imbecamiel: (Insane Mind)
Guess who's currently in possession of five cats!

Actually, to be precise, due to Adventures in Petsitting combined with our own animals, we currently have five cats, a dog, and a bird.

Of the inter-species pairs, only the dog and bird can be safely left in a room together. Due to either feuding, Great Trauma, or unfamiliarity, only two of the cats can be left together unsupervised. And our house... does not have an abundance of areas with doors that can be closed off.

Trying to navigate the days right now is like a super complicated version of one of those "you need to get a fox, a chicken, and a bag of grain across the river" logic puzzles. And my ability to concentrate on getting anything useful done is... very close to zero at the moment. XD

Fortunately, despite all the insanity, our visiting kitties are terribly, terribly sweet.

They're also just a little too smart for their own good. They've already figured out how to turn on the washing machine alllll by themselves. Heh. 
imbecamiel: (Spock - Fluffy)
We can't get another cat. We really, really can't. The personality conflicts between our current two are difficult enough to juggle. But oooooh, it is hard to keep telling myself that at the moment, because there is a sweet little thing that apparently really wants to be adopted.

Y'see, earlier this week our wild child Ella decided to run outside last thing at night. She does this pretty frequently, but typically her "adventures" are pretty brief, and she comes home quickly enough when called for dinner. This time, however, instead of Ella showing up... a little white-and-ginger tabby decided to come to the door and squeak sadly at me.

I managed to resist the urge to give my brat's dinner to her instead - mainly because I knew if I fed a stray it was probably going to stick around, and as weird as Ella is about other cats, the last thing I needed was a strange cat scaring her enough that she decided not to come home at all. :(

I figured the stray would just wander off again. But... she seems to be sticking around. Keeps showing up, sitting in the driveway and staring up at the house, lying in the road, creeping around... leaving gifts of dead voles on our back steps in apparent attempts to win her way into our good graces. She seems shy (tends to dash off when anyone gets too close), but way more interested in human contact than the typical feral cats all over the woods around here. Which makes me wonder if she's got a home somewhere... but if that's the case, we're so far away from the nearest shelter she's got a much better chance of finding her home again if she's left loose here than taken where they'd probably never look for her.

It is getting harder and harder to resist the urge to make friends with the little cutie, though....
imbecamiel: (Unsuspected abilities)
I did not get enough sleep last night. Ro decided the middle of the night would be an awesome time to start banging around, leaping on and off furniture, and generally making a racket. With all the weight he's lost in recent months, he's become notably more athletic, and I figured he was in one of his stupid "I R Wild CAT!" moods and would settle down in a few minutes.

He didn't. Instead, something started...making high-pitched shrieking noises. That got me considerably more awake, but I wasn't sure what to do about it. My glasses were halfway across the room, so I was practically blind, and I thought that if I did try to get up, get to my glasses, get some lights on, and find something to catch or kill it I'd only be more likely to distract the cat and he'd let the thing get away. I figured he'd probably kill it in a few minutes, so I just laid back down.

After a few minutes things got quiet again, and I started to doze off, thinking I'd deal with whatever remains there were in the light, if he didn't just eat the thing. Annnnd then the shrieking started up again, with weird clicking noises, like some kind of gigantic, angry cricket. I did not know that mice could make noises like that.

Turns out they can't.

It all started and stopped a number of times, kept waking me up, but finally I got deeply asleep. Nef slept through the entire thing (heh, the power of falling asleep with headphones in while listening to podcasts). When we investigated this morning, we discovered that he'd killed... a bat.

