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luciabHere it is, not even 10 AM yet, and I have the stupid paper done. I've even re-read it. Well, okay, I read it on the monitor-- there still might be stuff crop up when I read it in person, so to speak. Still, things are looking good. I'm printing right now.
As soon as I'm done printing and stapling I should probably go cat hunting, though it is not with any joy that I approach this task. You see, I was changing the litter this morning, and there was a grocery bag lying on the floor, and Miranda wandered by and managed somehow to get her head stuck through one of the hand holds. She HATES the way they rustle, or seems to be scared of it, anyway, but still will poke around when they're on the floor-- I guess like kids like to tell ghost stories to scare themselves. Anyway, once the Dread Grocery Bag Monster got her, she took off so fast I couldn't get it off her. She raced all over the place at top speed; I've never seen any cat move so fast. She went to ground in the studio behind a dresser that is pulled out from the wall a bit; still too close for ME to get back there, of course. Whose bright idea was that? That was two and a half hours ago. Most of that time she has been motionless so as to avoid scaring herself to death, but periodically she rustles a bit, and then a bit more, and then she gets so terrified that she comes flying out and does a few more laps around the house before she hides again. I have no idea how I'm going to get it off her. I don't want to try to come toward her from the front because she'll feel cornerned and then things will get REALLY ugly. Won't it just be wonderful to cat-claw marks on my face and down my back? When she's out, though, she's running. I don't have any idea how this is going to be resolved. While she might be able to figure out how to extricate herself from some other material, the rustle has her so terrified she's operating purely from her lizard brain. I'm not really worried about her strangling or choking because the hole is too big for that; it's way down on her chest and not around her neck. And I am sure I am going to kitty hell because I get the giggles thinking about it--not the terrified part, but the physical result of racing at full speed with the grocery bag flying behind her like Superman's cape.
As soon as I'm done printing and stapling I should probably go cat hunting, though it is not with any joy that I approach this task. You see, I was changing the litter this morning, and there was a grocery bag lying on the floor, and Miranda wandered by and managed somehow to get her head stuck through one of the hand holds. She HATES the way they rustle, or seems to be scared of it, anyway, but still will poke around when they're on the floor-- I guess like kids like to tell ghost stories to scare themselves. Anyway, once the Dread Grocery Bag Monster got her, she took off so fast I couldn't get it off her. She raced all over the place at top speed; I've never seen any cat move so fast. She went to ground in the studio behind a dresser that is pulled out from the wall a bit; still too close for ME to get back there, of course. Whose bright idea was that? That was two and a half hours ago. Most of that time she has been motionless so as to avoid scaring herself to death, but periodically she rustles a bit, and then a bit more, and then she gets so terrified that she comes flying out and does a few more laps around the house before she hides again. I have no idea how I'm going to get it off her. I don't want to try to come toward her from the front because she'll feel cornerned and then things will get REALLY ugly. Won't it just be wonderful to cat-claw marks on my face and down my back? When she's out, though, she's running. I don't have any idea how this is going to be resolved. While she might be able to figure out how to extricate herself from some other material, the rustle has her so terrified she's operating purely from her lizard brain. I'm not really worried about her strangling or choking because the hole is too big for that; it's way down on her chest and not around her neck. And I am sure I am going to kitty hell because I get the giggles thinking about it--not the terrified part, but the physical result of racing at full speed with the grocery bag flying behind her like Superman's cape.
