So if you have ever been to our house you have heard stories of Bad Neighbor Kitty. We aren’t quite sure where he lives. He torments our cats by hanging out outside the windows. He torments us by peeing in our yard and knocking stuff over. He torments the neighborhood by sitting in the road and yowling for no reason. It’s a hoot. In that really annoying way. Anyhoo, the other day he caught a bird. One of the birds that lived in our backyard all spring. He saw me pull up and darted into the bushes. The bird just seemed to have bent feathers. I figured he’d be okay, not realizing that it couldn’t fly well, since it managed to fly into our backyard. Well apparently he has been grounded since. Because Richard was out with our cat Coco, who found the bird in the bushes and tried to bring it in the house. Yes, I said he tried to bring it into the house. Ew. So it turns out that Bad Neighbor Kitty has been toying with the mangled bird for the last 2 days because I have heard him yowling in the backyard in the night, and the little bird was clearly much worse off and bleeding.

What do we do? Clearly it’s nature (kinda) taking course. The little bird is at this point in the neighbor’s yard (Richard tried to move him and he managed to fly that far). I don’t think he’s long for this world, and I can hear Bad Neighbor Kitty close by… Yowling. 

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daniel · early evening · say it · ping it

An Engineer’s Guide to Cats (via).
YouTubery after the jump…

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daniel · late morning · say it · ping it

It totally feels like a Sunday morning. My body apparently has no idea I am about to drag it up to the shower in like 10 minutes. Poor thing.

But I do totally feel relaxed this morning. Richard has the cats out back with him while he enjoys his coffee in the sun. I had enough time to eat breakfast. Not a big breakfast, but toast is a luxury for a gay on the go. (Yes that means I skipped the gym again today. Shush up about it. I have committed to using the stairs at work and I have to change floors at least twice every ten minutes on the weekend. I am feelin it yo.)

Oh. And somebody brought home milk last night! So I have normal coffee today. *grin*

Anyway. I hope the weekend off people are having a swell time! 

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daniel · mid-morning · 4 comments · ping it

I am not sure how other people figure this out, but at our house there are some clear rules. More so in the morning. The first one up makes coffee and medicines/feeds the cats. The last one out of bed makes the bed. Makes sense, right? So when I got up this morning, it was totally within reason to expect there to be coffee, even if Richard had gotten up earlier and had already left the house. Totally within reason! But no. I awoke to nothing. He got up, took care of the cats, ate something, left me the plate to clean, showered, dressed, (all without coffee!?) and left. Knowing how he is about his morning coffee, I have decided that he was just being evil. Being late, as the excuse, will not be accepted. If he ATE, he had time to brew coffee.

So there I was, all bleary eyed, heading down to the kitchen to nothing. No coffee, just a plate. A dirty plate. What a suck-y way to start my off day. I work for the next 6 days straight, so Tuesdays are supposed to be nice and relaxing… *sigh*

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daniel · mid-morning · 1 comment · ping it

I had to seriously sit down this morning… erm, tonight, and ask myself this question: What day is today?

I couldn’t quite figure it out! I had to look! You see, I had another overnight shift. I went in at 8 PM yesterday and came out at 5 AM. I was in bed well before 8 AM and just woke up an hour ago. At four. Can you even? And it was my second one in a week! So yeah. I am a bit confused. I drank a cup of coffee while contemplating cooking dinner. The sun was setting as I made my bed (why’d I bother with that?). Not to mention the poor cats feeding schedule. I am sure they are kinda pissed.

The best part was coming home this morning tho. As I came into the house, Richard was just waking up to get ready for work. We were clearly on totally different planets. Poor thing, all bleary eyed and confused and here I come all hyped from my day… erm, night at work. Heh. Yeah, we bickered.

Well, I guess I should shower and start my day night!

