Catsitting Report #5

Went out to store even though it was damned chilly today.

Bought junk food.

Ate, felt sick, ate, felt sick, ate, felt sick and so on.

Got Meow Mix for porch kitties, but still doled out some softies.

JR is sleeping next to me. We've been watching his namesake in the Dallas movies. My friend--as you might have guessed from the cat names--has all the Dallas seasons. The movies were truly execrable, we watched them on fast forward. (Cause all we really want to see are JR and Sue Ellen right?)

I've finally got my laptop plugged in, to the router in the basement. I've enjoyed my mostly internet-break this week, but it's time to catch up.

Been fighting off impending-leaving-my-fambly depression all week. Used meditation--I would meditate until the sick feeling left my stomach. I don't think it will work for the junk food.

Continued reading the Martha Beck book. Edited a novella.

Friend comes home Sunday, so tomorrow evening I'll head home. Leave indoor and outdoor kittehs a stack of niblets.
  

Catsitting Report 3: We're up one bath plug, but down several cookies

I'm back.

Network cable, alarm clock, ipad cable all in working order, but decided to skip the pillow. I'm making do with the less-than-flat one.

I also brought a plug for the tub so I can take baths.

Tinned food for the porch kitties--the kind Minion's allergic to that I still have sitting around.

More bread.

Random food that Fernando won't eat while I'm gone.

But on both the bus trips home and back again there wasn't enough time to hit the store between bus transfers, so I don't have more Oreos.

:-(

I've been having to fight off depression in re leaving my fambly again, so Oreos are an important supply. I feel like the Universe is taking care of me against my will. And I resent it.

Catsitting Report 2 - Tales from the frontier

Still haven't gone home.

Used the non-flat pillow last night.

Watched several porch kitties come and go for good eats, stocking up before the rain storm blew in. Saw the torty, the light gray, the dark gray, and the tabby. The light gray stared into the window at me, at one point, until I went to check and saw there was no food left.

Sue Ellen -- who is semi feral -- came on my lap for the first time last night! One paw... two paws... she got all four paws on me and stood there feeling very pleased with herself. Then jumped down.

Watching some very foolish tv. New fave show: Long Island Medium.

Bread done. Chips done. Almost out of Oreos, muligatawny soup and Pepsi. But there's still tea.

Speaking of which I left a tea in the microwave upstairs, better go before it turns nuclear strong.
   

Visiting my niece and nephew, porch kitties, and basements

Just checkin' in. I'm catsitting at a friend's, and they don't have a network, and I forgot to bring my network cable. So just using her computer for a moment. She has a French keyboard with an English setting, plus it's a keyboard with a million choices on each button. So if I want to use, say, the question mark I have to get all Luke Skywalkery and become one with the keyboard and just type and not think. Then I hit the right keys.

I'll have to make a trip home at some point because I also forgot...

* My flat pillow - fat pillows give me a headache, and now even if they don't I'm just not used to them. Last night I folded up the bedsheet and used that. ...A little on the hard side.

* The charger for my ipad. Once I can't play Spider Solitaire anymore I know I'll go running back to my apartment.

Luckily I remembered softy food, which is what JR and Sue-Ellen expect of me. Especially Suzy, as she`s semi-feral. Softy food is the only reason she lets me pet her.

And now I have porch kitties like Judie! Except they`re all skittish, so I can`t hang with them. Just put their food out. I`ve seen a tortoiseshell (running away), an orange one (quick peek at me through the window and then AHHH! Run Away!!), and the dark gray one who has his own box in the backyard and hissed at me, but did stayed cause I had food. ...I wish I had a porch cam so I could watch them. I should add that it's my friend's sort-of-macho Italian husband who feeds the porch kitties, and who found out how to make a shelter for an outdoor cat, and constructed it, and works on making friends with his wee neighbor.

Does anyone else dislike hanging around in basements? I've deduced that it's the placement of the windows. Maewitch just finished her basement and made an adorable girl cave with lovely paint color, and there's a lot of light because the windows are bigger than usual basement windows--but I still can't imagine spending hours there (not as a visitor, but I mean if it was my home.) And I think it's because the windows aren't at eye level.

My parents have a three level home, and the bottom level is where their offices are. But it's mostly at ground level. You can see out the window if you're sitting. So I'm cool with that.

That's my test. Can I see out the window when sitting?

But I really think I'm the only person with this affliction.

As I live in an apartment on a second floor, it's not too hard an affliction to live with.

I have to go now cause I seem to have hit something that has made the apostrophe key turn into an accent aigue ` and I do not know what I did.