Erratica Reduex

Mako, the utterly most important character of the other night's Golden Sky Stories. Just ask her. Drawn by the GM, the day after the game. Her visual concept is not "cute sexy catgirl in sailor fuku", more like "Why's that girl in the 50 year-old schoolgirl outfit staring at me? Didn't some horror movie start this way?"

Mako in game was completely, utterly deadpan. Whether it was suggesting they sell the Fox's shrine to raise money, or urging her bird friend to eat more, she was completely expressionless. Despite being selfish and standoffish, she has a good heart. Maybe. Not that she cares or anything.

The fish she is carrying was carelessly left in a display tank in a restaurant- obviously the didn't want it if they were just going to be leaving it there. There might be a girl at the local school who forgot her lunch today, and will come back to class to find a perfectly delectable meal wriggling and flopping on her desk. Not that she's Mako's friend or anything, she was just passing by. And a cat will do what she wants.

GuTonight Dorothy does something rare: dhe climbs onto my lap whie I'm sitting on the counch, and asks to be petted. There is a long moment were she purrs like a car with a cylinder missing as I scartch her back and cheeks, while I tell her I love her so much. Desperately I grab onto this moment, trying to affix it into my faulty, second--rate  blue-light special excuse for a memory. There's so many things I forget, so much of my life that passes into a haze of memories that I can't quite grasp. But this is one moment I want to never forget.

Happy Birthday baronlaw !


Happy Birthday gaaneden !


This is just too much birthday excitement in one day! I am drained from all the birthday wishes I send your way! I faint! I swoon! Party on without me dear friends!


I leave it up to you Party Cat! Give my friends their special birthday plant!







........OK. Right. Thank you Party Cat. Thank you so VERY much.

So I was just now sitting on the couch petting Alice - the more social, good-natured of our cats- when she did something totally unprecedented for her. She was deliriously enjoying being petted, when suddenly she stiffened, and actually growled deep in her throat. Not at me; she jumped down, raced around the coffee table, and jumped up on the other end of the couch, to stare fixedly, wide eyed at the front door. I heard nothing at all, but just as a precaution, I reached behind me and locked the door, before getting up to have a look.

There was no bug (and she wouldn't growl at a bug either), and I saw nobody through the peephole. Finally I opened the door- there was nobody there. Alice has settled down, but she's still keeping an eye on he door. I wonder what's going on?

So I took a short nap today, as much to get warm as for anything else. When I woke up, I had to familiar lumps sitting on me. This time though, I sneakily grabbed my camera.

( Alice: Your head needs a good washing! )


( The 'What do you think you're doing?' stare )

Sadly, after this, I had to get up and go back to work.

It's not surprising that Alice would find that if she rolls over while being petted, she will fall off the footstool with a  "plop!".  Which then takes lots of petting and soothing words to settle her affronted dignity.

What IS surprising is to find out she will do the same thing AGAIN.

And yes, I totally failed in the "not laughing" part.

Dorothy was in the upper trough of the cat tree, or rather 3/4s of the way in it, while she taunted her sister Alice, by dangling her front feet insolently.
Lean, swipe.
        Lean, swipe.
                Leeeaaan...swipe....
*plop!*
Stalk away offended, as we laugh.

"Dad, I SO did not fall out of the cat tree.  I leaped and fe- LANDED on my feet.  Because I was bored.  See, I am over here.  Eating kibble.  Just as I intended.  Shut up!"

So, today was supposed to be spent doing research and writing a proposal.  I have what sounds like a cool job waiting for me, assuming I can parse my prospective employer's instructions well enough to figure out how to improve his website for the upcoming 2010 Olympics.   Instead, it ended up something like this:

Kitty to the Doctor!

For the shots, I was originally supposed to take the kitties to AMD vets.  Due to budgetary concerns, I instead took them to Al's Lube and Vet.

*VRRRRRrrt!  VRRRRRrrt!*  "Yeah, looks like yer cats gotta cracked valve or a bladder infection or sumpin'.  Gonna cost ya.  Be two weeks, if I c'n get the parts.  Tell ya what- I'll give ya a loaner cat.'
"Aackpth!"
"Just keep im from eatin' the litter, and away from open flame, 'kay?"

It didn't help that when I came home for the kitties, the house smelled of ammonia.  The cat box that I had argued with the RxM over whether it was too expensive to replace got unceremoniously dumped in the trash, and the next hour was spend gagging on fumes while cleaning the corner the catbox had inhabited.

Next big thing: I noticed that the latest unemployment check was supposed to be the last one: even though I had money in my balance, my unemployment term had ended after only three months.  PANIC!  This led to a mad dash to the Sunnyvale EDD office, and the information that my old unemployment account hadn't actually been closed, and had expired after the year was up.  So I redid the paperwork, and was told that I should get my next check in two weeks, not after a waiting period.  Yay.  And since it will be based on my latest job, it may even be more.  Double yay.

So, I got my cats back, who aren't speaking to me, and I got an unemployment benefit restored that hopefully I won't even need if I can get this damn project done by Thursday.   O which I got exactly...nothing done on. 

Tomorrow.  Tomorrow will be a good day to panic.  Tonight is a good night for a potato and sausage medley, and Slivovitz.