The communal box of Band-Aids is on the top shelf in the office kitchen. The result of a three-block walk in new-ish shoes is in two places on my left foot. There are two Band-Aid brand bandages in the box. I took one.
I needed two, but I took one. See, what happens if there’s a freak accident with a stapler, someone gets a paper cut, or New Work Friend gets a wound from her totally cute but not so comfy shoes? I don’t need bad Band-Aid karma.
Or any more caffeine. I’m trading in my (mumbles number) cups of coffee a day for plain ole good for you water. Contrary to popular opinion, twitchy and agitated is not the new black.
On a sorta-related note, I feel the need to celebrate. I woke up this morning one hundred percent pain free and I can’t stop grinning like a silly fool. Guess that means I’ll have to buckle down at work again, now that I’ve no legitimate excuse for being a space case.
That’s really all I’ve got. That and another strange tale from the My Cat is Just Not Normal files.
Halitosis Maximus wakes me up at quarter after five, because that is when he thinks breakfast should begin. Nevermind he already has a bowl full of dry cat food. Stinky Breath wants the nasty stuff. So, up I get, try not to breathe as I plop the still-shaped-like-the-can mess into his bowl and head back to bed.
Ten minutes later I hear him digging in his dry cat food. And he's not quiet about it. Dig, dig, dig. What the...?? Up I get again, this time out of curiosity. Chef Boy-Ar-Kitty has taken dry cat food and mixed it in with the nasty wet stuff. And done it without making a bit of a mess.
Dude, who taught him that? Weirdo.
Have I mentioned that he sleeps next to me… on his back? Yeah, I’m thinking of renting him out for parties. The amusement never ends.
Halitosis Maximus....that's killin me kid.
Posted by: Wilk at May 13, 2004 09:58 AMYou know, I thought my cat was the only one that slept on his back. It's definitely strange but very funny. The food thing...well a couple of weeks ago I thought that I'd put some of those Pounce treats on their dry food as a nice little something extra. Next thing I know, they had picked them off (as well as anything without opposable thumbs can "pick") and left the treat bits in a pile next to their water bowl. Bizarre.
I tend to think cats by definition are pretty much weirdos.
Posted by: E. at May 13, 2004 10:06 AMI think they pretty much spend the entire day learning how to outsmart us while we're at work. Sleeping... yeah right...
Posted by: mingaling at May 13, 2004 10:09 AMWilk! You're alive!
Posted by: Fish at May 13, 2004 10:16 AMHell yeah I am! I've just diverted my creative talents from blogging to other things....like, uhh...well, you know. Stuff.
Posted by: Wilk at May 13, 2004 10:33 AMI have two cats. The Boys -- Sherlock (Alpha Man) and Buddy (a faithful companion). They both sleep on their backs on the bed. And they usually have very sweet kitty breath too. They regularly sniff each other under their tales, but I refuse to do this, frankly, so I can't say how their "local" odor is. Their fur smells sweet though, except in hot weather after they have been chasing each other around the yard. Very sweaty boys.
I really love cats. They're clean, they're quiet, they even sit on my lap for 10 to 15 seconds daily, which is sort of a guy bonding ritual.
Posted by: Michael at May 13, 2004 11:03 AMHmmm. Maybe you can get him a food network TV show: The Furry Chef.
Posted by: Kim at May 13, 2004 11:12 AMIn his younger years, my kitty would hop up on top of my wife's wardrobe at night with a stuffed seal in his mouth and then sleep all night with one front leg thrown over the seal. If you tried to take it from him, he would actually growl at you.
Posted by: Lex at May 13, 2004 11:36 AMYay for pain-free! I broke my arm last year, bad enough to require surgery. It's hard to be happy when your choices are gnawing the limb off or lizard-coma drugged. Celebrations are definitely in order.
Posted by: Coelacanth at May 13, 2004 01:02 PMMy likewise very-strange kitty eats with her paws. She scoops each individual piece of dry food out of the bowl and eats it from between her little kittyfingers while perching on her other three legs. I think maybe our kitties should meet and trade recipes.
Posted by: Biscuit at May 13, 2004 01:19 PMBuddy likes to play hockey with the crunchy bits. He also eats each piece one bite at a time with one paw. And I think I actually knew that cats have "tails," not "tales."
Posted by: Michael at May 13, 2004 01:48 PMTalk about sleeping on his back. One of my cats seems to not know how to lie in any other position than on his back. He will just lie there and give you a 'what are you looking at' stare...
...no wonder my other cat constantly beats the crap out of him.
a friend has one of those 20 pound tom cats who sleeps on his back and snores like a freight train.
wow! it is loud.
My kitty too likes to sleep on his back...for the whole world to see.
I call him "porno" kitty.
After my post on coffee, you had to make me feel bad that I'm at this moment drinking Coke classic directly out of the 2 liter bottle on my desk? Thanks so much.
Of course, I'm neither twitchy nor agitated. !!!!
Posted by: Paul Gutman at May 13, 2004 05:13 PMcareful... cats will eat your face if you die and haven't fed them.
mine drop their dry food into their water. a bit of racoon in their ancestry, perhaps.
Posted by: jen at May 13, 2004 09:46 PMGreat cat story, fish. My rabbit also likes the cat's dry food and if there's any left when she's finished scoffing it, will put the rest in the cat's bowl. Naughty rabbit!
Posted by: Lisa at May 14, 2004 03:51 AM