... especially at 1:15 a.m.
i walked into my apartment after spending quite some time at the little sizzle's house, taking pictures for Frank J's contest (i really had none with which to enter), and as soon as i opened the door, i heard a loud screeching noise. i realized that my vacuum cleaner, standing tall in my dining room, was ON!!!! i quickly turned it off and started to freak out a little. who turned it on?? oh no, my gun is at the opposite end of the apartment!! oh, wait, my alarm is beeping at me to disarm it!! once i realized that the alarm was, in fact, armed, i calmed down a bit.
then this little head popped out of my bedroom, near the floor. Minerva. my precious calico. she immediately started talking up a storm. "meow this" and "meow that" and "meow have you been?" and "meow is that horrible meow?" and "do you have any meow what meow it is, young meow?" no doubt, the cats were roughhousing, and one of them haphazardly jumped onto the "ON" switch. i have no idea how long the machine had been on, but i'd been gone since around 5:30. eek! Minerva, of course, was sooooo happy to see me and sooooo happy that i turned off the screaming monster that was plaguing her existence.
yeah, that would have freaked me out too. silly kitties. hope they didn't scare themselves too bad.
Posted by: Jeffrey Collins | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 07:22 AM
themselves??! what about me?????
Posted by: sarahk | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 09:49 AM
LOL @ meow-talk. meow have you been... hehehe... really makes me miss the cats I've had in my life.
Ah well, one of these days I'll settle down long enough to have a cat again.
Posted by: krakatoa | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 12:18 PM
i was going to put that in the next post, cause i forgot the first time. but your system gave me some spiel about not letting me post again that quick.
then i had to go to work.
i apologize immensely.
Posted by: Jeffrey Collins | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 12:49 PM
jeffrey, i got that same message from yours once, so now you know i wasn't crazy. apology accepted, don't let it happen again. oh, and what's work? that word is foreign to me.
krakatoa, that's the only thing i don't like about having cats. i have to get a sitter if i want to leave; of course, i didn't used to, but then the cats convinced me that they need canned food twice a day in addition to their dry food. it's fine for now, while i have Adam to take care of them, but when i move to a city where i know no one, i won't be able to pick up and leave so frequently. wah.
Posted by: sarahk | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 01:27 PM
My last cat was a great traveler, so even though I never needed a sitter for him (he grew up on about 30 acres of land) if I did take him for a ride he was amazingly happy about it.
I adopted him when he walked into the Revco I worked at years ago. I fed him a slim jim on the ride home, so I think that pretty much started his love affair with vehicles.
I called him Kitty-kitty. Stop laughing. My rabbit's name was Bun-bun. Stop it. My dog's name was Brown-brown. Why won't you stop laughing at me?
Anyway, good old Kitty-kitty (shut it!) loved to try to stowaway. Even if he couldn't get into the car! I remember one time, I drove down my mom's long driveway, then down the long dirt road before the hard left across a one lane bridge. All in all about a mile and a half. As I slowed for the bridge, down jumps Kitty from the roof, sits on the hood and meows at me thru the windshield that he's ready to ride on the inside now!
My buddy Rickoshay (another interesting name-story) called my cat Kahuna-kitty based on his penchant for car-surfing.
I miss my cat. I left him to stay at my mom's when I went out into the great world on my own. Whenever I visited, he would always show up, which was impressive because he would hunt around a few hundred acres of adjacent farmlands.
A couple years ago he finally went to the great mousing fields in the sky. Here's to Kitty-kitty! Rah! :D
Posted by: krakatoa | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 04:48 PM
Minerva does pretty well in the car; Nicole starts to freak out the second i put her in the car and hyperventilate the second the car starts to move. Mia was great in the car until i was moving her out of my house -- she peed all over me.
Kitty-kitty sounds like quite a character.
Here's to Kitty-kitty and Mia. Rah! :D
Posted by: sarahk | Tuesday, April 27, 2004 at 09:03 PM