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January 25, 2007
So you want to hear about Cat, do you? Let me tell you about Cat: I am about one more cat-yowl away from shoving her in the microwave and turning it to the “Repulsive Meat-Gobbet Explosion of Fur-Coated Internal Organs” setting.
She’s always been a vocal, demanding, bitchy cat, but lately it’s like her mission on this earth is to 1) trip and kill her owners so she can feast on our tender, accessible flesh, 2) howl at top volume to be either let in or let out, 285728103 times per night, and 3) wake up Riley by standing outside his room, pawing at the doorknob (I am not even making this up), and yowling over and over until one of us scurries down the hallway hissing obscenities, picks her up by the scruff of her neck, and eighty-sixes her obnoxious ass outside. Where she immediately starts yelling at the front door again.
We have this bell hanging from the front doorknob, and for a long time she would reach up and ring it when she wanted out. I thought it was a cute trick, except for the part where I found myself instantly, mindlessly rising from the couch and heading for the door each time I heard the bell tinkling. It’s kind of disturbing when your cat uses Pavlovian conditioning on you in order to develop involuntary reflexes that work in her favor, you know?
But she doesn’t do the bell thing any more, now she just yells. All the time with the yowling. And as some of you know, there’s nothing quite like having something threaten the sleep of your small child. It solicits a sort of wartime response, an I-wouldn’t-normally-stab-you-with-this-bayonet-but-we-are-in-trying-circumstances kind of visceral reaction, and just because my tormentor has the comprehension skills of a cantaloupe doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good to cuss her right the hell out.
Every night, I unleash a festive string of expletives at Cat. I tell her if she doesn’t quit yowling I’m going to rip her head off and shit down her neck. I tell her I fucking hate all cats and I think the government should explore using their carcasses as alternative fuel sources. I tell her to fucking shut her fucking cat-hole for fucking fuck’s sake (may I remind you my innocent child is asleep at this time so it’s okay to use questionable terms such as, you know, “cat-hole”) or I’m going to beat her ass like a dusty rug, and if that doesn’t work, I get out a plastic bag and give it a good shake because that always scares the crap out of her and ha ha haaaa, you should see her try and run on hardwood floors.
On the off chance this wasn’t quite what you meant when you said you wanted an update on Cat, let me assure you she’s the picture of robust good health, she cuddles with JB on the couch every night, and in the morning I often find her curled against my feet. Oh, I love Cat, despite her many, many flaws.
You know what – I bet she’s still getting revenge on me for this:
It’s another low-key weekend ahead for us. Saturday I think I’ll be cleaning and hen-pecking JB to help me clean, and Sunday JB’s parents are coming to visit. JB has an Alki dive planned, and I have a freelance project to finish and submit. Oh, and tomorrow night is the once-every-two-months “parents night” at our daycare, so we can go on a DATE. Woo! I’m trying to decide: dinner or a movie? Has anyone seen Children of Men and thinks we should definitely see that (note: I am a rabid fan of dystopian movies, plus Clive Owen is some tasty manbeef, is he not) — or some different movie? Or should we go to a restaurant where, praise jebus, someone else does the cooking and cleanup?
And here’s the same question as I always ask: what are YOU doing this weekend? I don’t know if I say it enough, but I love hearing your answers.
Lastly, the suctopus:
Which reminds me, go check out my enormous (partial) list of the books you recommended a while back!
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My folks recently saw Children of Men. They said it was one long glorified chase scene. But, I’ll probably still go see it because, yeah. Clive Owen.
Oh, and speaking of books…
www.amazon.com/101-Uses-a-Dead-Cat/dp/0517545160
We have a yowling cat too, and it is indeed trying. But when she quiets down she has the best purr.
I vote DINNER for your big date. Having someone else cook for me is just the most wonderful luxury!! But enjoy your time regardless of what you do, you deserve it!
My weekend: Saturday morning I try to sleep, sleep, sleep as LATE as possible to get myself partially switched over to Asia time. Then Sunday morning at 2am I get on the shuttle to SeaTac to get there in time for my 6am flight to Hong Kong (via SFO). But, don’t be jealous. It will be 2 weeks of work surrounded by cigarette smoke and stressed-out Asian engineers. After a week in Hong Kong I get to go do the same in Japan. But I hear our hotel in Japan (up in the mtns in Nasu) has a very nice “o-furo” and I do love the Japanese hot baths! I may stay in the baths for 3 days straight and return home all pruney.
This weekend, I am trying out some recipes in my new Indian cookbooks, cleaning, and watching this week’s DVRed 24 with my BF. And taking the dog to visit my parents because they don’t care about me anymore, they just want to see the DOG.
I just went back and read your first “many cat flaws” post from a few years back: 020827_79.html. I was absolutely howling. That is just hilarious, especially your onomatopoeia of the dog drinking from the toilet. I love reading your stuff!
P.S. - I went and saw Children of Men and I loved it. My BF and her daughter were less than pleased with it, because it was billed as the Bladerunner of the new century and they felt it the comparison was completely wrong.
The only problem with it is that since it is based on a book and since I went in knowing that, there were obvious gaping holes in the plot and backstory, but that didn’t put me off too much, because now I have a new book to add to my queue.
http://chopstickbunny.blogspot.com/2007/01/film-weekend.html
Speaking of cat revenge, I will likely never be forgiven for Halloween:
Oops. I posted a picture but I guess that did not work.
Children of Men is supposed to be amazing, but there is also Pan’s Labyrinth to be seen too. Neither is really a “date movie”, but I refuse to suggest “Catch and Release”.
