Cats on the plane, coming to an airport near you Ominous music in the background.
So far, everything has gone well. Bill and Steve got through the boarding gate OK. It probably helped that they both are flying first class and that Bill was wearing a suit and tie and looking confident.
Of course, the bright orange stenciled warning “Zoo Transport, DO NOT OPEN” he painted on the sides of the carrier and then scuffed up to make it look used probably helped a lot as well.
Bill is so smart
I waited until the flight should have left and then tried to call Bill. His phone went right to voice mail, so the plane is in the air. Bites fingernails, while hoping that Steve just sleeps the trip away.
If you’re in Fort Collins Colorado, your weather is actually pretty close to ours. We don’t get a ton of snow here, but we do get a couple of good storms every winter. Then everyone screams about the city clearing the roads quickly, but no one wants to move their cars so it can get done. I think it’s going to take a lot of towing before people get it here, too.
Do you really think I’d do something as sensible and fun as that? Of course I wouln’t. I just go all :smack::smack::smack: after the fact.
Honestly, I should have taken a video of Bill telling the TSA people that he was transporting a feral felis catus. Latin with a texan accent, too cute for words.
I know it’s been a few years since Steve Irwin died, but if asked about the carrier, I would so totally do a Steve Irwin impression and say it was the Deadly Australian Tiger Cat. Rip your face clean off, mate!
Huh, another bounce house but no screaming - cool! Oh wait, there isn’t anyone in it; why are they running the blower? Oh well, not my SCE bill…
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Ah, there’s a kid in it now, still no screaming. Great!
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Uh oh, his brother is in there now and has done something awful. Cue screaming. I guess I’ve done enough gardening for the day.
As it turns out, the brother did me a favor by causing his brother to scream. I only got in about 15 minutes of gardening but it still murdered my lower back. Have commenced drinking to make it stop…
Scene: Group of friends talking about juggling responsibilities in life
Me: I really need to start exercising again, but I can’t get myself motivated.
Male friend 1: You don’t need to exercise, you have a great body!
Chorus from male & female friends, variations on: You don’t need to lose weight, you look fine. End Scene
First: Who the fuck said anything about looks or weight?!? :dubious: I was talking about exercise.
I need to exercise to get in better shape-- more stamina, more flexibility, maybe build some muscle mass and help strengthen my bones. I’m smack in the middle of middle age and bone density is not an outrageous concern.
I will hopefully lose a little flab in the process, but since I don’t weigh myself that’s more a way to gauge my progress than the end goal.
I couldn’t think of a graceful way to say that without sounding either sanctimonious or like I couldn’t take a compliment.
Second: We were talking about finding time & motivation for stuff that is important to us. Telling me I don’t ‘need’ to do something that is important to me is as dismissive as me telling you that you don’t ‘need’ to find time to work on your golf swing.
Third: I appreciate an unsolicited compliment as much as the next person, but we don’t really discuss appearance in our group. We’ll compliment a particular outfit or hairstyle, or maybe even a general, “You look great today!” but we don’t say stuff like, “You have a great body.” You’re getting skeevy, dude.
We are moving to Houston. I’m selling my house and I’m going to learn how to ride in 12 lane highways without peeiing my pants. All of us are moving, including my feral house cat. The madness is so strong that Bill took Steve on a plane.
Anyhow, they landed and nobody died. This is such a good thing. I’ll practice my OZ accent for when we fly Lucky (the declawed and half of his mouth shot off cat) home. Lucky is such a scary cat, he will lick your face off. Baker is pretty threatening as well. He likes to fall on his back and trip people.
Seriously, I’m so happy that Steve made the trip safely. Bill will be flying out again tomorrow, he’s such a good guy.
The hard drive of my Dish DVR box died. Saturday, it rebooted, but I lost everything I had recorded. Yesterday, it rebooted. This morning? Nothing. It will try to acquire signal, but freezes.
Dish is sending a new box, should be here tomorrow. No big deal. It just means I will be working in silence today, as I have also realized we don’t have any radios. I can’t stream through my work computer, either.
Ah, I got that Steve is a feral cat, but now I know he’s a feral *house cat.
*We have a couple of feral/strays out back that we feed. One of the kittens took sick, started losing weight, would just sit there, shivering.
Of course we brought it in. Vet said nothing but kitten cold combined with giardia- which is enough to usually kill a outside kitten (Vet said the little guy wouldn’t have made it). Kitten now fine, cuddles, purrs, uses litter box like a pro, and there is nothing to suggest any feral upbringing- and this is after one whole week.:eek:
So, if we had to move, we’d just arrange for food for the outside ferals, but we wouldn’t try and move them, which is why I asked.
Have you mentioned selling it or buying another car anywhere within earshot of it? I’ve found that my vehicles always wait to break down until the moment I mention getting rid of them.
Or you brag about how they’re so unbelievably reliable.
I don’t think there’s a single person in this company who hasn’t had or is currently having The Creeping Crud. I lysoled my work station last Friday, and lysoled the doorknobs today. Never mind the Zombie Apocalypse; if colds ever become commonly lethal, the human race is done.
Same thing happened with my old car. In the past month it developed a slow leak in the tire, the engine only had a 50/50 shot of starting when turning the key (and it was a different problem than a bad starter), and it was just slowly falling apart.
It’s the dealer’s problem now, though. I like my brand new car.
Oh good. Hopefully Bill’s trip with Steve the Cat was uneventful. Hopefully Steve will adjust to his new home (as best he can!) quickly.
My rant: some punk ass bitch broke into my Jeep and stole my coffee money stash AGAIN. They can’t just open the ashtray and scoop out the change, oh no, they have to trash the console and empty the glovebox too. I’m so tempted to glue upright razor blades into my ashtray.
I’m so mad that if it’s the last damned thing I ever do I am going to the get fucking leaf blower laws changed in my community. My crazy fucking bitch neighbor’s husband ran their fucking leaf blower for TWO hours yesterday on the small patch of grass in her house. I was working and begged him to stop because after ten minutes the leaves were all gone and he was giving me a headache. He gave me the finger and kept on chasing after little tiny bits of small stuff only he could see. In revenge I dumped three handfuls of leaves on her front yard. That crazy bitch called the cops on ME.
The cops told me there’s nothing they can do legally to get her to stop running her fucking leaf blower ten or fifteen hours a week. They run it whenever they think the neighborhood kids are being too loud. At one point she ran the fucking machine for FOUR hours because my neighbors were holding a pool party. Oh and she ran her fucking lawn mower at the same time.
I’ve had it. I called local elected officials. They told me I am welcome to submit a detailed email about the problems leaf blowers cause and open to any suggestions I might have about getting this neighbor to stop.
Ha fucking ha. Even I can’t get them banned I bet I can get the community to agree that residents can run them for only half an hour at a time in a four hour period. I can’t wait to see the look on Ms. I don’t Give a Shit if Your Child Breathes in Mouse Feces or Gets Allergies or Asthma’s face when she finds out. It’s a lawn damn it. It’s a not a tablecloth or carpeting or a priceless painting. It doesn’t need to look as if you stuck in the washer and dryer.
Fucking lunatic noise polluting cunt. I hope she moves to a retirement home filled with leaf blowers and car alarms that go off at all hours. And the very local market tanks so she gets stuck there for the rest of her life!
