I have to tell you, I am TOTALLY becoming “that cat guy”. I can’t even help myself. First, I am taking Claritin daily because I am allergic to cats. Why do I suddenly need medication after 12 years of living with cats? What’s changed? Well, I snuggle with a cat now. Every chance I get. I used to avoid touching them. Also, see my new favorite blog: Moderncat Somebody stop me.

I actually have almost justified buying this little item in my mind. Really. Automated AND stylish. What more could I want??

(See what I mean? I am TOTALLY becoming that guy!)

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I haven’t blogged in like 3 days.

Dude. There was a time where that’d been unheard of. What the hell?

Well, lately there has been a bit going on. I just recently discovered that I have used up all my weekends off till 2009. It’s a matter of a few weeks until the 6-day work weeks begin. Oy. Kill me now, right?

On another topic, we are recovered enough from Chanel’s passing to begin considering another cat. That decision has been put upon me, which makes sense since our 2 cats were Richard’s and were “in the picture” as it were, before me. Heh. So I have decided that I want, no, I need a Siamese. However I do not want a rescue cat or mixed Siamese domestic. I want the real deal. A modern Siamese purebred. A cat that is intelligent, social, and might just learn to talk. A cat descended from royalty. Not show-quality tho. I am not rich, as much as I wish to be every day. So a traditional Siamese is not out of the question.

Is it wrong? Am I selfish? Why not a shelter cat adoption? Well, because I am not a 12 year old looking for my first pet. I am a grown man and will have this cat, if all goes well, for 20 years. I’ll be over 50 when it passes. Hell, it could outlive me! I’d better be happy with it. To be perfectly frank, I am taking a risk getting a pet at all. It could just bond with Richard and hate me. Why get a cat that is less than what I want and resent it all the more because it hates me? If I found a purebred rescue Siamese I’d grab it, but those just don’t exist so far. Well at least not ones born with eyelids. I can afford a cat, but not repeated surgeries from the start.

I have always been fascinated with Siamese cats. I would love having one around, and if it loves me back? All the better. Either way it’ll give me joy just being Siamese. So I have started looking, rather unsuccessfully, for my new cat. You’d think you could just go online and look for a new cat and buy one later that day. Not so much. There is waiting. There are no kittens. They really cost just too much in today’s economy. Like $350! Imagine! But I am a man on a mission. The cost is justified by the end. My dream pet. So I search. And whine, and moan. I can picture the little guy I want it so bad. How I afford it if I do have to go with the 350 model, I do not know.

In the meantime, I do feel bad about the cats needing homes. I feel worse when folks point out the mixed siamese adopt-a-cat areas on sites. I get that there are needy cats. I have been down that road. However, this is something I have always wanted. This is my chance, since there is “room at the inn”. 

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So if you have ever been to our house you have heard stories of Bad Neighbor Kitty. We aren’t quite sure where he lives. He torments our cats by hanging out outside the windows. He torments us by peeing in our yard and knocking stuff over. He torments the neighborhood by sitting in the road and yowling for no reason. It’s a hoot. In that really annoying way. Anyhoo, the other day he caught a bird. One of the birds that lived in our backyard all spring. He saw me pull up and darted into the bushes. The bird just seemed to have bent feathers. I figured he’d be okay, not realizing that it couldn’t fly well, since it managed to fly into our backyard. Well apparently he has been grounded since. Because Richard was out with our cat Coco, who found the bird in the bushes and tried to bring it in the house. Yes, I said he tried to bring it into the house. Ew. So it turns out that Bad Neighbor Kitty has been toying with the mangled bird for the last 2 days because I have heard him yowling in the backyard in the night, and the little bird was clearly much worse off and bleeding.

What do we do? Clearly it’s nature (kinda) taking course. The little bird is at this point in the neighbor’s yard (Richard tried to move him and he managed to fly that far). I don’t think he’s long for this world, and I can hear Bad Neighbor Kitty close by… Yowling. 

