I’ve been home all day, sick with what I suspect is the flu, unable to do anything more demanding than sitting on the sofa and surfing the Dope. In order to celebrate the reclaiming of our search function, I looked for kitty threads and amused myself by reading through them and clinking on the links. (An unexpected source of amusment were a few outdated picture links - one of them was labelled “Look at my cute kitty!” but ended up leading to a photo of a snow-covered stern-looking statue . . . :dubious: )
Anyway, my kitty, Olive, seems to be feeling my subdued mood, and has spent most of the day sleeping practically on my face. Like any cat, Olive seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to cameras - a skill that any Hollywood star would covet. She’ll be doing something hilarious or cute or otherwise photo-worthy, but the moment I whip out a camera she’ll immediately stop and trot over to investigate. (I got this photo by sheer luck - a nanosecond afterwards she leapt towards me like a zombie about to eat my face. Too bad I didn’t get a picture of that.) It doesn’t matter how quiet I try to be or how far away I am - she just KNOWS. Stupid cat.
Anyway, today I was lounging on the sofa, half-heartedly watching America’s Next Top Model with a mostly-empty glass of milk in my hand. I was distracted from Tyra’s insanity by an insistent tugging from what seemed to be that same milk glass. I turned my head to be greeted by a cat taking advantage of my distractedness by shoving her face into the glass and desperately trying to catch the last few drops of this normally impossible to obtain nectar.
Very quietly, I reached down for my camera (which was conveniently resting under the coffee table), but despite my best ninja efforts Olive’s supar radar skillz knew exactly what I was up to. She immediated whipped her head out of the glass . . .
Or tried to, anyway. She’d shoved her face so far in that getting out was not as easy as getting in. Ever the concerned owner, I wasted no time in extracting her from her predicament.
Heheheheheh. I like that picture. Stoopit cat. I laugh in your general direction!
Hope you’re feeling better. And keep capturing Olive on film–she’s filled out nicely.
Thanks, rigs - I feel like death, but I suppose it has to get worse before it gets better. Or something.
I was reading an article today that said Maine Coons don’t stop growing until they’re a few years old. She’s not a purebred, obviously . . . but now I’m paranoid she’s getting bigger and I just haven’t noticed. I hope she’ll still fit under my airplane seat in June.
You may want to check if she’ll fit into an airline approved carrier while you can still buy a new one if necessary – I didn’t realize how much Daniel had shot up until the day of that pit of horrors known as The Vet’s.
Olive’s a lovely 'un! Even with a glass on her head. She looks a lot like Daniel, only a bit smaller. How old is she?
Heh! Olive hasn’t tried to get into the rum . . . YET. But she is always fascinated with cups regardless of their content.
Crocodiles - I can’t say the name rings a bell . . . my MA program was only a year and I met very few people outside my program. Was (Is?) he a grad student?
lizardling - Olive is around 2 years old, I think. I got her from the shelter last fall and they said she was about 1.5 years old at that point. She still thinks she’s a kitten though. (Don’t we all?) Thanks for the hint about the carriers!
Yeah, I asked because he’s graduating from UChicago Law this year, and I thought you might have been in the program. Plus, he’s a white guy who speaks fluent Korean
Crocodiles, the humanities grad students don’t really get along with the law school and the business school students. We resent the fact that they’re going to actually make money after graduating.
haha, that makes sense To be honest, it seems like the law students don’t like each other either! My friend claims all the UofC Law students are offensively unattractive.
Anyway, sorry for the slight hijack.
Y’know, I know most of us are probably familiar with the LOLCatz site, but I’ve always wondered how so many people manage to catch their cats doing anything. When I was living at home with the household kitties, the only way to catch their crazy antics was with video. Or to trap them helplessly in a situation like this:
Does anyone know what kind of cat that is in the picture, btw?
He’s got a habit of being too dignified for film, too.
She looks a lot like Daniel, only a bit smaller. How old is she?
