Kitten Olympics
My hotmail account is not accessible at this moment in time. I am to have patience, close everything down and try again. So until last afternoon, I hadn't been on the computer since my last post. I wanted to entertain the parents and all that. No novel, either, but it isn't like I'll see my parents again for months, so I feel it was very much worth it. I got online to post, check mail, and look up allergic reactions to wasp/bee stings, and I found that lo and behold, I could do both the first and the last, but not the middle. I haven't checked mail in so long my box is probably full of porn by now. I need to go delete all my messages and see if legitimate people are trying to reach me, but the account is flaky. So I get on today to try again, and it's still flaky. I have the urge to scream, but it would startle the cat.
Also, the Telecheck Bastards are back. I have received five phone calls this morning alone, in regards to three more checks the bitch with my name has written to Wet Seal. The first one got a calm but sleepy statement that they had the wrong person, and would they please remove me from their database. The next few got progressively more insistent responses; the last one (that would be a whole minute ago) got a full-blown explosion of wrath. I yelled that these people had wasted my Saturday over a week ago, and that I thought I had gotten rid of them. I told them "that for the last time, they had the wrong freaking person, and that all I shared with the Wet Seal bitch was a first and last name. Look at the f***ing driver's license you sodding idiots! Do your damn research before you go calling people! If I get one more phone call from you guys, I'm going to stalk this other woman down and hurt her. Got it? Now connect me to your database people. I'm going to talk to them now." She apologized and said that they should have already taken care of the problem. I told her that they obviously hadn't and that I didn't appreciate their ineptitude. She told me that she would remove my number from the database herself. I said she had better. I said a few other things too, but I probably shouldn't type them. I'd forget my stars and startle any children out there reading this.
Telecheck is a company of Satan-spawned idiots with their heads so far up their asses it's amazing they can even make a phone call. They've had over a week to take care of business on their end, and I'm sure there's somebody I can call to get them in the kind of trouble they deserve for harassing me. If I had written all those checks, it would be different. But as a person innocent of that particular crime, I more than resent them and their little games. My caller ID doesn't tell me their personal numbers, so I can't call these people and harass them back, although I think it would be an entertaining way to spend my day. Poor Drizzt, though, he was upset by my last run in with them, and doesn't like it when I yell. So even if I could, I probably wouldn't call them back.
Speaking of Drizzt, and generally happier things, I think he has been watching too much of the Olympics. And I can support that statement with examples of his behavior.
For instance, he is currently going for gold in the straw-jumping contest. He grabs the bendy straw in his jaws, and leaps into the air, doing at least a 180-degree twist before he lands. Usually, he does several of these in a row before dropping the straw and starting again. It's impressive. I'd be proud of the little guy for such physical prowess if he wasn't doing this under the edge of the futon and bonking his head every single time. The mental prowess ain't quite there yet, I guess.
He is also quite good at the high jump. I received a tubular box, more of a prism, really, and I have both ends open so he can run through it. He does this, but he'd rather jump over it. He leaps over the box, looks at me, leaps back the other way, looks at me, repeats. I can't judge his inbox track speed, since it's in a box, and he stops halfway through most of the time.
His balance beam routine includes running back and forth on the back of the futon, occasionally jumping onto my shoulder for a quick couple of circles around my head. He's very agile, and I have claw markings all around my shoulders, back and chest from his grip. I don't mind. That's not bad. You should see my arms.
So judge for yourselves whether my kitty has been watching too much TV. Personally, I think so, given that my parents kept the thing on most of the time we were at the apartment, so he got plenty of exposure. I actually enjoyed watching the Olympics. I think Drizzt did, too.
Other than that, the little guy now has another litter box, in his food corner. I had an idea after watching him eat and then suddenly look around for a corner. His diarrhea must not simply be putty for stools; it must also have an aspect of sudden urgency. This would explain why we were doing so well before the diarrhea, and have done so poorly afterwards. He might not have time to run to his proper corner, so I have all the corners rigged now. Unless he was very quiet about it, we had no accidents last night. The food corner was close, though. I almost didn't get him in time. After that, however, he has a new litter box there, so we should be home free in the bedroom. As for the rest of this place... I'll keep a very close eye on him.
I'm going out again today, to go to the pet store and ask for the absolutely most foul-smelling concoction they can sell me without a vet's note. Preferably one that I won't mind as much as he does. This nasty stuff will be applied to the area around the front door. Hopefully, I can find some truly hideous substance and he won't be hanging around there anymore. I'm locking him in the bedroom when I leave, but I still don't want him near the door. And if this stuff works like I hope it does, he can have, when his bathroom habits are more regular, free rein in the apartment when I'm gone. He should enjoy that.
Well, I'm going to wish all my friends and loved ones a good semester starting tomorrow. I hope Con-U treats you all much better than it has in the past, and that your particular majors are not messed with. For one little sibling, I wish you the best as you start your college life, and give you the following advice: it is best to leave burdens behind you when you can. You don't want to move on when you're still tied to bad people, places, and things. Emphasis on people. Good luck. For my own sibling, cheers to you, bro, and take care! I love you all, and have a great semester!
Oh, and if I haven't returned any Emails, don't feel slighted. I haven't gotten them yet. When my account is sorted out, I get to check mail (!) and hopefully write some as well. Until then, this has been blogging with Rehkmira, good day.
