Two funny interactions today
Jul. 31st, 2014 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justalurkrThis morning, the cats:
The cats know my morning routine very well and have always taken steps to sabotage it where possible. Clothes laid out for the day on the bed immediately acquire a parked, theoretically immovable feline, for example.
This morning, I was in the dress, brush teeth, put on shoes and leave sequence. For the past few weeks, Rodney has made sure to be curled up in my chair in the living room so I can't sit down and put on shoes. I've been giving him a pat, saying "Nice try," and sitting on the sofa. Today, I gave Rodney a pat, said "Nice try," and turned to find the six-foot sofa entirely occupied by a 9 pound girlcat.
They both looked so pleased with themselves, you could almost see the fuzzy fistbump across the living room.
This afternoon, my fellow prepper wannabe:
Me: So, I saw a vid about things that will give away your position when bugging out on the downlow. Kids were at the top of the list (long story, boils down to trying to convince his putative fiancee they don't want kids,) but I was most interested in the part about being all cammo'd up.
He: ...
Me: Well, it would have been nice to know before popping for military surplus backpack and sleep system.
He: LOL
Me: At least I'll be wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Besides, who suspects a middle-aged woman of being a prepper?
He: Wait, you mean you're going to change clothes when SHTF?
Me: Strictly from a practical shoes standpoint, duh. But that's what I wear when I'm not at work, and I'm pretty sure our mutual employer has a business continuity plan that precludes cutting us loose early for something so paltry as the end of the world.
He: Yeah, like that's ever happened before. Excuses, excuses.
Me: "My house is in pieces and there are evil gangs roving the streets." Our Employer: "Yeah, but you checked in on the I'm OK line, so you can come in, right?"
Both: (pretty much losing containment in rueful glee.)
I am easily amused.
The cats know my morning routine very well and have always taken steps to sabotage it where possible. Clothes laid out for the day on the bed immediately acquire a parked, theoretically immovable feline, for example.
This morning, I was in the dress, brush teeth, put on shoes and leave sequence. For the past few weeks, Rodney has made sure to be curled up in my chair in the living room so I can't sit down and put on shoes. I've been giving him a pat, saying "Nice try," and sitting on the sofa. Today, I gave Rodney a pat, said "Nice try," and turned to find the six-foot sofa entirely occupied by a 9 pound girlcat.
They both looked so pleased with themselves, you could almost see the fuzzy fistbump across the living room.
This afternoon, my fellow prepper wannabe:
Me: So, I saw a vid about things that will give away your position when bugging out on the downlow. Kids were at the top of the list (long story, boils down to trying to convince his putative fiancee they don't want kids,) but I was most interested in the part about being all cammo'd up.
He: ...
Me: Well, it would have been nice to know before popping for military surplus backpack and sleep system.
He: LOL
Me: At least I'll be wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Besides, who suspects a middle-aged woman of being a prepper?
He: Wait, you mean you're going to change clothes when SHTF?
Me: Strictly from a practical shoes standpoint, duh. But that's what I wear when I'm not at work, and I'm pretty sure our mutual employer has a business continuity plan that precludes cutting us loose early for something so paltry as the end of the world.
He: Yeah, like that's ever happened before. Excuses, excuses.
Me: "My house is in pieces and there are evil gangs roving the streets." Our Employer: "Yeah, but you checked in on the I'm OK line, so you can come in, right?"
Both: (pretty much losing containment in rueful glee.)
I am easily amused.
