Saturday, April 14, 2007
THE LITTLE SHITHEAD IS WALKING VOLUNTARILY!!!
And the more fuss we make (we make a lot of fuss) the more she walks, and I'm so happy I could poo. Maybe the tendonitis in my 'good' wrist from lifting her will go away some time in the next year. I'm so happy.
Happy about the walking thing, anyway. However I do have a lesson for all of you:
Never take painkillers and try to cast on anything. It's not going to end well. Ever. Don't bother trying. Don't tell yourself you'll count real careful this time. JUST. DON'T. DO. IT.
For those of you who have cats, I'm having a problem with mine and I need to know what the cat response would be. (I've never lived with groups of cats, so I've never had a chance to observe them.) When the cat's been sleeping on me for a long time (four hours or more) and I move, she bites me. I know she's biting to keep me still, but I'm damn tired of being bitten. (We're not talking mean nasty stuff here. I'm sure if I had fur, it wouldn't leave a mark. Unfortunately, I DON'T have fur, and it HURTS.) So what would the cat response be? What do they do in these situations when they're sleeping all jumbled together in a pile? 'Cause I'm pretty sure my response last night (grab cat by scruff, shake vigorously, and throw), isn't quite getting the message across. It just assures we're both pissed.
And in a case of saving the best news for last (okay, the almost-best news, I'm sorry, but The Baby walking is better than just about everything, possibly even chocolate), Bells has given me the honor of naming me as a Thinking Blogger. To paraphrase, I say smart things and give people food for thought. I'm very flattered, thank you. (Bells' post about it can be read here, and the original start of the award system can be read here.) I want to say something profound about blogging and the internet and community, and I get to name my own five favorite thought-provoking blogs, but I'm going to do it another day - probably tomorrow. Profundity isn't happening tonight. But thank you very much, Bells, for making me feel like I have my act together.
at 7:33 PM