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My cats are morons.
Jul. 25th, 2008 02:19 pmReally. Is there any way to communicate to your cat(s) that however close to the window it may be, my desk is NOT a suitable route of egress?
Seriously. I understand that yes, it is convenient and all, but what's not convenient is my desk is home to my Team Rocket figures, my Rayquaza tin of pens and pencils, and Tracey's stylus (in its handy little holder), all of which are frequently knocked over in their subsequent wake (my James figure already got the little peg on his base permanently lodged in his left foot in this way.)
This is especially annoying sometimes at night when there's thunderstorms and they get freaked out by them and end up running away like the furry cowards they are, usually knocking crap off my little bookshelf as well in their panic (namely, the little vase of fake red and black roses/my cosplay black tulip- thankfully, no long term damage to them has been sustained the three or four times it's been knocked over.)
I mean, really. It's such a pain to have to go back behind my desk and fish whatever stuff they've toppled over back out, or scoop up all the pens and pencils and rearrange them all in the tin so they fit.
And people ask how I manage to write Persian so well in my fan fiction. I have to deal with two of them (the other two kitties like to stay in hiding) on a daily basis, believe me. No wonder Giovanni is always so pissed off.
Seriously. I understand that yes, it is convenient and all, but what's not convenient is my desk is home to my Team Rocket figures, my Rayquaza tin of pens and pencils, and Tracey's stylus (in its handy little holder), all of which are frequently knocked over in their subsequent wake (my James figure already got the little peg on his base permanently lodged in his left foot in this way.)
This is especially annoying sometimes at night when there's thunderstorms and they get freaked out by them and end up running away like the furry cowards they are, usually knocking crap off my little bookshelf as well in their panic (namely, the little vase of fake red and black roses/my cosplay black tulip- thankfully, no long term damage to them has been sustained the three or four times it's been knocked over.)
I mean, really. It's such a pain to have to go back behind my desk and fish whatever stuff they've toppled over back out, or scoop up all the pens and pencils and rearrange them all in the tin so they fit.
And people ask how I manage to write Persian so well in my fan fiction. I have to deal with two of them (the other two kitties like to stay in hiding) on a daily basis, believe me. No wonder Giovanni is always so pissed off.
