good news and bad news which is really good news

First, the good news: today is Meana's birthday! She is 29.

Also in the good news category: I AM GETTING MY HARD DRIVE BACK TOMORROW.

The bad news is that the delivery requires a signature (but really that's good news because what if they left it on the door step and somebody took it?) which sucks because I have a meeting in the morning that I have to make a personal, physical, actual appearance at (it's my 6-month assessment, so it could be good news or bad news) but I will go home directly afterward and stare out the window for hours, waiting for the UPS man. He will think I am deranged when he finally arrives with my Precious.

The other bad news is that even though I will have my hard drive, I won't be blogging for a few days still because I'll be out of town, away from my hard drive, unable to revel in its contents. But the good news is that we are going out of town to visit Bear's kids! The other good news is that we will not be in this house, looking at all the home improvement that hasn't been done yet!

So, I will see you on Wednesday!

the harness

Sometimes, on nice days (like mid-September days, which is when these pictures were taken), we let the cats hang out on our second-floor balcony (don't worry, we keep them well-Revolutioned). They really love being out there, and Moppet is always a Very Good Girl (aside from eating the plants).

Being good.

However. Mowgli usually makes me pretty nervous. See Exhibit A:

Hanging off the edge, setting up to pounce on a chipmunk 2 stories below.

I feel bad not letting him play out there because he loves it so much, so instead of putting him back inside, I employ The Harness.

The Harness tends to knock him back a peg and cause him to do a lot of slinking around. Exhibit B:

Slinking

He stays close to the ground, and miraculously stops acting like he's going to jump off the balcony.


He's not a huge fan of The Harness, but I think if I gave him a choice between outside+harness, or inside-harness, he'd choose the outside/harness option.

Foiled again!

I'm sure he'll get used to it eventually, but hopefully by that time he'll have gotten past his psycho-kitten stage and not want to attack every bird in the air and squirrel on the ground regardless of whether he breaks all his bones in the process.

happy halloween!

Moppet metamorphosis

This is Miss Moppet on the day we adopted her.

Yeah, the picture is bad, but my camera had just died, and I was using my dad's. Anyway, the point is that she was so wee and skinny and she looked like a little ocelot. She doesn't even look old enough to be a mama.

Here she is 3 months later:

Still such a pretty girl! She still looks like a little ocelot, I think, but she's definitely filled out a bit.

In fact, in this picture, she looks downright bunchy:

Try to ignore all the crap in the background, it's our pile of stuff to give to Goodwill.

where does the time go?

Here is Mister Bear, pondering that very question:


I kind of wasted the weekend. Not only did I not write any blog posts, but I also didn't go play outside even though Sunday was pretty spectacular. I watched a lot of TV, and sat in front of the computer, not blogging, and not doing the work-work that I needed to do.

So, here I am with no blog posts for the week (except tomorrow's kitteh post, which I had stockpiled). And, still no big fancy hard drive, which made posting these photos a huge pain because I had to transfer them to the new hard drive, and then email them to myself so I could download them to my work laptop where I have Photoshop, so I could resize them and stuff, and now I have to email them back to myself and store them on my backup hard drive, and blah blah blah.

So, I'm taking the rest of the week off from blogging. Hopefully this weekend I'll have the gumption to write some posts for next week.

But hey, at least the weekend wasn't a total bust - look who visited the backyard!