I am laughing out loud, with tears. I think our cats are related. Our effing cat also knocks on our daughter’s door in the middle of the night. We figured out that it’s connected to the amount of food in her food canister; I guess she gets nervous when it gets low, like we’re going to forget to buy more. So even if we fill her dish, she’s keeping her eye(s) on us. She punishes us for sins we haven’t committed by frightening our child at 3 a.m.
This weekend — hopefully, we’ll have a toilet and new faucets installed (thanks to my dad). And maybe some other house stuff. I’m also going to finish reading “I Am Charlotte Simmons” by Tom Wolfe. We’ll play with our daughter and prepare for the week ahead, possibly stopping by Portland’s science museum, OMSI.
YEs!
Ha Haa haaa! I am laughing my ass of here because we too have loud vocal whiney ass cat(s). They stand outside of Elliot’s door and yowl at him until he is awake and he yowls back at them! Goddamn those cats, they wake him up all the time and this is after we have gone to many extreme measures to get the boy to bed!! ARGH! IT’s all we can do (as we cuss them out with many Fbombs) not to drop kick their feline asses down the stairs. We love these cats, but oh my god I relate with this entry on an serious level.
You should see Children of Men. It absolutely rocks. One of the best movies in the last couple of years.
As for Clive Owen, yea, he’s the man. I’m as hetero as they come and married to one of the foxiest ladies alive and even I get a twitch when he comes on screen. I cannot believe they didn’t make him the next Bond. Although, the other guy did a good job.
We also have a vocal cat. She was a street cat and we’re not sure of what she went thru before we got her, but suffice to say I think she was raised by ducks. She has never learned to meow like a normal cat. She quacks. Swear to God. She quacks like a duck.
I vote dinner too, because you can always sit in the dark and stare at a screen at home. How often do you get people to make and bring you food you can send back if it’s not cooked precisely to your liking whilst you busy yourself staring into the eyes of your lover and telling him how much you want to tear out the fucking vocal cords of your dear cat?
This weekend, I am moving back to Bellevue. Yep, bye, bye Green Lake. Back to the land of cranes and construction and pretty new things.
We have no particular plans, but I’ll be making sure I have plenty of time with Miss 9, who is about to disappear to her grandparents’ house for ten. whole. days. I’m pretty sure that by the time she gets back I’ll have remembered all the downsides to being at home all day with just a toddler - not looking forward to discovering just how much toddler-distracting she really does in between complaints about how much she wishes she didn’t have a little sister.
I went and saw my first movie for over a year last weekend, and now I think I’ll make more time to watch movies on the weekends, when DH is looking after the kids so I can have a break. But if I had to choose between dinner and a movie for a date night, I’d definitely choose dinner!
Well, since I actually am doing a little something different this weekend…
On Friday night, my boyfriend and I are going to some surprise thing he’s got planned for Valentine’s day… I know, over 2 weeks early, but it’s something scheduled and he’s so excited for it– absolutely adorable! Argh, young love. So dorky and obnoxious! For those who have to hear about it!
Um, working Saturday as usual, yawn. Sunday… schoolwork, with a side of hanging out. Excitement.
My cat yowls a ton too, it’s super duper annoying. I have trained him not to do it at night though, it took many many months. There is only 1 step to this process: I never ever let him out because he’s yelling. In fact, if I’m intending to let him out and he has yelled at any point within the last ten minutes, he isn’t going out. Yes, you may go crazy during the period where she’s still yowling all the time but you are unable to let her out. You also may need to supress the desire to stab yourself (or Cat) in the eye. I also keep cds (like a few of those free trial AOhell cds) near my bed that I would throw at the wall when he was yelling and I couldn’t stand it anymore. The sound surprised him, so he’d shut up for a while.
I would say it probably took 3 months or so for him to completely stop yelling at night… and if you give in even once, it will take another week or so for them to stop again.
Remember, the cat is stupid, not intentionally evil. Or so you’d hope…
I think you should definitely see Children of Men, though if Pan’s Labyrinth is playing in you city, you should possibly check that out. It looks fantastic! I’m going this weekend, and I saw Children of Men the first week it was out and really enjoyed it. It’s very gripping.
Hi. I LOVE your blog and can often relate to it with a one year old of my own. (Plus 4 others!!!!) Anyway I just wanted to say that I also have a yowling cat. But she never used to be. She started going psychotic when I was a few months pregnant and she never got over it. The amount of times I have almost fallen over her is ridiculous. She goes in and out endlessly and seems to ALWAYS be rushing to her food bowl for two mouthfuls, yet she has food available all the time.
I think there’s a connection between the baby and the cats, I don’t understand what, why or how, there’s just something going on for the cat to do with the baby.
Weekend plans? Maybe go to the market on Sunday, and try to stay sane for the last few days of our 6 weeks school holidays!! XXX
I’ve heard Children of Men is amazing, and Clive Owen, yowza. Dinner is nice, however, because you can actually talk to each other, and when you live with a toddler and a vocal cat, uninterrupted conversations are rare. Oy, do I remember those days.
A bubble bath with a glass of wine and a trashy gossip magazine is in my weekend plans, and maybe a movie. I’d love to see The Queen. I’m a sucker for British royalty, past or present, and Helen Mirren.
Oh, Cat. Such a little furry sweetie.
Our cats, acquired before we had children, don’t realize that we regularly count up how old they are and compare it to the average life expectancy for cats.
I saw Children of Men — it was definitely a lot of chase-chase shoot-shoot, but Clive Owen was so very Yum, and the fact that the phrase “pull my finger” is featured leads me to believe that you will enjoy it as much as I did.
As far as cats in general go, I never owned one before my husband and I separated, but now, my last two roommates have each had one, and they (the cats) are both insane. Our current neurotic feline of the house now answers to “Lil’ Crackhead.” Nothing like a demeaning nickname to endear the pets to you, that’s what I always say!
