fur people did ok except for the fireworks. They even managed to give me their best evil looks for the occasion. Ok, mostly evil.
In spite of all the headaches, the sunset yesterday was beautiful
Ok, it WAS raining at 0500 hours. It was a most wonderful sound. We’re supposed to get more, but I’ll believe it when I see it. It wasn’t enough rain, but any rain is better than no rain. This drought is taking a terrible toll on the state.
Note: I got a wild hair and decided to change the way the blog displays. It’s a work in progress, so have patience.
Now it’s time for the fur people to shine
Lastech took this pic the other day.
For something on the weird side, here’s a bit of “The Tale of the Crack Fox” from the Mighty Boosh. It’s only the first couple of minutes of the episode.
It appears that the Giants are in the World Series once again. That’s 3 times in 5 years. It’s the first time in 29 years that the Kansas City Royals have even been part of the post season. While I will root for the home team, I won’t cry if the Royals win. It would be well deserved. In either case, I just hope that the local morons don’t use it as an excuse to light fires and destroy things. Those who do are a blight on the community.
As for the pointy eared people, they don’t care about the World Series. They DO object to the celebratory gunfire and fireworks though.
And now it’s time for the latest Simon’s Cat video.
If any of you are familiar with Shirley Jackson’s book The Haunting of Hill House, or the 1963 movie The Haunting, you’ll know what I’m referring to. The constant hammering from 7 am to 8 pm every day is awful. Hill House would be much more quiet by comparison. The pointy eared people have PTSD and we’re not far behind.
In light of all that, this their time to shine. This week, I decided to give them an artful tweak.
Here’s the construction update.
So that I don’t end this on a sour note, he’s a mega dose of “Squee” from the ever wonderful Ze Frank. I can live with the fact that it’s a Friskies ad.
We’re having a heat wave. It was a lovely 92 out yesterday and looks to be the same today. We’re all surviving it ok. It should cool down again soon. In the meantime, the kitties are all hiding in the darkest corners, so getting pics has been real work. Oh, and my lip is finally back to normal, though I’ll be on the antibiotics for another 5 days yet.
I was intending to post something during the week, but it got a tad stressful here. On Tuesday morning at 7 am, they started to work on the wall of our building. Our bedroom is on one side of the wall and their work on the other side. They were stripping the plaster off to prep it for the new building going in next door.
This was the view later in day
The funny part about the whole thing was that my phone went off at 11:30 that day. I couldn’t answer it because the noise level was far too high. It was the landlady, but she didn’t leave a voice mail. She called again at noon on Wednesday and since the crew was on break, I answered. The convo went like this…
Her: The crew wanted me to call and tell you that they would be working on your wall and that it would be noisy.
Me: I know. They started yesterday at 7 am.
Her: I tried to call you yesterday, but you didn’t answer.
Me: The construction noise was too loud for me to answer
It was absurd
Anyhow, It time for the pointy eared people to shine. They have really adjusted well to the constant construction racket. Jenny is doing exceptionally well, given her normal levels of paranoia. 🙂