The magic of normalcy

[pjthompson]

I got Amalia Rodrigues cranked up to the max, sea scallops marinating in the fridge for the grill, a kitty snoring in the chair nearby...and at this moment in time, I want nothing more from life. Will. Not. Last. But that's okay, too. Knowing something good is transitory adds to its piquancy.

The last two weeks the roommate has been having her bathroom remodeled. It really needed it, as the floor beneath the shower was sagging, and the contractor did a lovely job, enlarging the shower and doing a nice tile job of the shower, bathroom floor, and counter. Lots of disruption, what with borrowing of showers and sinks and toilets, but the results have been worth it.

But Min, never the bravest of cats, goes into hiding for as long as the guys are in the house working—under the bed, under the sofa, under the chair, squeezing into spaces that will barely contain her Larger-Than-When-She-Moved-In girth. It doesn't matter how much poobie woobie talk I do, I can't convince her to come out.

Unless I get on the computer. The computer, apparently, is so much a part of our normal weekend routine that Min feels utterly reassured. When she hears the start up chords of the Mac, I hear rustling from under the chair, and by the time the keys are tapping, she's squeezed out and climbing over the couch so she can come onto the desk for a scritch.

Nothing can hurt a kitty when mom is on her Magic Normalcy Machine.

Comments

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

Awwww, poor Mins.

The day I moved into the current apartment, I thought it would be a good idea to bring Maeve and Kerry up here early in the day and lock them in the bedroom while I carted stuff up before the movers arrived. I did this forgetting that, (a) Maeve refuses to accept the tyranny of a door, (b) Maeve has claws, and (c) this apartment has wall-to-wall carpeting. Now there is a ragged three-inch square near the juncture of the door and frame in my bedroom. There will be hell -- and a management company -- to pay when I move out.

But Maeve has slowly come to trust this place for the time being, and still deigns to let me pet her, especially in windowsills, where all can admire her beauty.

And she tells me she still thinks you should get Min a pet hamster.

[pjthompson]

Maeve takes no prisoners! But I'm glad she's deigned to let you pet her. Min found a new sleeping/hiding place tonight so after dinner Mom and Second Mom nearly tore their hair out looking for her. She wasn't answering the call--favorite kitty sport. Finally I heard a minute creak out in the enclosed patio and listed a table cloth that covered the chair pushed into the table. "Haha!" said Min.

You know they can't get out, but that doesn't stop the scenarios from spinning.

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

You know they can't get out, but that doesn't stop the scenarios from spinning.

Lord, no.

A funny, and what prompted the benighted bedroom solution -- after I'd brought Kerry up here, I returned with Brigid, and Kerry chose that moment to slip out the door. She trotted all the way to one end of the hallway, where Mr. Pennybacker lives, only to find she'd no place to hide down there. So she slipped past me and trotted to the other end of the hall, where the hot Asian dude lives. He wasn't home, darn it. Kerry gave up and let me scoop her up and bring her back to the holding area.

[pjthompson]

MMMmmmm. Hot Asian guys...mmmm... I'm glad you were able to retrieve Kerry eventually. Those little dickenses always got to be testing. (Try to convince her to run towards the hot Asian guy first next time. Maybe you could pound demurely on the door and ask if he's see your lost kitty--blink, blink?) :-)

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

Bwahahaha! Yes, Kerry is definitely the one to send down that end of the hall. If I sent Maeve, she'd never let me join her and the Hot Asian Dude.

[pjthompson]

Tell that hussy that sharing is a good thing. :-) (Of course, she'll probably just remind you that she told me to get a hamster for Min and I wouldn't, so...)

[inkbabies.livejournal.com]

hot asian guys are good.... ::grins::

::see java_fiend::

[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

That's pretty awesome...
I guess it's like the traffic noise outside, or a ticking clock when we're kids... something we wouldn't notice until the noise is gone.

[pjthompson]

It certainly seems to be her safety point. Funny kitty.

[inkbabies.livejournal.com]

aha! another fellow Mac user! yay! no wonder your kitty is reassured! ::grins::

[pjthompson]

Yeah, because MACS RULE!! :-)

[inkbabies.livejournal.com]

indeed they do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
what sort do you have?

(I currently have 2...but my old ones still work, and reside with my ex-husband)

[pjthompson]

At home I have a 3-year old iMac, and at work I have a wonderful, powerful G5 with a cinema screen. *sigh*

[inkbabies.livejournal.com]

I have a G4 laptop and a new MacBookPro laptop....

With a G5, what sort of work do you do? Graphics?
(I do web design on the side)

[pjthompson]

Yeah, I do graphics and document production, though unfortunately, these days I'm mostly working on a PC. Stupid machines.

[inkbabies.livejournal.com]

yeah, PCs suck.

[pjthompson]

Whenever I have to do graphic stuff I'm grinding my teeth. I know it would take one or two simple steps on a Mac, but things are always so much more convoluted on those damned PCs.

[inkbabies.livejournal.com]

it's so true. and one of my co-workers insists that PCs are way better...she's a nutter.