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Bring on the cold
Apr. 23rd, 2009 09:49 pmWinter is coming. Today has been windy, and the last two days have been cool enough that I've brought out my woolen jerseys.
Owing to said cold, Tigra has discovered the joys of sleeping under the blankets - and at approximately four a.m, Boomer decided to investigate what the wriggly purry lump was. Via pouncing.
After a few repetitions of BOING.... purrpurrpurr BOING... prrrrr BOINGBOING ... both Tigra and I got a little upset. Tigra exited the blankets, and with the aid of my foot, Boomer BOINGed off the bed.
They were dragged to the vet, also, for a final set of vaccinations and a weighing (seeing as they were there). Tigra has nearly doubled in size in the last month or so. And Boomer's not far off it. Not that I'll entirely mind when they're grown cats hogging all available sunbeams and sleeping 23 hours of the day - it will be a lot more peaceful at o'dark hundred without kittens kneading my face or jumping on my toes - but the kitten stage is wonderful.
Also, Boomer eats spiders. Watching him catch them can be quite adorable.
Work is not so adorable. I am glad I have a week off next week, as my tolerance for stupid is rapidly decreasing. Between being yelled at because I didn't answer the phone to someone trying to report an outage (because I was busy reporting said outage to the system admins), taking five minutes toilet break on a solo shift to return to a phonecall of I'VE BEEN WAITING ON HOLD FOR HOURS AND HOURS THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE (for a problem that would've been solved with a reboot), and various other acts of irrational dumb.. I will be glad for the break.
Five glorious days to sit in my nice warm lounge in toesocks and my poncho, playing with (or being ignored by) kittens, and relaxing with my beloved. Sounds like bliss...
Owing to said cold, Tigra has discovered the joys of sleeping under the blankets - and at approximately four a.m, Boomer decided to investigate what the wriggly purry lump was. Via pouncing.
After a few repetitions of BOING.... purrpurrpurr BOING... prrrrr BOINGBOING ... both Tigra and I got a little upset. Tigra exited the blankets, and with the aid of my foot, Boomer BOINGed off the bed.
They were dragged to the vet, also, for a final set of vaccinations and a weighing (seeing as they were there). Tigra has nearly doubled in size in the last month or so. And Boomer's not far off it. Not that I'll entirely mind when they're grown cats hogging all available sunbeams and sleeping 23 hours of the day - it will be a lot more peaceful at o'dark hundred without kittens kneading my face or jumping on my toes - but the kitten stage is wonderful.
Also, Boomer eats spiders. Watching him catch them can be quite adorable.
Work is not so adorable. I am glad I have a week off next week, as my tolerance for stupid is rapidly decreasing. Between being yelled at because I didn't answer the phone to someone trying to report an outage (because I was busy reporting said outage to the system admins), taking five minutes toilet break on a solo shift to return to a phonecall of I'VE BEEN WAITING ON HOLD FOR HOURS AND HOURS THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE (for a problem that would've been solved with a reboot), and various other acts of irrational dumb.. I will be glad for the break.
Five glorious days to sit in my nice warm lounge in toesocks and my poncho, playing with (or being ignored by) kittens, and relaxing with my beloved. Sounds like bliss...
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