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Well this was supposed to be post of fic but *gah* so instead you get post of randomness of the humor and weird variety.

Driving home from work yesterday I saw a guy on a motorcycle in full Scottish garb- the kilt, the sporran, everything. I'm assuming he was on his way down to the Renaissance Festival, but the kilt was whipping around in the wind and I could only imagine the windburn he was going to get.

I thought it would be the weirdest thing I saw this week. I was wrong. Driving home from dropping daughter off this evening I stopped for a woman in a crosswalk walking what I thought was an ugly dog and carrying a teddy bear. Nope. She was carrying a little dog thing (not sure the breed but tiny and poofy and yippy) and walking a CAT. A rather pissed off looking gray Persiany-looking cat on a green leash.

It was quite a weird thing to see. Although, considering I got stuck working late because I spent 20 minutes explaining to someone one how 60 is MORE than 45 rather than less, maybe ending on a weird note is a good thing.

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Were you actually taking the cat out for a drag then?

Fuzzbutt had a leash when we lived in an apartment, but we carried him outside and then held it while he snorted around in the grass. it's not like he obeyed any commands with it on anything- it was drag city if we tried.

I took him for a slink. *g* And yeah, that's exactly what it was, an apartment thing. But with the harness on, he'd creep around low to the ground like the thing was heavy. And getting it off him was murder. Getting it on him was easier, but getting it off? He'd escape with it halfway off, all tangled up in it, and here I am crawling under the bed to try to get it off him before he strangled himself...it wasn't pretty. So I gave up on that before too long.

ah yes, trying to remove it and suddenly you discover kitty has 17 arms much more squiggle ability then you ever imagined. We gave up too after a bit.

YES. And they're pointy. Ouch.

with like 30 claws on each of those arms

Exactly!

if they weren't so damn cute and purry they'd be in for a whole lot of trouble! (Types the woman who can't feel her feet because sleeping cat has cut off all blood to her lower extremities)

The cute and the purring is definitely a survival mechanism. *nods* (Hee--I'm often typing one-handed because Sid's asleep in the other arm, so I'm not much better off.)

depending how he's lying or if he's shoulder perching I have to type one handed and tend to be incapable of capitalization.

The more trouble they cause the louder they purr, ever notice that?

Hee! I think you're right about that! "See how cute I am?"

immediately followed by 'now worship me'

Yes! Naturally.

and god forbid if you aren't quite quick enough with the chin scratch or ear skritch

Sid is more about the ears than the chin. The ears need lots of skritches.

lots and lots and lots of skritches... *sighs* guess who's trapped under cat again?

Hee! Mine is in "Play with me play with me play with me" mode at the moment.

fuzzbutt is to lazy for that these days. If you twirt the ribbon about he'll bat at it for you. As a favor. because he knows it makes me happy. but he's not going to go out of his way to do that

how are you keeping sid occupied while typing?

We're playing "type a little, get up and give me things to chase until I get tired, rinse and repeat" at the moment. But laser pointers are good, if I'm really involved in something.

oooh, you're a sneaky one! why am i not surprised?

It works pretty well. He's napping again now. He's seven years old--he doesn't have as much chasing stamina at a stretch as he used to.

aww, poor boy. fuzzbutt's 13. His idea of stamina is staying awake the entire time there's a chance of snitching tuna

Sid'll be awake again in ten minutes, you watch. And aww about your boy. I bet he manages it. *g*

for tuna- or chicken, you bet! He's even woken up in time for other tasty delights. not surprisingly donuts are his favorites. he knows the sound of a bakery bag opening!