You’ve reminded me why I do not own cats! I think my husband wanted to see that Smokin’ Aces movie, but I typically avoid Ben Affleck like the plague. We’re also going to a rock climbing competition where one of My friends will probably place pretty high.
P.S. Another awesome book for your book list: A fake autobiography of George W. Bush called “Destined for Destiny,” co-written by the editor-in-chief of The Onion. One of the chapters is called “The Clown-Faced Zombie I Call My Wife.” FUCKING BRILLIANT, if I do say so myself.
Just piping in to say that I saw Children of Men and thought it was great….I recommend it!
I will be taking my SDI Nitrox class training on Saturday and then going to the IMAX up in Raleigh, NC to watch a 3D thing about Sharks! Whee! :)
Weekend plans include working, hitting up the thrift shops and craft store, and probably enjoying a bottle of wine!
My husband saw it last night (I went out on Wednesday, to celebrate a friend’s birthday, so he was taking his turn). He really liked it, thought it was very interesting. But I would still go out to dinner because I like nothing better than when people wait on me and then take the dirty dishes away.
We are going out to dinner tonight, as a matter of fact. My mother in law feels sorry for me since my parents off to Florida from November to April, so she said she’d come up after work so we can go out for an early dinner. It’s Restaurant Week in our city (30 restaurants, 3 courses, $30) so we’re going to an old school steakhouse here. Tomorrow we are doing … nothing probably and Sunday nights I work. Thrilling, I know, but we have been in for two weeks and last week our kid had croup, and you know how that goes.
We are dropping The Kid (age 2) off with his grandparents on Saturday morning and then disappearing into the mist, until around 11am on Sunday morning. This is only the second overnight he’s had, so I’m sure that I’ll be thinking of him the whole time, but it will be nice to have some grown up time for a while. Especially since we’re four months away from adding to the family.
Some things we are contemplating for our free time:
Seeing The Pursuit of Happyness
Shoe Shopping (well, that’s more ME than my husband, I guess)
Dinner Out in a restaurant with cloth napkins
Browsing in a bookstore for more than five minutes
Napping without interruption
Praying for some fresh snow so I can go skiing. If not, then it’s Saturday night with the girls…every couple of weeks we hit a new place or two and share battle stories re: the boys we’ve dated (and ditched) in the interim.
Tonight i am going to my parents house to return the vehicle that they let me borrow while my non-mechanic boyfriend took apart the engine to our broken car (have to give him a high five though because, gosh darnit, the car works now). And then saturday night I’m going to the new biker bar that has made it’s way to the little town of garner north carolina and grabbing a drink and dinner with my coworker. and sunday i will attempt to get my butt up and meet the folks at church. doesnt sound like too too much fun, but fun enough for me! :)
Hmmm…I’ll probably be making some mint chocolate chip ice cream, doing laundry, packing for a business trip to Minnesota (whoever thought it would be a fun idea to have me travel to Minnesota in January better watch their ass) and maybe having people over to play games. It’s incredibly cold here this weekend so whatever we do will probably be of the indoor-activity variety.
remove the bell? heheh. at least you guys have a way to get some of that aggression out even if it is taking it out on a cat whom does have the smarts of a canteloupe. ;p
my weekend starts today since i dont work on fridays but will probably start next week. :( so there is are quite a few things but i’ll bulletin because this paragraph thing looked overwhelming. ;p
-around three loads of laundry which i must take to the laundry mat because we live in brooklyn and god forbid there be a laundry room in our building
-bringing a rug to be cleaned which sopped up about ten pounds of water when the people upstairs “left their tap running in the kitchen sink BY ACCIDENT” and water ran into our apartment leaving us with a probably mold-filled rug by now and an apartment that had to be partially repainted last weekend and might i mention the people NEVER apologized to us. cat-holes.
-HUGE food shop
-the bf’s grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousin will be in town seeing an opera so they might want to have brunch with us on sunday
-ordering books for classes that start monday
-looking for a new job in case mine doesn’t work out
-probably more i can’t think of because i like to make sure i have either no freetime during the weekend, or have nothing to do at all.
Saturday will be cleaning and cooking, preparing for birthday celebration #1 with some friends who moved away and who come back periodically for dinner. Sunday will be more cooking for birthday celebration #2 (note that my birthday isn’t until Tuesday). I’m sure G will get some skiing in and I’ll be stuck with the child for one or both days as she recovers from her latest ear infection. Good times. Right now she is sitting on my lap as I attempt to type and read through her head.
JennB
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This weekend is going to be fun like monkey-barrel city. First, Saturday morning I head to the allergist to have these godforsaken allergy “patch tests” taken off my back (the itching! the ITCHING) so he can diagnose exactly what gives me puffy hives. Cool. Then there will be grocery shopping and house cleaning. Saturday night I got roped into going out for a depressed friend’s birthday, and I have a feeling I am going to end up in a townie karaoke bar, fending off losers from high school who want to “catch up.”
Sunday I am helping my mom make chili for a chili-cookoff her office is having - the winner gets a plasma screen TV! And my mom’s chili is shit, so she really needs my help.
Our cat Strat has stopped his late-night yowling for years, but he’s recently discovered that it sounds really cool echoed back to him in our new upstairs hallway, outside the rooms where we all sleep. We’re going to have to hang quilts on all the walls or something.
I’d recommend Children of Men, but be sure to allow time to sit in your car and cry afterwards.
Oh Children of Men was very entertaing. Although I will say that I love, love, LOVED Pan’s Labyrinth if you haven’t seen it and it’s playing by you. It was beautifully done and has some horror genre aspects to it. And just wow. So really, either one.
