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Today I let both cats out for the first time since we moved here. There was a large black cat in the garden, whom Cally had been watching out of the window. I let her out: she slipped down the stairs like an elegant shadow and then she and the black cat played a short game of stare-stare until Cally decided to go investigate the neighbour's garden instead. Then I let Gallus out. (The gap was because I hadn't yet put Gallus's collar-and-tag on.) By this time, the black cat, perhaps puzzled by Cally's apparent disappearance, was sitting half-way up the stairs. Gallus appeared at the top of the stairs: I stood at the sitting-room window and watched a very brief game of stare-stare which ended when the black cat turned and fled as Gallus trundled down the stairs towards it. Good grief. Scary Gallus...
Later I saw a white-and-tabby cat sitting on the stairs. I wonder how my cats made out in local cat politics....
A few minutes ago I opened the front door, all set to yell "Cally! Gallus!"
Only a girl (aged around 12, staying - she said - with her granny next door) was standing on the doorstep. So was Gallus, and Gallus was yelling. I hadn't heard her through the door. So I checked myself before I yelled, picked Gallus up (the yells stopped immediately) and politely asked the girl if she lived around here. "Oh yes. I heard her crying, so I came up to see her."
I couldn't quite face stepping past her to yell "Cally!" with no explanation, so I wondered out loud where the other cat was, and stepped inside, without closing the door. I waited until the girl had reached the pavement before I called "Cally!" Before the girl could reach her gran's front door, I saw Cally slipping out from the garden next to my neighbour's: I pointed her out to the girl, who was running up her granny's stair. (Her gran is my neighbour on the other side, the one with whom I do not share a common stair.)
Anyway, both cats are in and safe from their afternoon's adventures.
1. (265 - (332 - (87 + 5)))/265 = 0.094: BNF factor 9.4%
2. Counter googlebombing: Jew.
3. Snark commentary on evil summaries of bad HP fanfic.
4.
You are Spirit, the other Mars Exploration Rover.
When you're not sulking at NASA and writing
poetry, you're drilling holes in rocks and
staring into craters.
Spirit's journal:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/spirit rover/
Which Martian exploration vehicle are you?
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5. Facing mortality? Here, have a casserole!
6. ID cards in everyone's wallets around 2010? Fuck that.
7. Last but definitely not least: Why the Alamo is over-rated as a tourist attraction, by
ginmar.
Tags: cally, cat politics, cats, gallus
Today I let both cats out for the first time since we moved here. There was a large black cat in the garden, whom Cally had been watching out of the window. I let her out: she slipped down the stairs like an elegant shadow and then she and the black cat played a short game of stare-stare until Cally decided to go investigate the neighbour's garden instead. Then I let Gallus out. (The gap was because I hadn't yet put Gallus's collar-and-tag on.) By this time, the black cat, perhaps puzzled by Cally's apparent disappearance, was sitting half-way up the stairs. Gallus appeared at the top of the stairs: I stood at the sitting-room window and watched a very brief game of stare-stare which ended when the black cat turned and fled as Gallus trundled down the stairs towards it. Good grief. Scary Gallus...
Later I saw a white-and-tabby cat sitting on the stairs. I wonder how my cats made out in local cat politics....
A few minutes ago I opened the front door, all set to yell "Cally! Gallus!"
Only a girl (aged around 12, staying - she said - with her granny next door) was standing on the doorstep. So was Gallus, and Gallus was yelling. I hadn't heard her through the door. So I checked myself before I yelled, picked Gallus up (the yells stopped immediately) and politely asked the girl if she lived around here. "Oh yes. I heard her crying, so I came up to see her."
I couldn't quite face stepping past her to yell "Cally!" with no explanation, so I wondered out loud where the other cat was, and stepped inside, without closing the door. I waited until the girl had reached the pavement before I called "Cally!" Before the girl could reach her gran's front door, I saw Cally slipping out from the garden next to my neighbour's: I pointed her out to the girl, who was running up her granny's stair. (Her gran is my neighbour on the other side, the one with whom I do not share a common stair.)
Anyway, both cats are in and safe from their afternoon's adventures.
1. (265 - (332 - (87 + 5)))/265 = 0.094: BNF factor 9.4%
2. Counter googlebombing: Jew.
3. Snark commentary on evil summaries of bad HP fanfic.
4.

You are Spirit, the other Mars Exploration Rover.
When you're not sulking at NASA and writing
poetry, you're drilling holes in rocks and
staring into craters.
Spirit's journal:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/spirit
Which Martian exploration vehicle are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
5. Facing mortality? Here, have a casserole!
6. ID cards in everyone's wallets around 2010? Fuck that.
7. Last but definitely not least: Why the Alamo is over-rated as a tourist attraction, by
Tags: cally, cat politics, cats, gallus
