Today marks 12 years since I first met Fred.
Happy anniversary, baby!
Remember back in December when I asked y’all to send good thoughts toward Jonas, who’d just been medevacced out of town?
Well, Jonas is finally home! Yay!!!!
We had a little weirdness on Friday in the form of a super-mega-mutant egg. Read about it (and see pictures!) on Fred’s site. I spent Friday evening cringing in sympathy for poor Flappy McGee. She seems to be perfectly okay, though, so I guess she recovered quickly.
Fred posted another entry yesterday, complete with pig movie. The pigs talk to Fred. Fred talks back. He sounds like, well, go see for yourself.
For the record, when I said in Friday’s entry,
if the pigs are boys (and we suspect they are), they were castrated before we brought them home.
what I meant was
if the pigs are boys (and we suspect they are), they were castrated before we brought them home.
I did not say
if the pigs are boys, I assume they were castrated before we brought them home.
So, to restate the statement so that it’s clearer:
I don’t know if the pigs are boys, but Fred tells me that they are. If they are boys then they were castrated before we brought them home, because the man who sold them to us told us that he castrated all the boys in that group of pigs himself.
I don’t know if I mentioned that we’ve started watching The Office or not, but we finished off the disc from Season 1 (which we got from Netflix) pretty quickly, and since Saturday was such a cold, crappy day Fred went to the movie store, and we spent the afternoon watching movies and the first disc of The Office, Season 2.
That is such a damn good show. I should have known it would be – my friend Liz loves it, and without fail every time she recommends a show, we end up loving it. Vis a vis: Oz. Seinfeld (I didn’t get into Seinfeld until around Season 3, I think). There are others, I just can’t think of them at the moment.
At one point, Fred said “I think Dwight Schrute might be the best character ever shown on television.”, and I had to tell him “That’s because you are Dwight, only with a sense of humor.” Then I thought about it and said “You’re Dwight with Jim‘s sense of humor.”
Such a fine, fine show. If you’re looking for a show to fill your time ’til the previously-on-strike shows come back, you could definitely do worse.
Friday afternoon I was sitting in the living room watching Lost when the phone rang. The manager of the no-kill cat shelter I volunteer for was calling.
“Want some kittens?” she asked.
“You know I do! When can I come get them?”
“Any time!”
So I got up and got me some kittens.
Lindsay, Lucille and Maeby.
They’re named, in case it’s not apparent (or you’re not a fan) after the women of Arrested Development. They’re about three months old, and they were just spayed Thursday (I think). The first day we had them, all they did was sleep. And sleep. And sleep some more. If I went in and picked one of them up, they’d let me snuggle them, but they weren’t into it.
Then yesterday morning I went in, and they got up and played. And chased each other around. And came over to sniff me.
They are seriously cute and sweet. I don’t expect them to be around very long; since they’ve been spayed and they’re all healthy, we’re just waiting for room to open up at the pet store.
Lindsay, the friendly one. You pick her up, and she starts purring very loudly. Actually, you don’t even need to pick her up, you can just talk to her, and she purrs and purrs. She’d let you hold her all day long and pet her if you wanted.
Maeby, the semi-friendly one. She won’t come looking for love, but if you pick her up and pet her, she’ll put up with it for a little while before she remembers she’s got somewhere else to be. She’s the most playful of the three, though she’s not impressed with catnip (none of them are).
Lucille, the least friendly of the three. She’d rather you not pick her up, please. Also, she doesn’t want to play. She’s suspicious of your intentions. Why do you keep looking at her? Oh, OKAY, if you must pick her up she’ll stay in your arms for a long 30 seconds before she runs off. It’ll take a little while to make friends with her, but I suspect that once she’s your friend, she’s your friend forEVER.
Lindsay and Lucille, snuggling in the sun.
Lindsay in the sun.
Lucille in the sun.
Maeby would like to nap, please.
The permanent cat residents of the house are not impressed with the new additions, especially since that means they can’t hang out in the foster kitten room anymore. Maxi was so eager to get in the foster kitten room that I let her in for a minute to see what would happen. Would she be all “Oh! Bebbeh kittehs! I love!” and begin grooming them?
Not so much. Instead, she sniffed noses with one of them, and then hissed and would have gone so far as to start smacking, but I picked her up and put her out of the room. The kittens responded by puffing up and walking slowly around the room.
Maxi, apparently, is not the new goodwill ambassador to the kittens.
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Give Maxi sunshine and concrete, and she’s a happy, happy kitty.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: Today’s the 10th anniversary of the day Fred and I met.
2005: I met Fred nine years ago today.
2004: Eight years ago today, I entered the IRC Undernet channel #!Fredsplace and met the geek who owned and ran the channel, who would eventually become the love of my life. (Complete with mush!)
2003: Sick Poo.
2002: No entry.
2001: Five years ago today, I was on IRC and I wandered into the Undernet channel #!Fredsplace, and I met the love of my life. (More mush!)
2000: Four years ago today, I wandered into the IRC Undernet channel #!Fredsplace, thus setting into motion a chain of events which would echo down through the years.