And what is the story with the recently yowling cats? Mine thankfully is afraid of the wide big outside, but will yelp and make noise all night long while shooting up and down the spiral staircase carrying around a pony tail holder. Which elicits, usually from the boyfriend, threats of getting slammed into the wall. Oh the Ginger Ninja, he does not care.
I think Chloe is right on, about the ignoring. It’s the only way. I’ve also found if I don’t yell at my idiot cats when they get under my feet (yelling = glorious attention in cat land, apparently) they’ll stop doing it. They hate being ignored. It’s annoying training cats, but it can be done. And maybe you could tape some crinkled up foil under Riley’s doorknob at night for a week, I think most cats hate stepping on it. Or double sided tape. They also hate that, and look hilarious when they get tape stuck to their feet.
But, yay! Cat post! I forgot how angry and evil she looks in a bib. Thanks for that awesome Friday morning Cat treat.
Since we had another snow storm last week, our work Christmas party was rescheduled for this weekend. So, again. Another ridiculous party to dread all weekend.
See, this is exactly why I hoped you would write about Cat. We have the exact problem, only we don’t yet have our baby, who will undoubtedly be awakened by our cat’s CONSTANT FUCKING SCREECHING at all hours of the night. My husband says every single morning that we have to get rid of this goddamned cat, and although I love the fluffmonster, I too have grown indescribably weary of his howling and scratching at the door and my resulting loss of sleep. For a long while, he had stopped doing it and seemed content to prowl around silently at night, but in the past month he has become a complete and utter pain in the ass, more than ever before. 3 AM, 4 AM, 6 AM — the howling. The scratching. He pounds at our bedroom door as though he is being chased by a pack of rabid hyenas. We leave the water running a little in the bathroom at night, because he won’t drink out of his own bowl; we make sure he has copious amounts of food; and his litter box is always accessible. So WHAT is the problem? I have no idea, but DAMN he is annoying.
Except I love the little piece of shit. My husband really, really does not. And I can only imagine the stress the cat will cause when SHUT UP, THE BABY IS SLEEPING MY GOD!
Anyway. This weekend? Tonight I’m getting a haircut, which I hope goes well — it’s with an untested stylist. I believe we have dinner plans with friends to go to a Cuban place in our neighborhood Sat night. I plan to get out for a run if it’s more than 10 degrees out. I’d like to start working on a book proposal. Maybe get coffee with a girlfriend I haven’t managed to see for six months. And perhaps I will bake something. Something like brownies. Something to be eaten with Cool-Whip. That is all.
Hooray for a Cat post. The image of her ringing a bell to go outside seems BRILLIANT to me. And here I was so proud that I have trained mine to stand in their hind legs and beg for the turkey I dangle, like some sort of circus trick. Now I am realizing that’s nothing; I should be trying to teach them how to use the toilet (for something other than drinking out of, I mean) or how to cook dinner.
My childhood cat has the MOST annoying voice, and she is also very vocal, so I know the yowl all too well. It’s funny because 1. she is sooo old, and it’s like having a senile grandma wandering around the house muttering curses, and 2. There are no babies asleep.
I’m off to NJ to visit my brother this weekend and see his new apartment.
The cat. It scares me. Look at those evil eyes!
Partner and I are heading to Austin for a weekend stay at D-I-L’s so the kids (read: dogs) can play and we can see some culture :)
Can I suggest this product for all the psycho-cats out there:
http://www.drsfostersmith.com/product/prod_display.cfm?pcatid=8906
It may not do SHIT for your cat, but on the other hand, I’ve had it work quite well on enough that I feel pretty comfortable recommending it to clients as something easy to try.
This weekend, which unexpectedly began today, and which stretches into the future indefinitely as I just yesterday found myself unemployed, I will be working on a freelance project, trying to forget about my dismal professional situation, and not going to a fundraiser I planned on attending because I now need to be saving my funds. This is a strange feeling. In one of your links, you referred to a time when you were also unemployed… How did you structure your time? I fear I will go insane with ennui and disappointment.
I have three cats. Two of them completely suck at night (actually, all of them do, but one is claustrophophic) so they get their own bedroom at night. We basically shut them in the computer room and let them yowl at each other if they want. It’s the only way we get any sleep.
Weekend plans:
Saturday: go to the gym, have lunch and shopping excursion with best friend, make giant lasagna for dinner, eat lasagna, drink wine, watch a DVD with husband.
Sunday: breakfast and newspaper while watching CBS Sunday Morning (yes, we’re apparently 80 years old), then, before we have time to think about how freaking cold it is, we’ll be going on a 2 hour group mountain bike ride. Afterwards it’s thawing-out time followed by lunch part I and II. Then naps and dinner and laundry. Then it’s Monday and we cry.
You can take your cats issues and add another cat to the mix and that is my house. The one problem it sound like we have over you is that one of our cats can actually open doors. We have those lever door handles, he just pops a paw up there and viola! Nothing like your dumb ass cat opening your taddlers bedroom door at 3am.
On another note, I have no idea about what movie to see. none. I am so completely out of the loop, when I drive by Lowes I recognize nothing, it’s sad on many levels.
This weekend? we talked about going to the Hoh Rainforest, but it just might be too far for our 5 month old. I really really want to go there, If we don’t do that we want to catch a small hike somewhere around here, any ideas?
The cat issues? I have to admit- this is why I want dogs.
This weekend: Sending out 10 more resumes so that someday I can quit being in school, writing articles for a couple projects, drinking at least one bottle of wine, and hopefully persuading my boyfriend to quit working long enough to see a movie or drink some coffee, etc. Maybe the Ballard market on Sunday.
