Grrmph. I am up. Stiggs did not wish to use the inside litter box this morning. He expressed himself vocally. We had a disagreement, which I lost because it’s cold outside my bed. Then after I let him out I have to stay up to let him back in again because it’s frakkin’ even colder outside and even though he drives me batshit I love my old man kitteh and don’t want him to freeze. Heh, when I called him in he came BOUNDING across the snow like a bunny being chased–he did not want to stay out any longer than he had to! Now when I say “didn’t want to use the box” what I actually MEANT was “peed on the bathroom rug last night, THAT’S okay, but use an actual clean litterbox? Quelle horreur!” Stoopit cat. So I used my time productively to McGyver a method of drying out Himself’s boots–I stuck broomsticks inside 'em and braced them upside down over the radiator in the bathroom. Heavy leather boots dry very slowly…
Okay, my nose says the coffee’s done–hold that thought, okay?
sip…slurp…aaaaaahhh
That’s better! I may yet live… So, sounds like DoRe and I are annoying pet twins this morning–at least I didn’t have to deal with dookie-butt, because it’s just not possible to bathe an animal right now. Poor thing would freeze to death!
Haze, glad he came clean to you about the girlfriend–there really ought to be certificates of breakup that clear the decks for a new relationship. Maybe Hallmark ought to look into exploiting that market!
Good to see ya, beebs, you oughta hang out more often…
Slight eentsy little nitpick there, Soapy–it’s free rein, not “reign.” As in letting the reins go slack so the horse can go wherever it wants, see? That one drives me buggy and since I’m all cabin fevered we don’t want that to happen now, DO WE?
I mean, we’ve all seen “The Shining,” right? You wouldn’t want that on your conscience…
You know what I mean, swampy, you just wanted the excuse to go there, didn’t you? Troublesome bear!
snaps wet towel at Carrot’s nekkid, fleeing shanks
Mahna[sup]2[/sup], did the pho place serve sangria, or did you go somewhere afterward? Because pho and sangria together in one place sounds just a little weird… Man, I couldn’t half murder a huge bowl of pho right now…
Actually, I just need to get the hell outta the house for a while, I’m going batfuck! I swear, once this snow crap finally melts I’m going on a road trip–I don’t really care where I go, but I’m going. I’m gonna get my little Firefly car back and I’m gonna go zoom! Enforced immobility is a huge issue for me…