progress is being made....
Nov. 18th, 2006 05:21 pmdespite assistance from Miranda. She has been in quite the mood lately. As of day before yesterday, she has decided that sitting in my lap is not good enough-- she must be UP. Which means standing on me; front paws on the shoulders that are so tense they are contributing mightily to the ongoing migraine, rear paws on my boobs. And since that's what you jmight call a slippery slope, the claws come into play more than I'd like. As if I like ANY of this. (Now, just to make a liar out of me, she's decided it's okay to flomp on my lap on her back, all four legs in the air, looking blissful. Well, okay, she looks damn silly. Heh.)
When she hasn't been in my lap, she's been after my grapes. I had them in a covered bowl in front of the computer where I could keep an eye on them, because I know she loves to play with them. Little sucker snuck around behind the monitor, reached under it, and tried to snag a grape out of the bowl. She sticks one claw in a grape, lifts it out of the bowl, and drops it on the floor so she can bat it around for awhile. Then, when it vanishes under something in the way of all good pet toys, she's back for another. ("Please, sir, may I have another?")
As I said, I'm making progress despite all the help. I've turned in three of the four things that have made up the current scholarly marathon. After turning in our final papers and our final exams, the silly woman kept us there for another hour and a half, reading a lecture to us, and complaining because we hadn't read some article she hoped we would. Get a grip, lady. Like I've had time to read anything besides fantasy lately.... wait, that didn't come out right.
The last paper is about half done. I've got to quit looking stuff up and get back to writing.
When she hasn't been in my lap, she's been after my grapes. I had them in a covered bowl in front of the computer where I could keep an eye on them, because I know she loves to play with them. Little sucker snuck around behind the monitor, reached under it, and tried to snag a grape out of the bowl. She sticks one claw in a grape, lifts it out of the bowl, and drops it on the floor so she can bat it around for awhile. Then, when it vanishes under something in the way of all good pet toys, she's back for another. ("Please, sir, may I have another?")
As I said, I'm making progress despite all the help. I've turned in three of the four things that have made up the current scholarly marathon. After turning in our final papers and our final exams, the silly woman kept us there for another hour and a half, reading a lecture to us, and complaining because we hadn't read some article she hoped we would. Get a grip, lady. Like I've had time to read anything besides fantasy lately.... wait, that didn't come out right.
The last paper is about half done. I've got to quit looking stuff up and get back to writing.