Oh my GOD, I want to fucking murder my two little shitbombs…Uh, I mean my precious little kitties. The “Midnight Crazies” (tm: Sars) have escalated 1000% since we moved to Savannah. Is there a door? I need to be on the other side of it!!!! I’m on the other side? Nooooooooo!!! I swear I’m going to kill them.
But I feel awful at the same time since we’re going to Disneyworld this weekend and they have to go to the kennel, somewhere they have NEVER been in their respective 6 and 5 years of life. The punishment I will recieve upon returning Wednesday? I can only imagine. Send help!
See a movie, then discuss over dinner and slutty desserts.
I want to see Children of Men in part because it seems like a wonderful sort of inverse of Y: The Last Man, which you totally got me hooked on! That’s *supposed* to be a movie once the damn series is finished, and my boyfriend and I have already cast the lovely Gyllenhaals to play Yorick and Hero. Mmmm…eyebrows….
This weekend: improv theatre training, painting an old library carrel to make it more desk-like, reading, movies, hopefully time along with the Boyfriend away from our semi-permanent Houseguest (no, not Sinbad…).
err, time “alone.”
My husband and I both really liked Children of Men. It’s an interesting story, and yes, Clive is hot. My big plans for the weekend include trying a kick boxing class and taking my dad to the symphony. And sleeping, which may be a weird thing to look forward to, but I’ve been tired every single day this week.
Tonight I might be making dinner (would rather not, of course, but had Chipotle last night and going out tomorrow night so not sure I could justify but will try with promises of sexual favors. Will most likely work). We are finally getting around to watching “Seabiscuit” as we are waaaaay behind the times.
Tomorrow is sleep in and possibly more paying back of the sexual favors. I need a new computer desk so we’ll probably do some shopping for that. Church in the evening and then dinner reservations at 6:30 at a fabulous restaurant. SNL at 11:30 if I’m not asleep due to excess alcohol at restaurant (walking distance from house!!)
Sunday is…sleep in. Probably more sex (hey–we are practically newlyweds and have none of our 5 kids with us this weekend so we have to make up for it on kid-less weekeds). We’ll go for a run together and maybe hit Target and the grocery store before all the kids descend upon us in the late afternoon.
To sleep, perchance to dream - that’s what I want to do this weekend. Instead we are getting a humidifier put into the piano at 8:30 tomorrow morning. We live in a desert and if the inside of the piano dries out too much it starts getting warped and out of tune. It does amuse me that it needs its very own humidifier. We may go on a bike ride if it isn’t too freaking cold. Sunday we sing, as usual, and then we have the afternoon off. We will either ride (again depending on weather) or we will sit in front of the TV and catch up on Netflix and our downloaded TV shows. I love not having to sit through commercials. Oh, and I’ll study a little bit, too, I’m sure, and maybe clean house.
Our cats don’t yowl much, but one of them really likes trying to get snuggly at about 5 AM. This is fine when the alarm is set for 5, not so much when it is set for later or not set at all. I wake up to cat whiskers on my face as she tries to get in between me and my covers. I’m very protective of my covers and I sometimes thrash, which often results in my husband getting whacked in the arm or the head. His cat just comes and curls up with her front feet on his head, closes her eyes, and starts with her heard-through-the-house purr. I think it would make my teeth rattle, but he doesn’t mind at all.
Children of Men was a good movie. Not much at all like the book, but good. Pan’s Labyrinth was absolutely awesome but a little gory and not exactly what you’d call cheerful. It made me cry in one place and made me wince and cover my eyes a few other times. I’m really glad I saw it. I don’t want to see it again.
My 2 cents. Have a great weekend!
I have two cats. Not much yowling, but the little one acts like she’s afraid of me and cringes anytime I approach. Her one, tiny expression of affection is to sit down near me and reach out and rest her paw on my leg. So weird, but somehow cute. The other one is a brute that constantly mounts the little one despite the fact that she acknowledges several times a day that he is the Alpha (he is fixed, so we do voice-overs: “I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I have this insatiable need to climb on top of you! Now what?”). He’s cuddly, but 20 lbs. of muscle. Also, I feel a little bit violated after a cuddle session because he inevitably ends up nuzzling my neck and kind of sucking on it until I have a hickey.
And related to your hair post: I went to Erin’s stylist Michelle last night. At first, I thought, “Eh, it’s a fine haircut. No complaints.” But as the night wore on, the more my hair got used to its new shape, and now I can’t believe I went so long with that old, stupid hair. I love it! When describing what I want to a stylist, I often feel like I am speaking heavily accented English and they are just kind of nodding and pretending to understand. But she totally got what I wanted, and asked clarifying questions. And she was as fun to talk to as Erin promised. A definite second recommendation here.
I am going to a restaurant that has a mechanical bull that plays “Pour Some Sugar on Me” when you ride it.
Oh my goodness! This post was hilarious! We have similar cat issues!
Our cat’s name is Prince Phillip (from when our little girl was hooked in Sleeping Beauty), and he is so fat that most think he’s a dog when he walks in the room.
And I love that once we get the kids to sleep there will be a moment of silence, and then the cat will start crying. Unbelievable!
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We have two cats that work in diabolical tandem; one does the yowling while the other paws open the cupboards in the kitchen and lets them slam Slam SLAM shut.
My weekend involves going to TwinsFest, picking up my wedding veil, and eating lots of cheese.
I love your cat and yet am glad she is not mine to deal with. However, we have 4 cats and therefore are crazy.