Now I'm really glad that Ro's caught up on all his shots. I'm not scared of bats - love them, actually - but that is not what I'd expected to find in my bedroom. So kitty got plenty of admiration and food this morning. All the more so because he waited until this morning to show off his accomplishment, of which he was justifiably proud, rather than dragging it onto one of our beds with him. XP

(Also, you can laugh if you want about the fact that all my "there was something strange in my room banging around and making weird noises" stories seem to end up with "and then I decided to go back to sleep," but hey, if it'd be more practical to deal with it in the morning...)
imbecamiel: (BookStackLight)
And a lovely trip it was, too. Well, two trips, really. Wow, going to Nebraska feels like a really long time ago, now. But yeah, we had a good time with our grandma, and our... er, step-cousin, I guess she is? And various other step-relatives-in-law-whatever-you'd-call-them. Wasn't really a long visit, but fun.  

Neffie and I had quite the little "aww" moment when we got to the hotel - I started going through our suitcase to get stuff out and discovered... a toy mouse tucked down among the clothing. Our Ro-kitty has a tendency to sit forlornly inside suitcases and laptop cases whenever packing starts, as if he's hoping that one of these times he won't get forgotten at home. Apparently this time he felt we needed a little memento to bring along. <3

And the cabin was wonderful and relaxing, as always. Hard to believe that we've been going there for 21 years now.... A lot's changed over the years, but one thing hasn't: seems like every year, at least one thing has to break or otherwise Go Very Wrong. This year, we arrived to find that, among other things, the freezer was absolutely covered in nasty mold, the boat wasn't working, the stove wasn't working... and then the grill quit too. So things looked like being a bit of a potential disaster, possibly even one to rival the year when we were trying to clean the place without running water. But we got things sorted out in the end - except for the boat, but that was mostly okay anyway because there was much better fishing right off the dock than usual. So it was good. 

Among the things that did change were the friends and family that we visited, which was tough. One of the family friends we usually visit (who we've known since I was about three) did come to see us, but it may be the last time we see him for a long time because he and his new wife are moving to Florida. We didn't get to see my uncle at all, mostly because he just had cataract surgery and wasn't up for it. But the hardest was not seeing my great-aunt Helen, because she's almost certainly going to die any day now. And I just... will probably post something about that later, because right now I'm still in full-on avoidance mode and just trying not to think about it too much.

But. Happier note: it was a really good trip, and we had mostly great weather, and everyone had plenty of time to do whatever they wanted. So Nef and I swam almost every day, and she wrote a ton, and I read a ton, Mom scrapbooked and wrote, the guys golfed and fished, and we ate junk food and stayed up late and slept in, and all was good. *g*

We also went to see Avengers again while we were there! It was insanely hot on Saturday, the cabin doesn't have any kind of air conditioning (we're lucky to manage a few functioning fans), and we didn't feel like fighting with the Weekend Hordes for the lake (okay, it wasn't as busy as all that, but considering things are pretty much deserted during the week we'd rather do stuff when we had the place to ourselves). So we went to Avengers. And it was just as awesome the second time. \o/

Although I did notice one thing that's now driving me just slightly crazy. It was only on the second viewing that I realized that Hawkeye was shooting left-handed, which surprised me. At first I thought it might be an interesting and subtle way of showing another difference when he's being mind-controlled by Loki. But no, he shoots lefty afterward, during the final battle, as well. But... he shoots with his right hand in Thor. And I don't understaaaand, because if the actor is just left-eye dominant and/or more comfortable using his left hand, then why wouldn't he do it that way for both movies? But if it was a matter of conforming to the comics (no idea if comic-verse!Hawkeye is left- or right-handed)... then again, why not both movies? *flails* Okay, yes, Nef finds it hilarious that I'm bugged by this. But I think that I just need to watch the movie again, to see if the bow's design allows for ambidexterity. 


Anyhow! Now for my traditional commentary on the books I read while I was there!

Books! Also, new puppy picture. :D )

Oh, and on a final note... Um, I have committed Avengers fanfic. I didn't intend to. I really, really didn't. But then I just happened to stumble across a prompt that went and took my brain hostage. So I had to write it. XD Anyhow, if you care to read it, it's posted here on AO3.