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daniel · early evening · 3 comments · ping it

I recorded a podcast tonight. I don’t think I am gonna post it. I am in a bad mood. I feel like hell. I work AGAIN tomorrow. I always work. It’s making me crazy. Oh my gawd. I am literally going crazy. I don’t even want to go anymore. December totally sucks. Anyhoo. So should it just be the lost episode? That podcast? Or should I still make my next one 49 (which is where we are at now) like this one never happened? A lost episode could be fun. But it needs to stay lost. All I do is bitch. I bitch about the cats, cat pee, work, and Richard. It’s a non-stop bitch session. Which, let’s face it, is more than usual.

You tell me…

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daniel · late at night · 4 comments · ping it

Today has been a pisser. First, I woke up too early. I didn’t wake up naturally. I had set my alarm wrong because I didn’t know when I had to go to work. Talk about starting the day on the wrong foot! I went back to bed, but it wasn’t the same. work was not bad, but my generally shitty mood effected my whole day. I came home to cat barf on the rug again and had a fit about it. The cats chew on my artificial centerpiece till they eat plastic and vomit. I find vomit too often. The centerpiece looks like hell now. I tossed the thing out finally. I actually had a complete fit about it. Coming home to a house that smelled like cat shit and stepping in barf and finding something destroyed made me snap inside. I missed the interview call, or she didn’t call. I am not sure, but there was no message on the machine and the phone didn’t ring. To top it off my new mic for the iPod recording doesn’t make a bit of difference in the car, even though I tested it yesterday in the car with the radio on. I have no idea why it won’t work, but it’s not the speakers. Must be the noise, but how the hell do other people record in a car?? That totally pisses me off.

I am going to go watch TV. 

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daniel · late evening · 1 comment · ping it

I was working on the fish tank when I heard something fall. I stopped what I was doing. One of the cats, Chanel, looked startled. I thought in that second that maybe the cats were playing. They do that. But the sound continued and Chanel was in front of me. I went up the stairs. What could they have knocked down? I turned the corner and there was Coco. I thought he was dying. He was at the foot of the stairs. His legs were all akimbo. He was rolling his head oddly and kept pressing his forehead into the bottom step. I was freaking out. I spoke his name calmly and put my hand out. He let me pet him and slowly steadied himself.

He wasn’t dying. He was dizzy. He had fallen down the stairs.

Now that I know he’s alright, nothing broken or anything, it’s kinda funny. What the hell? How did a cat fall down the stairs??? Should I worry? He is getting older…

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daniel · at some point · 1 comment · ping it

It was a long day at the work. I am a bit tired and moody. It is also very hot. I am sweating.

I am hot, moist, tired, and bitchy. Yuck.

We are also having a very embarrassing problem. I almost don’t want to discuss it. But I have too. It is vexing me. We have bugs up in our house. Or had?

Bugs! Fleas actually. Noticed them about a week and a half ago. Actually they were hard to miss as they were eating me alive. Flea bites are ugly too! Here we are in shorts season and my legs are covered in sores. Anyhoo, we properly freaked out and sprayed in the house and outside as well as chemicaled the cats. Seemed to make them fleas angry and a few survivors sought higher ground, namely my bed. So we freaked out some more. I laundered the sheets on the hottest settings possible, vacuumed everything, sprayed everything, and vacuumed again. We wondered where they were coming from… The cats? The outside? work? Couldn’t figure it out. Just as well, as it seemed to have passed. Until tonight. I felt something on my leg, looked down, and saw a flea. Dammit! I have no new bites, thank gawd.

So here I go spraying some more poison about the office. Richard thinks they are pretty much confined to this area right now. I, however, am pretty sure they might come home on my socks from work. Or Richard’s. Or both. We work with the filthy public all day in an enclosed carpeted place. I know that I have seen fleas at work. The brazen little things were on the top of a frequently used desk. Bastards! The bugs hop onboard and commute home with us to their doom. This house has to be pretty toxic to a variety of insects at this point.

Ew. I have to go shower now. And seep. I go back into my bug-infested place of employment at oh five hundred hours yo. (Is that 5 AM? I meant 5 AM...) I am wearing the OFF instead of cologne tomorrow. 

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daniel · evening · say it · ping it