1/24/12 – Tuesday

by @ 6:00 am on January 24, 2012. Filed under Fostering, Life

Haaaaaaaaave you checked out Dinosaurs Can’t Eat Pizza?

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Speaking of DCEP, in Nance’s recipe for Mochies, when she said unsweetened baking chocolate. Who the fuck keeps that crap in their house?, I laughed. Because, hello. What the hell else am I supposed to keep between my giant bag of walnuts and my bottle of homemade vanilla extract?

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(The walnuts are for the Chickadees. When I remember to put them out, anyway.)

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We got a crapton (sorry to be so technical) of rain Sunday night/ Monday morning, and when Fred went to work at 4:30 yesterday morning, he got part of the way there and then had to turn around and go a different way to work because there was water across the road.

Before he left work yesterday afternoon, he stopped by a coworker’s cubicle to chat for a minute. Fred told him about the water across the road and how he’d had to turn around.

His coworker gasped.

“How will you get home?” he asked worriedly.

Good lord.

(He did not, as I would have, said “The same way I got to work, ya think?”, just said “I’m sure it’ll be dried up by now.”)

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Yesterday ended up being a mostly sunny day, and instead of snuggling up on the couch under a blanket of cats, I got a lot of stuff done around the house that desperately needed doing. Stuff like vacuuming the house, and then taking my Dyson apart and cleaning it using these here instructions.

Two things of note regarding the cleaning of the Dyson: (1) Yes, I’m back to Dyson. Dyson, why can’t I quit you? I tried like three different vacuum cleaners, and nothing works on our combination of rugs and hardwood floors as well as the Dyson does. I just need to accept that I’m a Dyson girl through and through. I bought this one during a Woot-off, and I would say I’ve probably had it about six months. It’s been doing really well until, oh, about the last month. I take the filter out regularly and rinse it, and I checked all the traps and nothing was blocking anything, and thus the reason I decided to give it a good clean. Which leads me to number (2) Guess what? My Dyson has TWO filters. And the filter I didn’t know about, the MAIN filter, the one that catches all the crap? It was NAS-TAY. It took me at least ten minutes of running water through the damn thing to get it clean. You’re supposed to give it 24 hours for the filters to dry, but I’m going to give mine ’til Thursday just to be safe. What? I am NOT using it as an excuse to not vacuum again ’til Thursday. I’m NOT!

I also went out and checked on the dogs and chickens and ducks. The pond is now full – it’s not full to the brim, but it’s certainly a full pond (which you’ll see for yourself come Thursday). I took a cup of chicken scratch out to the pond and the chickens accompanied me out. The ducks eventually came out, too, and wandered around for a while but didn’t go for a swim.

You know, it really doesn’t sound like I did all that much yesterday, does it? I also went out and cleaned the inside of my windshield, and organized the zillions of reusable grocery bags in the back seat, because I’ve been intending to do that forever. Then, knowing that I’d put in a full day’s work (hey, I did laundry and cleaned the kitchen, too!), I laid down on the couch with Miz Poo and half-watched The Real Housewives of Atlanta while I played Words with Friends.

Today’s the day I’m going to clean and straighten the garage. Maybe I’ll vacuum out the car, too. I’ve got to get that stuff done – today’s going to be sunny, but then the crappy weather’s going to move in again, and I need to be able to hibernate with no guilty “I need to do this!” thoughts harassing me.

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Someone asked in the comments yesterday if Lucy is still “cockeyed”, and the answer is that yes, she is still slightly cross-eyed. Sometimes she’s more cross-eyed than other times, and honestly sometimes I can’t quite tell the two girls apart. When I brought them home, Lucy was wearing a collar, but I took it off, and now I wish I’d left it on because it would make identifying who’s who in pictures much easier. Everett’s easy to ID because of his white whiskers, but the girls are a little more difficult to tell apart.

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But I do know that this is Lucy!

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And Everett and Sally. I’m also pretty sure that’s Alice right there. Nothing gets by me, y’know.

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He’s gone from one white whisker to two on each side!