Dec. 8th, 2011 11:30 pm
imbecamiel: (Sulking Whining Keening Piteously)
Soyeah. I'm sick. :/ Not great timing in the middle of holiday baking and all, but then... there's rarely a really good time to get sick. Ah well...

I have also discovered that, much as I love Mozzie as a character, I hate writing from his POV. Even if it is the best one for this story. It intimidates me, and it's been slowing the pace of my writing down to even more of a crawl than usual, because I can not figure out if I'm getting it right. *sigh* But y'know what? I have discovered an awesome writing exercise for those times when I just can't seem to get past that tendency to over-think and second-guess and just sit down and write. Brainstorm with a couple of six-year-olds. Seriously. If that doesn't loosen you up and get the creativity flowing... XD

Yeah, had a great time with the kids Nef and I watch every Thursday. The younger girl had a friend over, and they wanted to write. A retelling of the Nativity story, to be precise. As it turned out, a truly unique version, in which the angel, after announcing Jesus' birth, then conspires with the innkeeper to kidnap him. Fortunately, Superchicken and his sidekick the sheepdog were there to save the day! And there was great rejoicing. Yes, I nearly died of the giggles. It was hysterical. 

Anyhow, being sick sometimes has a tendency to inspire odd fits of creativity in me, even when I'm all but brain-dead (eh, dulling of inhibitions, probably, 'cause I'm too tired to overthink?), so I'm actually feeling rather hopeful now for the possibility of pushing through and finishing this thing in the near future. (The White Collar story, that is, not the girls' Nativity retelling. XD I want to fiiinish this so I can actually focus on the long one Neffie and I are coauthoring!) 

And on that note... a few random fun mostly-vaguely-WC-related things that I've been saving up, meaning to share but never quite getting around to it.

News articles and... other stuff. )


Jul. 3rd, 2011 11:45 pm
imbecamiel: (Headdesk)
Didn't do so great on the pet front today. 

This time of year, of course, more often than not it's just too hot to bring the dog along with us many places. Mr. Clingy Overgrown Puppy is not pleased with this news. He was further upset by the fact that we were gone longer than usual today. He didn't do too badly (relatively speaking) during the time he was in the garage... but the second he got into the house he decided he was too excited to hold it any longer, and peed all over before I could open the door to let him out.

*sigh* Okay, kicked him outside, cleaned it up... discovered that our Very Indoor Cat Ro had somehow escaped, and spent the entire day outside. Got the cat in, got the dog in, no harm done, we're okay. Dog decides to further express how utterly overwhelmed he is by the fact that we've returned (Surprise! Again! Actually, we have never yet failed to do this. And yet still...) by gulping down large quantities of water, despite having drank plenty earlier in the garage. He then proceeded to throw up. Twice. As he tends to do when he drinks too fast. This is why we have to stand over him and remind him to slow down when he's excited. 

So. Cleaned all that up too. Things settle down a bit. Ro decides this evening that, for the first time ever, the sound of distant fireworks makes him skittish. Come on, he wasn't that twitchy over the ginormous storm, complete with hail, that we had a couple days ago. Still, he's not acting too much more wild than he occasionally gets at night, so just pet him a bit and otherwise ignore the antics. Maybe he's just afraid he won't get his dinner today, seeing as he is a Wild Outdoor Cat now (as proof: he even caught a mouse!), and they don't get cat food. They have to fend for themselves and become fierce, wild, nocturnal hunters. Thus: twitchiness, and racing up and down stairs. 
Have to take care of the dog's ears. He's got an ear infection, again. Having been around this block quite a few times in the past, he knows getting ear medication is Evil, as is getting them cleaned, so he's not eager to co-operate, despite my many reassurances and pets and treats to make the whole process less traumatizing for him. As a result, it's hard to get things cleaned out properly, and tonight I needed to trim up his ears some more, to make it easier to clean and get rid of a few mats from the oily medication before they get worse. And of course, for the first time ever... I got too close, and nicked the poor baby's skin. Twice. I can't believe I did that. I'm always so careful with it... Yes, he got extra treats, and didn't act at upset or in pain once it was over, but still.  ;_; 
And then, to top things off nicely, Ro apparently decided to express his frustration with life in general and fireworks specifically, by... pooping in the dining room. On the off-white carpeting, naturally. 
*headdesk* Today, I fail as a pet owner. I'm going to bed.