My husband will be occupied with his eBay while I will be enjoying the frigid festivities at the St. Paul Winter Carnival. Pictures to follow.
argh, i hate cats! i grew up with them, but i refuse to ever own one. again. never.
we have the cute tinkling bell hanging on our door and our dog uses it to let us know its time to go out, although lately, she’s totally been abusing the system!
Hey, I have a cat just like that! She’s even solid black! I swear sometimes I just want to kill her because she just WILL. NOT. STOP. with the yelling. And do you know what she wants? Why, she wants me to sit down so she can get in my lap. That’s all. And the yelling, it is constant.
No big plans this weekend, I think I might paint our spare bedroom. Woo!
We’re taking the Biscuit to Legoland on Saturday and putting up that mailbox that we neglected last weekend to “erect”.
okay - first off, we have a biker bar in Garner? I just moved there from N Raleigh and still befuddled by the lack of bookstore. But I can get to Target in less than ten minutes.
secondly. Cats are evil beasts at times. Our oldest firmly believes that dinner (8p) is whenever it gets dark. This results in much whining, begging looks and finally the most horrible - the silent cry. It rips your heart open to see this. If you pass him though too many times, you will get your ankles swiped at…which can be rather painful. And of course, if he meows….two others come running in thinking they’re all about to be fed and they don’t want to miss it!
Weekend theory? Getting my car’s passenger side mirror put back on. Yep, I knocked it off with a cook-out ordering fiasco a few years only to have the cold finally do it the temporary holding job we had rigged. *sigh* There’s probably unpacking, photo hanging, touch up painting and cleaning out the shed of stuff in my future as well.
My sister is having her baby on Saturday so my weekend consists of sitting, waiting, tuning out annoying relatives and then trying not to sob uncontrollably when I see the kid. I mostly posted to suggest you go to dinner instead of the movie. JaK’s in the U District to be exact. Get the “UFO” when they ask about how you want your potatoes. They will ruin every other kind of potato dish you could ever eat, but it’s worth it. I get the chicken, which is delish, but the steak is apparently the best in Seattle.
Children of Men was awesome. If you’re into fantastic Clive Owen and “oh my God, the world is ending!” styles of film, this is perfect. You will be thrilled to see the munchkin after the movie.
I’m going to check out the Children’s Film Fest in Seattle this weekend.
http://www.nwfilmforum.org/cinemas/kids_fest_2007.php
Children of Men! Fo sho! Trust me. And I’m so happy I get to say I’m doing something interesting this weekend! I’m starring (ha ha) in a horror movie trailer. More specifically a “Grindhouse” trailer for a contest to be judged by Robert Rodrigez. So I’ll be spending the wee hours of the nights this weekend in 70’s high waist pants, covered in caro-syrup-blood and screaming. P.S. My black cat, Olive, yells too. She’s also a major bitch, I think it has something to do with black cats. She is an inside cat though, so I only have to deal with her verbal abuse when I walk towards the vicinity her empty food dish - or breath too deeply when she is sleeping on my lap. Luckily she is also extremely sweet and affectionate otherwise I would have fed her to the neighbor’s pitbull a long time ago.
To Kerri - Me too. Unemployed. My suggestion is to start out with a walk or yoga or some other exercise every morning. For me it’s the only thing that gets me up (since I don’t have to) and starting my day and it kind of keeps the depression at bay too. Good luck!
Children of Men is excellent, as is Pan’s Labyrinth. Either is an excellent choice, though one is more of a snooty indy-film in Spanish than the other.
Pan’s Labyrinth! I think you’d love it.
Children of Men!!! Rocks!
also, have you seen mirror mask? for real! a mind blower.
I think Quiana just made up my mind to see Children of Men this week-end. I love dystopian end-of- the world things, but my co-worker (who generally does not like these kinds of movies) saw it and said she didn’t like it. I should have known she wasn’t an accurate predictor because I love both “fantastic Clive Owen and ‘oh my God, the world is ending!’ styles of film” Luckily my husband also enjoys both too (CO in a different way from me, but still in a man love kind of way, not that there’s anything wrong with that, anyway) so I can likely convince him to get a sitter and see it.
I can SOOOOOOOO sympathize with the yowling of Cat and the paralyzing fear of nap disturbance because I have to deal every. damn. day. with my psychotic dog. He goes apeshit every time anything or anyone comes anywhere near our house. It’s like his Alert-o-meter is permanently stuck on 11 or Red or Defcon 5 or whatever the hell is the highest. Thank God he’s protecting us from all the children and SQUIRRELS in the neighborhood since we all know how dangerous they can be . . . *sigh*
Go, go, go and see Pan’s Labyrinth!!! We saw it last weekend on one of our semi-annual movie outings and it was wonderful! It’s pretty dark and more than a little disturbing in a couple of scenes but nothing is done gratuitously.
Go see Children of Men. You will NOT be sorry!! My husband and I finally got out for a date night a couple weekends ago and saw it, and I can say it was well worth the fret over finding a babysitter!
Check out this picture my friend took of my cat last weekend: http://flickr.com/photos/feistyscribe/367740082/in/photostream/
Children of Men is an excellent movie! Very bleak, dystopian, end-of-the-world kind of stuff that is beautifully done (and Clive Owen is just plain beautiful). My husband actually just went and saw it a second time. It is violent, but it is contextual violence. Highly, highly recommend you guys go see it.
This weekend? Since I am 5 months pregnant and milking it for all it’s worth, I plan on doing some napping, reading and snacking. These weekends of leisure and sleeping are not here for long…
I will busy with my never-ending process of clearing out, packing up and cleaning for an anticipated house sale and move that seems like it will never happen. Saturday morning, impromptu garage sale.
Saturday afternoon I’ll be attending a memorial luncheon for my surrogate mother who passed away last Sunday from cancer, which sucks all kinds of ass. Then my own mother is flying into town later that day for a week. A WEEK.
