Kitty Angst

It amuses me that the kitten Jim named so lovingly as Aichan, answers as well to Stinker. In the wee hours of the morning when she decides to become more territorial and smacks herself in the face when she runs into the bedroom window, and then vents her frustration knocking everything on the dresser off onto the floor...Stinker. Yup.

This morning, we hailed a family of black feral cats (maybe, Mom had a collar) digging in the dumpster. Kinda bright, kinda not as the dumpster had just been emptied and it was a bit deep for the two kittens. One managed the leap out, the other didn't.

*meeeow* *meeeow*

Well, you can't just let that go.

Another thing I love about my husband. He's willing to jump into a dumpster to fish out a kitten.

That, along with listening to NPR in the mornings instead of KNAC.

And wanting to watch Fushigi Yuugi.

I just love him. Lucky, lucky me.

Kitty Angst

It amuses me that the kitten Jim named so lovingly as Aichan, answers as well to Stinker. In the wee hours of the morning when she decides to become more territorial and smacks herself in the face when she runs into the bedroom window, and then vents her frustration knocking everything on the dresser off onto the floor...Stinker. Yup.

This morning, we hailed a family of black feral cats (maybe, Mom had a collar) digging in the dumpster. Kinda bright, kinda not as the dumpster had just been emptied and it was a bit deep for the two kittens. One managed the leap out, the other didn't.

*meeeow* *meeeow*

Well, you can't just let that go.

Another thing I love about my husband. He's willing to jump into a dumpster to fish out a kitten.

That, along with listening to NPR in the mornings instead of KNAC.

And wanting to watch Fushigi Yuugi.

I just love him. Lucky, lucky me.

Kitty Angst

It amuses me that the kitten Jim named so lovingly as Aichan, answers as well to Stinker. In the wee hours of the morning when she decides to become more territorial and smacks herself in the face when she runs into the bedroom window, and then vents her frustration knocking everything on the dresser off onto the floor...Stinker. Yup.

This morning, we hailed a family of black feral cats (maybe, Mom had a collar) digging in the dumpster. Kinda bright, kinda not as the dumpster had just been emptied and it was a bit deep for the two kittens. One managed the leap out, the other didn't.

*meeeow* *meeeow*

Well, you can't just let that go.

Another thing I love about my husband. He's willing to jump into a dumpster to fish out a kitten.

That, along with listening to NPR in the mornings instead of KNAC.

And wanting to watch Fushigi Yuugi.

I just love him. Lucky, lucky me.

Bumping into folks

Circles upon circles upon circles....

A LARP group that Joyce mixed me up with in 1997. Why? She needed a ride. For my part, I met some wonderful people.

Unfortunately, we never meshed as well as I would have liked. I'm too weird for them - or perhaps they never really trusted me. It's hard to say. (Yes, I'm weird. If you expect hellfire and brimstone and crap from a light-loving Christian like me and you don't get it, I guess I'm weird.)

I never turn down a chance to get together, even on AIM. And one of them had an account she was using at work and while we pinged each other from time to time, both of us were too busy (shit, we're WORK) to chat much.

She had dissapeared for a long time. Today, she showed up again and I pounced her, frothing at the mouth to know how they were.

Two of the three of them had LJ accounts. The fella had left the building.

So I went looking. I think I found one of them and added to my friends list today.

But the AIM account has poofed again - I doubt she'll be back soon.

I hope it's her. Is it you? Is it you?

Bumping into folks

Circles upon circles upon circles....

A LARP group that Joyce mixed me up with in 1997. Why? She needed a ride. For my part, I met some wonderful people.

Unfortunately, we never meshed as well as I would have liked. I'm too weird for them - or perhaps they never really trusted me. It's hard to say. (Yes, I'm weird. If you expect hellfire and brimstone and crap from a light-loving Christian like me and you don't get it, I guess I'm weird.)

I never turn down a chance to get together, even on AIM. And one of them had an account she was using at work and while we pinged each other from time to time, both of us were too busy (shit, we're WORK) to chat much.

She had dissapeared for a long time. Today, she showed up again and I pounced her, frothing at the mouth to know how they were.

Two of the three of them had LJ accounts. The fella had left the building.

So I went looking. I think I found one of them and added to my friends list today.

But the AIM account has poofed again - I doubt she'll be back soon.

I hope it's her. Is it you? Is it you?

Bumping into folks

Circles upon circles upon circles....

A LARP group that Joyce mixed me up with in 1997. Why? She needed a ride. For my part, I met some wonderful people.

Unfortunately, we never meshed as well as I would have liked. I'm too weird for them - or perhaps they never really trusted me. It's hard to say. (Yes, I'm weird. If you expect hellfire and brimstone and crap from a light-loving Christian like me and you don't get it, I guess I'm weird.)

I never turn down a chance to get together, even on AIM. And one of them had an account she was using at work and while we pinged each other from time to time, both of us were too busy (shit, we're WORK) to chat much.

She had dissapeared for a long time. Today, she showed up again and I pounced her, frothing at the mouth to know how they were.

Two of the three of them had LJ accounts. The fella had left the building.

So I went looking. I think I found one of them and added to my friends list today.

But the AIM account has poofed again - I doubt she'll be back soon.

I hope it's her. Is it you? Is it you?