Feb. 11th, 2011 10:21 pm
imbecamiel: (Spock - Fluffy)
 My Strider-puppy is so good. Some days I just have to stop and hug him because he's such a sweetie. 

Take tonight. Ella the Trouble-Making Kitty decided that it'd be fun to jump up on the kitchen counter when no one was watching and tear open a bag of bread rolls. She then proceeded to knock one to the floor in the course of her playing. 

Now Strider likes bread. Really, really likes it. So it stands to reason he'd take advantage of the situation, right? Scarf down that roll while no one's watching - who's gonna know the difference? 

But no.

What did he do? He picked up the roll, came downstairs to where we were watching a movie, went straight over to Dad, and gave it to him. Didn't take a bite, didn't even grip it in his teeth tight enough to tear it. Nope, Mister Good Conscience decided he needed permission first. 

And yes, of course he got to eat a good part of the roll (it was a big one, didn't want to make him sick with the whole thing). Plus plenty of praise. He's still prancing around looking terribly pleased with himself. ;D
imbecamiel: (Oxford comma)
I've seen some... interesting writing around town lately.

Take this, at the movie rental place:


Since the fine print isn't legible, you'll have to take my word for what it says underneath: See store for details. (It says the same thing twice, nothing else.) Nope, no "Free rentals to Kids." No "Free Kids' Movies." Nothing. Simply the statement that they are giving away kids here. I would think that one would get in trouble for such things.

Then there's this advertisement for a jazz concert:


Check out the part in the pink circle. Not only a random quote not attributed to anyone, but... erm, devastating? This is the word they choose to try to convince people to come? I've been wracking my mind to try to figure out what similar-sounding word they might have meant. I can come up with plenty that would've worked better... but none of them really look or sound anything like "devastating." Quite unique, that. Appropriate enough for a very sad, dramatic movie, maybe, but a jazz band? Herm.


*blows smoke away from her pistol*

Pics of mah four-footed babies :D )
imbecamiel: (VeryBusyDon'tDisturb)
(NOTE: I feel like declaring right up front here that, while this post might be said to have something of a fishy theme, it has nothing whatsoever to do with April Fools day. While I'm most definitely not immune to amusement at a well-played prank - yes, even ones of which I'm a victim - and have quite enjoyed those which I've come across via the internet today, I'm not generally one to perpetrate such things myself. And I'm not really in the mood to think up anything today, anyway. So - no need to look deeper than the surface, wondering if there's a joke, here. ;) )

funny pictures of cats with captions
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Well, I've been snowed in for the last two days. Unfortunately, life has not been particularly kind of late, so rather than the couple of peaceful days to catch up on stuff that I might've expected, things have been rather crazy, culminating today in a marked increase in my recent computer woes, complete with virus (which I am still not entirely certain I have dealt with effectively). And I burnt my fingers while cooking. Heh.

So, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I have decided to post some cool stuff I've come across recently.

Prank-free zone - just random neat stuff.  )

imbecamiel: (Comma)
Well, we've still had some crazy/stressful happenings of late. Nothing too catastrophic, though. Heh, between the birds and the cats alone we've had quite a bit of drama going on... No trouble actually between the various species, though, ironically enough. Our primary problem with them at the moment is that one of our cats decided to go absolutely insane, Sunday night, and still hasn't regained her senses.

Kitties, Editing, and Karate - what a mix... )

imbecamiel: (Urge to conquer large parts of Europe)
First off, a bit of praise and celebration - Ashley's visit to the doctor went well. Apparently the baby weighs about four and a half pounds at the moment, and everything is looking good for a healthy birth. Praise God!

