Pastpossum - Decidedly Ambivalent

It hasn't rained in a while so they've had to go to the public pool.

Due to a sad and unfortunate incident two days ago, blue jays now follow the cat around and scream at him. Sometimes they dive at him.

It wasn't even his fault and he didn't do anything. He would have, because he is a cat, but he didn't. He was just there. The real killer was a snake, and he has a witness.

cat show

midnight

me: if I fall asleep right this minute I can get five and a half hours of sleep before I get up for work

12:15 am

me <staring angrily into the dark>

12:30 am

me <finally starting to drift off a little, still angry>

12:45 am

my cats: IT'S TIME FOR A RODEO! WE'RE GONNA HAVE WRASSLIN' AND RACIN', RIOT AND RUMPUS! WE'LL DO A SPECIAL HALFTIME ACROBATICS EXHIBITION ROUTINE AND CONFIRM THAT GRAVITY STILL WORKS! THEN IT'S BACK TO CHAOS AND PANDEMONIUM WITH RUNNING AMOK IN A BARREL-RACING GRAND FINALE! YEEEEEE-HAAAAAAW!

me: FML <pulling pillow over face>

Party crash

Last night I dreamed that I had ordered a bike part (I don't bike) and hadn't gotten it, so thinking it might have been delivered to an old address I went back to the apartment I lived in 25 years ago and wandered into what seemed to maybe be a small gathering of gods or something there. One randomly hugged me and they were mostly nice to me, except one kept threatening to pick me up and cuddle me so that he could hear me better.

I don't think I found the bike part, though.

watch the weather with your cat

Very little sleep the past couple of days and that in short, separate chunks, because the older dog is sick with some kind of stomach trouble and has repeatedly woken me up desperately needing outside (she has now been given canned pumpkin with Fortiflora, yogurt to come, fingers crossed). When I have slept, dreams have been vivid and detailed. One yesterday morning included an ominous, jangly song about "Watch the weather with your cat" complete with a little of the music video, which showed a standard issue gray tabby face looking at a CRT TV (I could even see the slight curve of the glass in the screen). So if any up and coming musicians are looking for a way to not become rich and famous, there you go.

Kind of wish I remembered a little more of that.

Squirrels get thirsty, too. He got some strong toes.