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An Engineer’s Guide to Cats (via).
YouTubery after the jump…

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It totally feels like a Sunday morning. My body apparently has no idea I am about to drag it up to the shower in like 10 minutes. Poor thing.

But I do totally feel relaxed this morning. Richard has the cats out back with him while he enjoys his coffee in the sun. I had enough time to eat breakfast. Not a big breakfast, but toast is a luxury for a gay on the go. (Yes that means I skipped the gym again today. Shush up about it. I have committed to using the stairs at work and I have to change floors at least twice every ten minutes on the weekend. I am feelin it yo.)

Oh. And somebody brought home milk last night! So I have normal coffee today. *grin*

Anyway. I hope the weekend off people are having a swell time! 

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I am not sure how other people figure this out, but at our house there are some clear rules. More so in the morning. The first one up makes coffee and medicines/feeds the cats. The last one out of bed makes the bed. Makes sense, right? So when I got up this morning, it was totally within reason to expect there to be coffee, even if Richard had gotten up earlier and had already left the house. Totally within reason! But no. I awoke to nothing. He got up, took care of the cats, ate something, left me the plate to clean, showered, dressed, (all without coffee!?) and left. Knowing how he is about his morning coffee, I have decided that he was just being evil. Being late, as the excuse, will not be accepted. If he ATE, he had time to brew coffee.

So there I was, all bleary eyed, heading down to the kitchen to nothing. No coffee, just a plate. A dirty plate. What a suck-y way to start my off day. I work for the next 6 days straight, so Tuesdays are supposed to be nice and relaxing… *sigh*

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I had to seriously sit down this morning… erm, tonight, and ask myself this question: What day is today?

I couldn’t quite figure it out! I had to look! You see, I had another overnight shift. I went in at 8 PM yesterday and came out at 5 AM. I was in bed well before 8 AM and just woke up an hour ago. At four. Can you even? And it was my second one in a week! So yeah. I am a bit confused. I drank a cup of coffee while contemplating cooking dinner. The sun was setting as I made my bed (why’d I bother with that?). Not to mention the poor cats feeding schedule. I am sure they are kinda pissed.

The best part was coming home this morning tho. As I came into the house, Richard was just waking up to get ready for work. We were clearly on totally different planets. Poor thing, all bleary eyed and confused and here I come all hyped from my day… erm, night at work. Heh. Yeah, we bickered.

Well, I guess I should shower and start my day night!

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I recorded a podcast tonight. I don’t think I am gonna post it. I am in a bad mood. I feel like hell. I work AGAIN tomorrow. I always work. It’s making me crazy. Oh my gawd. I am literally going crazy. I don’t even want to go anymore. December totally sucks. Anyhoo. So should it just be the lost episode? That podcast? Or should I still make my next one 49 (which is where we are at now) like this one never happened? A lost episode could be fun. But it needs to stay lost. All I do is bitch. I bitch about the cats, cat pee, work, and Richard. It’s a non-stop bitch session. Which, let’s face it, is more than usual.

You tell me…

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Today has been a pisser. First, I woke up too early. I didn’t wake up naturally. I had set my alarm wrong because I didn’t know when I had to go to work. Talk about starting the day on the wrong foot! I went back to bed, but it wasn’t the same. work was not bad, but my generally shitty mood effected my whole day. I came home to cat barf on the rug again and had a fit about it. The cats chew on my artificial centerpiece till they eat plastic and vomit. I find vomit too often. The centerpiece looks like hell now. I tossed the thing out finally. I actually had a complete fit about it. Coming home to a house that smelled like cat shit and stepping in barf and finding something destroyed made me snap inside. I missed the interview call, or she didn’t call. I am not sure, but there was no message on the machine and the phone didn’t ring. To top it off my new mic for the iPod recording doesn’t make a bit of difference in the car, even though I tested it yesterday in the car with the radio on. I have no idea why it won’t work, but it’s not the speakers. Must be the noise, but how the hell do other people record in a car?? That totally pisses me off.

I am going to go watch TV. 

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