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Fur covered crap machine

So I'm trying to sleep, having a nice dream. I was doing wiring work...which isn't unusual, yeah I dream about crimping RJ-45...on a SPACE STATION. Anyway, I'm thinking to myself, "Its a good thing this is a dream, because of all the high voltage" and the Cat decides "oh, its 8 o'clock! WAKE HIM WAKE HIM WAKE HIM" and leaps directly on my ass with all claws extended for maximum traction. This induces a mild seizure on my part, and in a panic, the furball drives pitons all the way up my back and on top of my head to escape my thrashing. Meanwhile, I'm struggling awake thinking "I'm being electrocuted, get the hell up now" and crash into the floor fan I positioned to blow a gentle breeze over me as I slept, causing an ungodly racket as the wire fan guard comes off and the blades break into jagged bits that I nearly put my head into.

This is how I wake up to go to work.

Intermission

That was a stupid post. Let's move on with a cat.

Oh yes mrrrrrow

The little beast continues to grow.

Fortunately the upsides continue to dominate the downsides. We've come to quite an accommodation now...I bring in food and she eats it. There's no more of this pooping on clean clothes anymore, in return I clean the litterbox regularly and allow her to inspect every bag of groceries that comes in, along with the right to interrupt any movie and game I might be playing with a brief flurry of attention. A fair trade.

Some pictures

Yorik and Nyarlathotep illuminated by my LED lantern. This was my only source of reliable light until I remember I actually had candles to burn.

This large tree smashed down near my laundry room.

There was some flooding as well. This leads down to the cul-de-sac that my main street connects. The water was considerably higher before this was taken. The flooding went all the way up the street and into the local bayou. Fortunately it never got any higher. There is a lot more flooding elsewhere, under the Hardy Toll Road bridge the underpass is about 16 feet of water. Some ponding in parking lots as well, with idiots playing in waist deep water. They will probably die of typhus or something later and infect the rest of us.

And of course this creature thought the entire experience was boring, except for the parts when she realized I wasn't going anywhere and demanded my attention. Since I was bored out of my mind, she got all she wanted.

I started to sing to my cat.

Usually I'll sing to myself anyway. Classics like The Bacon Song, and I Dropped an Egg on the Floor Again. (Hey, Feynman did that sort of thing all the time, so I am in good company)

Today, it was Ode to Polyethylene:

Polyethylene, oh polyethylene
you are my chosen polymer
that's a bonded monomer
but not like styrene

Polyethylene, oh polyethylene
you are my chosen polymer
that's a bonded monomer
and you aren't Green

What, you don't like that? Should I stop?

Fine.

Cat vs Robot

The buttons on my automated floor droid make it easy for anyone to use, even a small cat.

Twice now I've come home to find the thing roaming around with Chiclet stalking as best she can. It sucks up the smaller cat toys, which I'm sure she didn't intend to happen, so I have to pry them loose from the innards.

Still, it would be nice if I could somehow train the little beast into turning it on when she kicks kitty litter all over the floor, but we are still working on "don't jump into the fridge while I've got my back turned or else I will shut you in there".

Catnaps

It is a little known fact, but cats can sleep four times their own body mass in a day.

Day 4 of ownership

Already it has become an issue of who owns who, and where the poop should go.

Like all cats I have known, the first obvious place to relieve the bladder is on the freshly laundered clothes. So, the past few days have been educational, filled with positive reinforcement and a good bowel movement. Its mostly solved, I think. I just spotted a small log behind a bookshelf.

Sigh.

It will make my kid sister happy to know that I started watching Season 1 of Lost.

Ah, kittah

Internet, meet Chiclet. Chiclet, Internet.

I'm doomed, now.

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