Tuesday, June 19, 2007

And then...

...because we aren't on Bug Alert enough around here...

The other night, I fell asleep on the couch, while reading my new book. I was awakened at about two in the morning by the cat crashing around in the kitchen. The sound of her bumping into cabinets was acompanied by this REALLY LOUD skittering noise. I listened for a bit, figured the sound was due to a commando squad of three-inch-long cockroaches rapelling down the side of the refrigerator, thought "fuck that", and went to bed. (No need to wake up the rest of the house by going out there, taking a look, and screaming my lungs out, now, is there?)

Several hours later, I woke up again to hear the husbeast out in the kitchen, swearing and cursing, figured he was dealing with the commando roaches, snickered, and went back to sleep.

Last night he finally told me what had really happened: the cat was STILL crashing around in the kitchen at five AM and woke him, and unlike me, he went out to do battle. What he found was a cat so exausted she could barely move, and an uncooked pasta shell that the cat had apparently been chasing around the tile floor for three or four hours. He was quite irritated with the entire situation.

Sekhmet, you fucker.

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The Yarn Harlot has, today, posted quite a good rant about blogging and manners and the obvious. (Dude, what you post on your blog? The whole world can read that.) As always, she sums it all up perfectly. Available here.

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Don't you love when you put a baby down for a nap, and they spend an hour and a half jumping up and down in their crib, singing and calling the cat to rescue them? "Kitty! KITTY!!"

Meanwhile, Sekhmet lays in my knitting chair and snickers.

14 comments:

debsnm said...

Don't 'cha just LOVE a cat that never gives up???

Sheepish Annie said...

Life is never dull at the Samurai house...

Bubblesknits said...

Our cats do that, too, except it's usually with a piece of "vacuum cleaner bait" aka small toy that one of the kids left out. Why does it always have to be at 2am when they try to kill said toy? LOL

Also saw the Yarn Harlot's post. She has a wonderful point and I'd hate to be on the recieving end of that polite (yet thorough) verbal chastisement. She's one very classy lady.

Sarah said...

My cat plays like that but it's normally for 15 minutes max, thank goodness for fat cats :D

My kids yell for each other across the house because they don't want to nap, yea toddlers, argh

Sheepish annie was right it really is never dull at your home is it???

Amy Lane said...

Poor kitty... I bet that pasta shell was good and dead, wasn't it?

deirdre said...

Oh, the poor thing (she types while wiping tears of laughter from her eyes) - but really, the poor thing...

Theresa said...

The Yarn Harlot did nail that one, didn't she?

Poor kitty, she works hard to defend her home and her people have nothing but distain for her efforts.

Rachel H said...

I just had to pop in and say that a comment you left on a certain blog on April 18th advising that you had unsubscribed, and exactly why, is one of the best things I have ever seen in this knitblog community. Totally rocks. Thank you.

Susan Pandorf said...

LOL!LOL!LOL!LOL!!!!!!!!!!!

Julie said...

Rachel H, thank you for the vote of support... after I wrote it, I realized it was a bit strongly worded, but stopped myself from second-guessing and just hit 'post comment'.

In the long run, I'm glad I did.

Though I still need to clean up my language.

Becka - The Knitting Wounded said...

That is hysterical, I wish Stinker would do something cute when she keeps me up at night!

Kris Fletcher said...

Well, hell. I thought the boys were going to pee their pants, they were laughing so hard over the story of Sekhmet and the pasta. Of course, now they're begging for a cat ...

Alwen said...

I thought I was going to pee my pants laughing when I read that.

I think of my blog as either a postcard to the world (Having a great time, wish you were here, eh) or a very selective window where you can't see the Bionicle-covered floor. Not to mention my mom might be reading!

Catie said...

i laughed so hard about the pasta shell - my cat has been known to eat a moth (in the house oh the horror!) and then look for the moth (that was just eaten) for 20 minutes...