Somewhere in there I’m going to have to get drunk.
Ditto on the Pan’s Labyrinth suggestion. Although I feel someone should warn you that there is a face-slicing-up part. Just a little FYI, you know, because I wished someone had warned me. Heebie jeebies, for real.
Sometimes it’s best for all involved to crate the cat with her food, water and catbox and put her in the basement or out on the porch. (This often works when you have two cats having a hissy fit because one is just looking at the other… put them in a carrier together on the porch for half an hour.)
It probably also wouldn’t hurt to have her checked out at the vet, just to make sure there’s nothing going on physically (like a UTI).
Has anything else changed recently in her environment?
Then again, sometimes cats just defy all logic and are difficult. Cute, but difficult. Good luck.
I talk to my cat like that, too - but mine’s not a yowler, he’s a puker. We have to limit his food and measure it carefully twice a day or he gorges and then throws up. He also kneads you, and will lean down and bite your arm while you’re petting him - I think they’re love bites but it’s weird anyway. I’m glad other people enjoy tormenting their cats back (mine is scared of every single little noise ever made, including someone walking within 10 feet of him).
Okay, in other information: this weekend I’m going to a yoga class with my mom (yay!) and who knows what’s happening after that. I’m too excited about yoga to think past it, and I haven’t actually talked to my husband to make plans in days, because he’s started a new job and we haven’t seen each other (boo-hoo). I do know I’m not planning to do any schoolwork, because DAMN is it hard being back at college again, and I feel OLD there (I’m 27), and I need the weekend to recuperate from this trying first week.
Have a great weekend!
Love the pic of Cat with the baby bib…I would have done that too. Haven’t seen Children of Man but Clive Owen is definitely a hunk of manbeef….so it must be good. :) This weekend we will be cleaning as well. We are putting our home on the market and need to make it look like we have plenty of room in our closets. Ha! Have a good one!
I just started reading your blog and it has effectively filled the final remaining days of my time here with this employer before we have our first babe. This weekend we hope to GIVE BIRTH! PLEASE IF THERE IS A GOD - we are due tomorrow! PS. I may have teared up watching Riley’s birthday video and I may have also sent it onto many many people… he is such a dollface!
OH and I also have an insane cat - whose current obsession is sneaking into the baby’s room and cozying into the corner of our soon to be’s Moses Basket - She scoffed at me this morning confused when I kicked her out of the room that we obviously must have prepared for HER!
Wow, Cat is even more diabolical than my own scheming feline. That’s impressive!
I saw _Children of Men_ two weeks ago and LOVED it. It was a heartbreaker, but I definitely, definitely recommend it.
And since you asked, weekend plans:
Tonight, oddly enough, I’ve been invited to a surprise party being thrown for one of my favorite teachers from high school. It sort of makes sense that a friend of mine from high school now teaches there, but it’s still a weird feeling. I’m hoping it’s not totally awkward and weird.
Tomorrow I work all day, and then I’m kidsitting in the evening.
Sunday, again with the working all day. Then, a bunch of my girlfriends are coming over for pizza and games. Should be good times :D
Gee, I never realized how good my cat really is, after reading all of your posts. Mocha is occasionally insane late at night, prowling the halls, pouncing on her imaginary prey, yowling and scratching at doors, but mostly she just likes to be in the bed with us, licking our foreheads and/or shins. It’s pretty cute, even if her breath does smell like rotten fish shit.
Ooh, we have such an exciting weekend planned. My husband and I will pawn our son off on his grandparents while we study for the bar exam, which is in approximately 4 weeks. (Lawyers, don’t ever move from the state in which you originally took your bar exam in. This SUCKS). Perhaps I will get to do some laundry, too. Yipee. Have a good one, all!
I rarely comment, but read regularly… what am I doing this weekend? Laundry. Cleaning and dusting. Going to a birthday bbq. Laundry. Reading for grad school. Laundry. Oh, yeah, and more laundry. How do two people generate so much laundry!?!??
I have been known to grab sweet Dixie roughly by the scruff of her neck and hiss nastily into her bewildered face when she barks at someone/something/nothing at the front door while Theo is asleep. Poor sweet doggie. But shut the hell up when the baby is sleeping!
We’re going back to our routine of sweeping and vacuuming this weekend because we didn’t last weekend and by mid-week Theo was sporting a snot-and-dog-hair mustache from crawling around. And I’m doing laundry, woo! If we can stand to have any more fun than that and the weather holds, maybe we’ll go geocaching.
This Saturday is the Pinewood Derby for Cub Scouts. Registration starts at 8 and the races begin at 9 so there goes my one morning to sleep in. Sunday is church in the morning and Youth Supper/Children’s Choir practice in the evening with lots of Sloth and Gluttony in between. And I thought my cat was the only yowly pain in the ass. At least I’m in good company.
Welllllllll…. I am going to a lovely Mexican restaurant with the monster and my sister Friday night where I will celebrate finally getting a part time job. I am sure he won’t sit in the highchair and I am sure I won’t get to enjoy the avocado margarita cause he will be throwing stuff at everyone.
Saturday, I am throwing a champagne brunch for three of my favorite people. I am in charge of muffins and fruit.
Sunday, i have to take a cpr class. not fun. and i have to try and find parking at the college.
I enjoyed Children of Men - have yet to see Pan’s although I plan to see it soon. My buddies and I are doing some snowshoeing+snow camping this weekend. I only hope to return with all my fingers and toes intact.
GO SEE THE MOVIE!!! SOOOOOOO GOOD. and yea, you’re right about the Clive
Definitely go see Children of Men. It’s gory, beautifully shot, challenging and paced well. Although, it would be nice if you could squeeze in a quick dinner somewhere too!
