Today should be comparatively exciting. I have an interview this morning (wish me
luck!) and lunch with a former coworker and her baby later in the
day.
I believe I have finally figured out what "stewed tea" is and
why it's bad. Lesson learned: do not reuse jasmine tea leaves. Or if you do, don't
steep them for too long.
Conversations with my younger cat would be
far more interesting if I only knew the meaning o his favorite word, "mrowwwrr".
When he's being verbose, it's "myep-mrowwwwrrrr". He will sometimes answer when
spoken to, so perhaps he understands me better than I understand him. In which
case, I should keep whispering to him, "Hairballs go in the litterbox. Claws stay
in when you're on my lap." This is the same cat who, when he was small, used to
like to sleep in my hair, purr loudly in my ear, and knead my neck with his claws.
Unfortunately, the resulting kitty-line-drives to the foot of the bed, seem to
have left him feeling a tad insecure.
Actually, he started out that
way -- scared of everything, when we first brought him home, he spent three days
hiding under our bed, sneaking out only in he middle of the night. In the last
couple of years, he's finally started to be a bit less of a scaredy-cat. It only
took the better part of a decade, through five houses and two states. He still
thinks I'm his mother, though. He especially likes to sit on my lap when I'm on
the computer because he knows I'm not going anywhere suddenly. In fact, this has
made him fond of the computer itself, and he will walk by it, scratch his ears on
the monitor, and then sit on the mouse. As a result, I have been trying to teach
him to stay off the desk.
Whoever named the computer pointing device
a "mouse" should not have made that name known to the felines of the world.