* * * I fucking HATE IT when my cell phone rings and I answer it, and there’s no one there because it was a machine who dialed the number to call me, and since I answered the call, they have to transfer the call to a real person, and there’s not always a real person immediately available, and it REALLY pisses me off, so I always hang up. Hope it wasn’t important. Also, yesterday my cell phone rang, and when I answered, a man with a thick Indian accent informed me that he needed to speak with “the person responsible for the company web page”, and when I said nothing, he repeated that he would like to speak with “the person responsible for the company web page”, and I thought of having to slog through a conversation with this man to explain to him that there IS no company attached to any of the three web pages I own, and I thought further about how with the language gap it would not be an easy conversation, and so rather than having to deal with the whole fucking mess, I just hung up on his ass. What I should have done was ask “Which web page, please?”, because since I recently paid for another couple of years for this page, chances are good the url and contact information rolled across some telemarketer’s desk, and it would be kind of funny to force a stranger to say “bitchypoo”. That, or register.com was going to harass me about paying for robynanderson.com, which is up for renewal in a few months, and register.com just adores harassing the motherfucking shit out of me for months before the site’s expiration date. I’m sure it’s not the last damn call I’ll be getting from them.
A fellow volunteer bought this thing at Target, but her cats are too big for it, so she offered it to me. I have to say, it is a HUGE hit. I brought it into the house and left it in the hallway for a little while, and when I went to take it upstairs, Tommy was splayed across the top of it. When I took it into the kitten room, the kittens raced around like their tails were on fire, jumping onto it and then back off, racing around the room, climbing up the side, smacking at each other from various compartments inside it. They lurve it, and they of course knocked it over, so I solved that issue by putting the condo across part of the bottom so it would hold it in place, and it seems to work just fine.
Crazy Eyes say, “I am a fearsome creature.
Crazy Eyes say, “This are my bowl.”
“MY bowl. Mine.”
::slurpslurp:: “MINE.”
Crazy Eyes and Chompers McGee (aka Jake and Susannah) try to determine just who is the boss ’round these parts.
Roland goes for the deep sniff.
Susannah hiding under the bowl – fascinating to the other kittens, apparently.
Susannah partakes of some fine kitty pot.
“ALLS I WANT IS A SNUGGLE! WHY WON’T YOU GIVE ME A SNUGGLE?!”
“ZZZzzzzzzzz…”
Hi Robyn,
I was at Target on Sunday and saw that cat climby thingy. We have three, two that would probably climb on it. Do you think it would support a 9 lb. slinky butt and a 11 lb catapotomus? I thought it looked like my kitters would flatten it.
Elaine: I can tell you that Tommy was able to get on top of it and it didn’t collapse under his weight, but he did knock it over pretty quickly. If your cats like to hang out in the “bed” parts of it, there probably wouldn’t be a problem, but if they climb up on top of it, it would probably fall over pretty regularly. You could circumvent that by putting something heavy in the bottom, though – I was considering a couple of bricks until I realized I could just move the kitty condo over to weight it down. Which is to say – I’d give it a try if I were you, and if it doesn’t work out, you could always return it! 🙂
OMG Elain! “Catapotomous” sent me roaring to the floor with tears running down my face laughing. I have a 20lb pudgeball, and that describes him to a T!
Well I think I will be off to Target today. Anything for the kitters. I can’t claim the catapotomous. I think I saw that on Cute Overload. Describes our Pete to a T. He just puddles up is about the only way to describe it. Right now he is sitting atop the cat condo (how funny that we all called them that right off and then found out that everyone else called them that, but I digress) trying to talk the hummingbird in for a snack. Hummingbird is smarter than the cat, sad to say.
That deep sniff pic is just crying out to be used somehow, somewhere. I can’t help but think that is a perfect banner pic for Trent of Pink fame to use with his slogan:
“Everybody’s business is my business”
I can’t. Quit. Laughing.
I see the deep sniff piecture truned into a coffee mug that says sometimes you have to kiss some butt to get ahead in the world. I would totally buy it!
I see the deep sniff piecture turned into a coffee mug that says “sometimes you have to kiss some butt to get ahead in the world.” I would totally buy it!
The deep sniff picture is hilarious!
I imagine you’ve tried this already, but if not, could the battery in the Boog’s collar be dead?
The thought of you running around in your nightdress gave me such a giggle but isn’t that what crazy cat ladies do?!? 🙂
Have you added to your cat egg collection to represent the additional cats (grey, black, etc.) you have added to your family?
Well, you made my day — with a huge laugh about you out chasing Mr. Boogers around in your nightgown. That happened to me when husband and I were living on our farm: A stray female cat had kittens in our storage/old wash-house and one managed to escape through a crack under the door early one morning.
I was in the house, saw the kitten outside and ran out to “rescue” her…just as the power/utility company truck pulled up to do some work on a power outlet. There I stood — hair frazzled from sleep/bed, in my nightgown, and a tiny kitten in hand.
LOL
“I fucking HATE IT when my cell phone rings and I answer it, and there’s no one there because it was a machine who dialed the number to call me, and since I answered the call, they have to transfer the call to a real person, and there’s not always a real person immediately available, and it REALLY pisses me off, so I always hang up.”
I always hang up too. You’re going to call me to put me on hold? I don’t think so!
I just want to say that you gotta love a woman who embraces the many uses of a word like douchebag. Hee!