I vote for dinner out. AND a movie!
My weekend will consist of shopping for a new carseat for Wren…errand running…getting XM satellite radio installed in my car…and on Sunday a trip to Herndon (NoVA) to hang out with friends. And go shopping. For fabric. I am such a geek. And maybe boring.
Free Origins mini-facial, color consultation and paraffin dip (ie, I will drop $75 on crap I don’t need).
Possibly painting the living room so we can move in an assload of IKEA furniture during bf’s employee discount sale on Tuesday (35% off!!).
Applying for jobs out the ass because I work for The Devil. Must find new job yesterday.
Oh, and sleeping in. Like, going to bed here at 10:00 and sleeping till noon. Fuck yeah! (america…fuck yeah)
if you do go see children of men, review expected! ive only heard fabulous stuff [and who could not love the dashingly handsome mr owens?]
as for this weekend, im working friday, saturday AND sunday. wootwoot a threepete. 12 hour nights [7p to 7a baby!] running around like a crazy woman on the hematology/oncology/bone marrow transplant floor. how dare these kids up and get cancer and force me to work the weekend.? [sarcasm, duh. i JEST. i KID. i LOVE my job, when the hospital administration is attempting to royally screw me…]
“Children of Men” was awesome. Lots of excitement, but also some very funny and tender points, and interesting symbolism. (Though could somebody please tell me the point of the catatonic wife of Michael Caine’s character? I don’t really understand what that character added to the film …)
Anyway, I don’t have children, but I do have two cats and will now proceed to bore you with them. One, the younger, tended to wake me up a lot in the middle of the night, but it would go in seasons. After one particularly bad week, when I was ready to do murderous violence to my beloved pet, I looked at her face and realized she was just as tired as I was. Long story short, I went to see a doctor, was diagnosed with sleep apnea, and since I started receiving treatment, Cleo sleeps through the night. I had been waking the poor thing up in the middle of the night when I snored/stopped breathing.
Hey there!
Seriously, I cannot imagine how long it takes for you to read ALL these comments…I get ecstatic when anyone reads my blog, so I read the one comment over and over again. Heheh. I’m kidding.
In response to your question: This weekend, I am probably going to spend that $200 gift certificate my hubby and I got for Xmas at that posh decorating store they have on that posh street we never hang out on. Then we’ve got some dishes to do. Yay. Then I’ll probably get my ass kicked at Wii Sports Tennis again, just like last night. Then some cleaning, maybe Sunday. We’ll see.
About Cat: I know where you’re at with this whole Cat thing. Our Cat (his name is Boo) is a naughty, naughty little assmunch. We call him Lil’ Fucker sometimes. He has actually figured out how to open doors. So he stands up, grabs the door handle, pulls, and pushes the door with his body. Door is open. He walks right into the bathroom and sits on the edge of the tub, watching me shower. Little Perv. I start freezing, because it’s minus a gazillion here in Quebec these days, and there is not heat in the hallway. So I get out of the shower to shut the door, effectively shutting the cat in the bathroom with me. He walks over to the door, pulls on the doorknob again, and pulls the door towards him. More freezing on my part, and Boo is gone. Naughty Lil’ Fucker. But soooo cute.
Cheers!
Last night I went to see The Machine (a pink floyd cover band) for my friends 21’st birthday. The rest of the weekend is downtime for my liver. (and really, the rest of my body as well)
The weekend is way in progress, and so far, it’s consisted of welcoming home my hubs from a business trip, studying a book for an upcoming test, and working on some freelance projects. Tomorrow will be some swimming, more writing, and more studying. And some real work, which is annoying.
As for Cat, well, yeah, I get that. Cats kind of pale in comparison to dogs, and then babies, and then before you know it, they’re relegated to the whiny pain in the ass in the corner.
I’ve read that older cats may start yowling if (a) they are getting a little senile, or (b) their vision and/or hearing are deteriorating (I’m sure there are other possible explanations too). At about 15, my little guy started yowling up the stairs when there was nobody upstairs, and at about 16 he was yowling loudly at odd hours (like, the kind of yowling where the neighbors must have wondered what kind of torture we were performing on our poor old cat). It may be part of the whole kitty cycle o’life… but you may want to take Cat in for a checkup and get the vet’s opinion.
i have a black cat, too and she is neurotic - paces around the perimeter of the room many times before laying down. sometimes before bedtime, i will play ‘i’m gonna get you’ and chase her around for 5 minutes or so - this seems to burn off some of her energy and settle her down AND she loves it. also i feed her at 10 PM in the basement (not a dungeon, rather a nice basement with her own cat hair infested couch & nice big sliding door for viewing birds, deer, squirrel, blowing leaves) and she tends to be sleepy after she eats or will want to wash up for three hours. close the basement door & it’s quiet sleeping for us. took a while to get her used to this bedtime routine (after living in an all access apartment for her first three years) but it was worth it. unfortunately if you do not have a basement or room you can put them in for the night (that is far away from your bedroom) then this won’t work for you…
aw, the stinky, yowly little marvelous martian black cat, we love you anyway.
Can you blame the cat for seeking revenge for that? Yikes!!!
I have a cat who yowls all the time too, but then she does cute shit like lay next to me and curl her little paw and touch my face while purring and making the CUTEST KITTY FACE EVER. I do, however, wish I could figure out why the only time she wants to be picked up is right when I get out of the shower. Seriously. She starts the pawing and meowing as soon as I open the curtain.
(My obnoxious one is a black cat too. Maybe the people who started that superstition about them being bad luck were really just annoyed?)
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