My Pitch

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Peace. Sort of.

Cat Wars has been called off.

I'm not saying there's love all around, but I just watched my 7 week old kitten pounce on my 8 year old cat's belly. He was not pleased with this turn of events, but unlike what I would have expected on Saturday, he merely let out a hiss and a swat. She ran off, preparing for her next strike.

They aren't pals, but they aren't enemies either. I actually saw him letting her chase him.

This might actually work out.

cat wars

So i got a kitten. You can check out flickr over there to see her.

She's ridiculously cute- and yet at the same time an annoying friend who doesn't know when it's time to chill out.

My cat, Koba, despises her. There's hissing, swiping, and low growls that sound like they are coming from his deepest innards. It was very distressing, now its getting old. He cornered her once today, but other than that, avoidance seems to be his plan. I've yet to let them interact with me not around... I don't actually see that going well right now. So she's going to be confined to the computer room during the day. I look forward to the havoc she will create when left unattended.

I got her because of the usual "she's one step from death" sob story. I'm not saying I regret getting her. Well maybe a little. It has upset my house. And given me something new to be concerned with. Those are probably positives- I'll probably go out less, and spend less money. But it also makes me enter that scary prospect of being a cat person. probably too late for that one.

but she's a ton of fun, and i know it will get better.

it's got to get better.

right?

I'd trade the car wreck day

So I'm getting out of the company truck today and i step back. And theres a curb there. and my ankle goes sideways, and i land on my right knee.

and this basically happened 2 years ago, during disc golf. at least then there was a sweetgum ball to blame. this time there's nothing but sweet, sweet curb. i go get some alcohol (not the good kind) from engineering and pour it on my wound (which looks much worse than it is) and the engineer tells HR. The next 5 hours are spent in a Doc in a Box. Let's say, 30 minutes of treatment, 4.5 hours of boredness. Ipodless. DSless. Boredness.

My left foot is all kinda swollen to hell, and my right knee hates me. but nothing is broken. Thank you jebus.

I seem to like to have a good fall every now and then. I should look into learning how to land.

I don't really want sympathy or empathy. I'm just kind of pissed at gravity right now and needed to vent. I have way too much stuff going on at work for me to allow this to stop me in any way. It's very reminiscent of the accident in that it happens at the worst possible time. But you know, maybe there's a never a really good time for this.

Probably the worst part (and its I am sort of surprising myself by putting it out in internetland) is that above all, I'm embarassed. I am told that I put up a good front of being this allknowing asshole who never shows any weaknesses. Well to quote the Tick, Gravity is a harsh mistress. She is my achilles heel. Literally.

But thats not it. The worst part is that I did it. The accident, I can go to sleep at night thinking about that idiot in the minivan kareening down Montclair without a care to the world. But this, this is my doing. I could have parked in FOUR other places. I could have stepped up on the curb when i exited the vehicle- there was no reason to walk the narrow path between the vehicle and the curb.

motherfucker.

(sorry for all the cursing. i try to keep this clean for some reason, but its just not working today.)

The Vet

So I had to take my evil cat to the vet. Tricking him into the cat carrier was easier than anticipated, and watching the vet talk shit to my cat as Koba hissed at him was pretty funny. Koba was sitting there, ready to strike and the vet just tapped him on the head and said "You're not so tough" and Koba shut it down. It was over. Vet 1, Koba 0.

Before I got in, I got to experience the waiting room. Most interesting were the Pet People. The ones buying $100 worth of special dog food (a 2 week supply!) or the ones who sit next to me talking to their cat. In a baby voice. Now there's nothing wrong with talking to animals. But in public? with a baby voice?

The other moment I'd wish I'd had a camera for was when the vet stuck the thermometer up my cat's butt. The look on his face was priceless. I'd call it confused alarm/new sensation. He was happy to be home, and other than aging gracefully into a ornery bastard, perfectly fine.

Monthly Haul

$.35

ugh.

prediction: Pats 41, Giants 24