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Everett in mid-air, having jumped up after the feather teaser. It kind of looks like someone threw him, doesn’t it?

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All three Peppers. That’s Sally in the front, Lucy in the middle, Everett to the right with his crazy white whiskers.

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Jake gets involved. I’m calling it a feather teaser, but it’s actually Da Bird, which I’ve read about on other cat blogs for months, and finally decided to get one for our cats. It moves like a bird, and I’m pretty sure Jake thinks it’s a real bird. He flies through the air, grabs it, and then will run through the house with it in his mouth if we let go of the pole.

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Even Miz Poo is interested!

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And Alice.

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Everett had to take a rest. Note Corbie back there, all “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m staying out of the way!”

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The Peppers and Alice Mo. (Please do not get the wrong impression, here. Alice Mo has no use for those Peppers. But they’re on the area of the couch where the heating bed is located, and so she’ll put up with being near them for some of the heat.)

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Left to right: Jake, Tommy, and Elwood, all snuggled up for nap time.

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2011: It was a slipper. No wonder it wouldn’t purr.
2010: Update on Gus & Mike (now Topher & Dorian)
2009: No entry.
2008: The Annoying of the Poo, a step-by-step instructional guide.
2007: I’d sell all the kitties into kitty slavery for an iPhone.
2006: “Y’all shut UP. I don’t hear you complaining when you run around FARTING on everyone.”
2005: Letters.
2004: No entry.
2003: I swear, I have no control over my body sometimes.
2002: The shithole on Goddard Street.
2001: Lucky for her I’ve calmed down to a growling grumpiness, or it wouldn’t be a very good time to be the spud.
2000: We’re a pathetic lot, aren’t we?

11 Responses to “1/24/12 – Tuesday”

  1. devil says:

    I hardly ever see three black kitties together. Those pics are awesome…gorgeous kitties.

    Thanks a ton for the Dyson-cleaning link. Mine could use a good go-over, too.

    My Dyson also has two filters so I bought backups for each so I don’t have to wait to vacuum after rinsing them out. Because, you know, Heaven forbid I have to wait a day or so without a vacuum readily available. FFS.

    • Miz Robyn says:

      I need to get extra filters, too. You never know when there’s going to be an emergency that requires a vacuum cleaner. (Though I suppose in a pinch I could always go out to the garage and get one of the crappy backup vacuums!) I also need one of those mini turbine hand thingies to get the hair off the cat trees. If I’m not careful, I could spend as much on accessories as the vacuum itself cost. 🙂

  2. Christine says:

    I know you hate when people come to your door but I am suprised to see you actually have a desk in front of it. That is your front door, right?

    • Miz Robyn says:

      It is the front door, but the desk doesn’t usually sit there. We moved it over there for a little while on Saturday so the cats could have more room to jump. 🙂 (Also, anyone we WANT to see knows to come to the side door!)

      • Annette R. says:

        In my family most of us use the back doors of our homes more. A knock at the front door means a stranger or some type of annoyance usually. It’s like the three dimensional world equivalent of Unknown Caller on Caller ID.

  3. Beth in Long Island says:


    “We moved it over there for a little while on Saturday so the cats could have more room to jump.”

    No, your kitties don’t have you wrapped around their paws. No indeed. Snort.

  4. Gina says:

    I love the Tommy sandwich!

    Speaking of vacuums. A valuable life lesson: One should not furminate the dog/cat in the house without first checking that the vacuum is working correctly.

  5. Betsy says:

    I spent the morning complimenting myself on the fact that I created a wonderful cat toy by rolling up a long piece of duct tape into a tube for my cat to chase. Then I come here and find that you have a cat toy that acts like a real bird. It’s a good thing my cat can’t read this because I’m sure he’d start feeling really deprived if he knew there were cats with honest to god bird toys, and all he has is a piece of duct tape.

  6. Kathy W. says:

    I seem to always have an expired/gray/gross block of baking chocolate on an upper shelf somewhere.

    Hey, can we get before and after pics of your garage? Guess it’s too late to ask, but I need some decluttering mojo.

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