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But I’ve run out, and need some new ones – not that the ones above aren’t kick-ass logos, ’cause they certainly are, but I’ve gotten used to having a new logo each month. The only rules are that the logo should have a white background, and if it doesn’t, it should have a border around it (like the one above), and be 400 x 100-150 pixels. That’s all – now get to work and send me what you’ve got!
(Bossy, aren’t I?)
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Someone asked in the comments to yesterday’s entry (hi
Amy!) how it is that we managed to get 5 cats to live in harmony.
I’d love to say that we had some kind of trick to make them get along, but there’s really nothing we’ve done to make it so. We’d bring home a new cat and just kind of throw it in the mix. The other cats would respond by hissing hysterically and running away, then relax after a certain amount of time went by. There’s the occasional fight, but it doesn’t happen all that often. Maybe it’s just that their personalities mesh fairly well, or that most of them are pretty laid-back. Possibly it’s because all the boys know that Miz Poo will kick the shit out of them if they don’t keep cool. Whatever it is, I have to say that I’m glad we don’t have to deal with too much fighting.
And speaking of cats fighting, I’m reminded of a story. This, I believe, was before Miz Poo joined the family, and it was definitely when we lived in the other house. I was sitting in the living room reading, and I heard the thump-thump-thump sounds of a heard of elephants running through the house. The sounds stopped, and then I heard a hysterically hissing cat.
“Hey!” I yelled. “Knock it off!” Laugh, but that tends to break up the fights, maybe ’cause the cats don’t want Mama to come over there and break it up herself.
A minute later, I heard
thump-thump-thump-HISS!, a brief pause, and then
thump-thump-thump-HISS!. This happened three or four more times, and I was just about to get up off my ass to investigate, when Spanky ran into view. Behind him were Spot, Fancypants, and Tubby. Spanky stopped, turned around to face them, and hissed hysterically. And then he ran off, with the three of them in pursuit.
I did break it up, but I’ve never seen anything like it since. The cat fights in our house only ever involve two cats. I have no idea what Spanky did to piss them all off so that they ganged up on him.
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There’s something new up in the
crafty blog, if you’re interested.
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We watched the last episode of
Out of Order last night. It was a pretty good series – the only thing that sucks is that, given the way cable series work, it’ll be 2005 before we see any more episodes.
I think Felicity Huffman poked my eye out with one of her nipples.
I watched
The Hours over the weekend, and at one point I paused the movie and called for Fred.
“Who does she remind you of?” I asked, pointing to the screen.
“The chick from
The West Wing,” he said.
“Well, no shit,” I said. It was Allison Janney on the screen. “But who else?”
He couldn’t come up with an answer.
“Doesn’t she look a LOT like Justine Bateman?” I suggested, and he immediately agreed.
Allison Janney
Justine Bateman
Surely we’re not the only ones who see the resemblance? I think it’s the eyes. Maybe the lips, too. And possibly the nose. In other words, y’know, the whole face.
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I’m sitting here with the windows in the computer room open, because the air conditioning was set on 70 (I turned it off before I opened the windows, so don’t give me shit, people), and I got cold. Miz Poo was sitting in the window watching the kids run back and forth, and then a mockingbird suddenly landed on the shepherd’s hook holding the hummingbird feeder, not two feet from the windows. He sat there for at least five minutes, chirping bitchily. I’m not sure what his problem was, but he wasn’t intimidated by Miz Poo at ALL, nor was he frightened when I walked up to the window and tapped on the glass. He didn’t fly off until I opened the front door.
“Yeah, I see you, you portly little cat. You don’t scare me!”
“You don’t scare me either, lady!”
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So, we’re leaving for Gatlinburg tomorrow morning at 8:30ish. Since I have to go feed the cats at the pet store and then come home and take a shower and finish packing before we go, that doesn’t leave me much time for writing an entry. Lucky for y’all, though, I have plenty of CAT PICTURES, so I’ll slap up a pictoral not only for tomorrow, but also for Friday. You lucky, lucky people.
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Snoozing on top of the monitor…
“Woman, MUST you flash that friggin’ bright light at me every time I get comfortable?”
“Yeeeees?”
A little sun and a stretch. What could make a Poo happier?]]>