And yesterday was rather exciting... We're going to be gone during karate promotions night, so we were tested early - Nef, Eric, and I are now all green-with-purple belts! Yays! ;D

And then we had a big storm here last night, with us right in the path of the worst of it (bad enough that the weather radio actually mentioned our little town by name o.o). So we all had to rush around to secure everything before it hit, and then piled into our basement bathroom. Five people, two cats, a dog, and a bird are a bit of a tight squeeze in one bathroom. Heh, and even though it doesn't phase Strider in the slightest, the cats have recently demonstrated that thunderstorms make them nervous. Fortunately it tends more toward the clingy, cuddly, and hiding in the shower, rather than going berzerk. ;)

For some reason, having to take shelter during severe weather tends to make most of our family rather punchy and giggly. As when Neffie was giving the animals some water in her cupped hands, and then decided to wipe her hands off on my towel. When I protested and told her to use her own, she said, "But it's way over there!" *points two feet away* XP

Anywho, it turned out all right - storm passed over, and almost immediately the sky cleared up and we could see the moon. No damage to the house, and I don't think we even had anything to speak of to the trees. Less than the last big storm, when one of the trees down by the lake blew over. Fortunately it was a comparatively small one, and it even helpfully toppled right on top of our wood pile - guess it knew where it was going to wind up. ;P

And in just a few hours we'll be heading off to the cabin! So if you don't hear from me in the next week or so, it's not a sign that I don't care or that something drastic's happened - just a sign that I'm out in the middle of nowhere without internet. :D

Talk to y'all when I get back!
imbecamiel: (Dead Punctuation)
Gah, I'm so tired...

Last night at midnight Nef suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Ro when she gave the cats their dinner. Now Ro is normally a very good, sweet, quiet, rather timid kitty who really likes his comfort, but he has developed one particular bad habit lately. He and Ella usually stay in the attached garage when they're not in our bedroom, and when Dad comes home at night, Ro keeps trying to sneak outside. Why he wants to do that I have no idea, because he usually soon winds up outside a window crying, or once earlier this fall huddled up near the door in the morning, very ready to come in.

Well, of course I couldn't just sleep after that, so (since our bedroom's in the basement, right next to the garage, and I wouldn't be waking everyone up) I went to the garage. Didn't see him there, Ella was being very clingy and worried like she usually is when she's separated from him, stepped outside, didn't see him, called him... Couldn't find him. Not like him to skip dinner, but since he usually climbs up into the ceiling and spends most of the night prowling around up there, I finally decided that's where he probably was. Especially since the dog had been out earlier, and Ro usually comes running to him when he sees him. Took me a while to get to sleep, since I was still worried, but I finally did. Sometime around one, I think.

Well, a little after three I woke up suddenly, thinking I heard a cat crying outside our window, so I got up, looked in the garage again, still no Ro, went outside again, looked around, called him, no sign of him... Finally went back inside. Then I was cold, (since, of course, I went outside barefoot) wide awake, and worried. I kept having visions of him freezing (the temperature got down to two degrees last night), or getting hit by a car, or getting attacked by an owl or coyote or mountain lion (all of which we have in the area, though more of the former two than the latter)... So I spent some time praying, and it took me quite a while to get to sleep again.

Well, Dad finally found him this morning when he got up for work, huddled under the back deck, very cold and clingy, wanting to be petted and snuggled, but otherwise fine. *huggles stupid cat* He doesn't even like it out there, and it's freezing - why does he keep doing this?! And why him? Ella's the adventurous, tough one with an attitude and mischievous nature, but I don't think she's snuck out once. *shakes head*

And then we had karate today. And I was still very sore from our last lesson, since our Tuesday teacher is mean and takes great pleasure in our pain. And today was hard too. And I am very tired. And I think my brain's about to bail out on me. *yawns*

But I'm also very happy to have my sweetheart laying in my lap today. :)


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