Lurker's Corner

 Sammi: (purrs and snoozes on my lap)
Rodney: (leaps like a mountain lion to my chest)
Rodney: (assumes full catloaf, looks smug)
Sammi: I keel heem! DED! 
Rodney: (yawns hugely)
Sammi: ...after nap

Either that, or he got a dose of vinegar and salt this morning. He's been stalking me around the house, expressing affection by means of paw swipes and toe nips. That's usually Sammi's deal.

I plan on apple cinnamon later.

Second, is object permanence a thing with cats?

I'm sitting in the chair with Rodney in the prime lap spot, flicking his tail like the smug, 300 pound tiger he is in his head. Sammi is glaring balefully from the floor.

I'm chilly because there's a blizzard going on three or four States north of here and flick the afghan up over my lap and coincidentally over Rodney, who thinks this is Best.

Sammi's little glower parts like the clouds letting in the sun because my lap, while lumpy, is now free and clear, and jumps up with a whole and happy heart...

...straight onto the cat having an "under the bedsheets" moment.

In other news, pls send bandaids.

Kroger had rib roast on sale for Christmas,which has led to a rediscovery of what prime cat torture roasting meat can be. They're taking turns prowling the apartment to find the source of the smell.

Work continues on the balcony outside.
( The view from my door )
And the adhesive!cat phenomenon continues inside:
( Seriously protected hoomin )

We're nearly at the end of a course of oral antibiotics for Sammi's sneeze and the end of my rope.

We've been through Tasmanian Devil, Possessed Purrito Blanket and the Eyes of Evil Under the Bed.

This morning, I wrestled Her Maj into my lap and reached for the bottle of kitty torture. Sammi suddenly went limp in full Dead Cat pose and sort of whimpered on the outbreath. I promptly dropped the bottle and loosened the arm around her.

POOF

I swear cats' superpowers include teleporting. She was laughing at me from under the bed for an hour.

Courtesy of amazon.com, which used way too big a box to ship my new egg toaster and then left it out in the rain.

Egg toaster: $49
Frustration at inadequate packaging: monumental**
Watching a cat leap into the damp box, the leap out as if electrocuted: priceless.

* Yes, it is my second one. Evil fairies broke the first one.
** frustration=/=infinite only because underneath it all, the toaster itself was wrapped in plastic. Still, if I need to return it for any reason, I'm out of luck for original packaging, all of which is soaked through.

When your girlcat takes one look at you in the morning and flees in terror while your boy jumps up on the counter while you are looking directly at him...

It's, like. WTFever cats.