End.
Also, the Telecheck Bastards are back. I have received five phone calls this morning alone, in regards to three more checks the bitch with my name has written to Wet Seal. The first one got a calm but sleepy statement that they had the wrong person, and would they please remove me from their database. The next few got progressively more insistent responses; the last one (that would be a whole minute ago) got a full-blown explosion of wrath. I yelled that these people had wasted my Saturday over a week ago, and that I thought I had gotten rid of them. I told them "that for the last time, they had the wrong freaking person, and that all I shared with the Wet Seal bitch was a first and last name. Look at the f***ing driver's license you sodding idiots! Do your damn research before you go calling people! If I get one more phone call from you guys, I'm going to stalk this other woman down and hurt her. Got it? Now connect me to your database people. I'm going to talk to them now." She apologized and said that they should have already taken care of the problem. I told her that they obviously hadn't and that I didn't appreciate their ineptitude. She told me that she would remove my number from the database herself. I said she had better. I said a few other things too, but I probably shouldn't type them. I'd forget my stars and startle any children out there reading this.
Telecheck is a company of Satan-spawned idiots with their heads so far up their asses it's amazing they can even make a phone call. They've had over a week to take care of business on their end, and I'm sure there's somebody I can call to get them in the kind of trouble they deserve for harassing me. If I had written all those checks, it would be different. But as a person innocent of that particular crime, I more than resent them and their little games. My caller ID doesn't tell me their personal numbers, so I can't call these people and harass them back, although I think it would be an entertaining way to spend my day. Poor Drizzt, though, he was upset by my last run in with them, and doesn't like it when I yell. So even if I could, I probably wouldn't call them back.
Speaking of Drizzt, and generally happier things, I think he has been watching too much of the Olympics. And I can support that statement with examples of his behavior.
For instance, he is currently going for gold in the straw-jumping contest. He grabs the bendy straw in his jaws, and leaps into the air, doing at least a 180-degree twist before he lands. Usually, he does several of these in a row before dropping the straw and starting again. It's impressive. I'd be proud of the little guy for such physical prowess if he wasn't doing this under the edge of the futon and bonking his head every single time. The mental prowess ain't quite there yet, I guess.
He is also quite good at the high jump. I received a tubular box, more of a prism, really, and I have both ends open so he can run through it. He does this, but he'd rather jump over it. He leaps over the box, looks at me, leaps back the other way, looks at me, repeats. I can't judge his inbox track speed, since it's in a box, and he stops halfway through most of the time.
His balance beam routine includes running back and forth on the back of the futon, occasionally jumping onto my shoulder for a quick couple of circles around my head. He's very agile, and I have claw markings all around my shoulders, back and chest from his grip. I don't mind. That's not bad. You should see my arms.
So judge for yourselves whether my kitty has been watching too much TV. Personally, I think so, given that my parents kept the thing on most of the time we were at the apartment, so he got plenty of exposure. I actually enjoyed watching the Olympics. I think Drizzt did, too.
Other than that, the little guy now has another litter box, in his food corner. I had an idea after watching him eat and then suddenly look around for a corner. His diarrhea must not simply be putty for stools; it must also have an aspect of sudden urgency. This would explain why we were doing so well before the diarrhea, and have done so poorly afterwards. He might not have time to run to his proper corner, so I have all the corners rigged now. Unless he was very quiet about it, we had no accidents last night. The food corner was close, though. I almost didn't get him in time. After that, however, he has a new litter box there, so we should be home free in the bedroom. As for the rest of this place... I'll keep a very close eye on him.
I'm going out again today, to go to the pet store and ask for the absolutely most foul-smelling concoction they can sell me without a vet's note. Preferably one that I won't mind as much as he does. This nasty stuff will be applied to the area around the front door. Hopefully, I can find some truly hideous substance and he won't be hanging around there anymore. I'm locking him in the bedroom when I leave, but I still don't want him near the door. And if this stuff works like I hope it does, he can have, when his bathroom habits are more regular, free rein in the apartment when I'm gone. He should enjoy that.
Well, I'm going to wish all my friends and loved ones a good semester starting tomorrow. I hope Con-U treats you all much better than it has in the past, and that your particular majors are not messed with. For one little sibling, I wish you the best as you start your college life, and give you the following advice: it is best to leave burdens behind you when you can. You don't want to move on when you're still tied to bad people, places, and things. Emphasis on people. Good luck. For my own sibling, cheers to you, bro, and take care! I love you all, and have a great semester!
Oh, and if I haven't returned any Emails, don't feel slighted. I haven't gotten them yet. When my account is sorted out, I get to check mail (!) and hopefully write some as well. Until then, this has been blogging with Rehkmira, good day.
End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 12:12
2 Comments:
At Saturday, August 21, 2004 5:27:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hey, Thanks for the little sibling part, I'll tell her, but I don't know if I'll have her read it, she might get mad about the person part, but everything else I'll tell her. So far Con-U is well conning us at least at the boookstore it is. Talk soon bye!
At Saturday, August 21, 2004 5:27:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hey, Thanks for the little sibling part, I'll tell her, but I don't know if I'll have her read it, she might get mad about the person part, but everything else I'll tell her. So far Con-U is well conning us at least at the boookstore it is. Talk soon bye!
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