Urgh....cats...
Mar. 14th, 2005 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzI'm a bit stressed right now. It all started Friday, with my stepdad coming over for coffee and business talks, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
steelweaver dropping in early while we were still busy. I planted Steelweaver behind my computer with the promise of tea coming up and concluded my business with Luc, and then made ready for the arrival of sna who had finally found the time to come sew. I put NoKey's sewing machine on the drawing table, and made the promised tea. After making a little something for Josianne's birthday, no Malor in sight still. Just as I was ranting on IRC to NoKey about this, he rang the doorbell. Rushed, and about to leave again, he explained the troubles with his brother and his car and such. We managed to cheer him up, though. My mood to sew was gone though, and I did manage to work some on my boots, but without much elan.
I love how Malor and I can sometimes be in one mind about something and can supplement the other so well at times. "Oh, the angst."
Saturday I was even less energetic as the night before, and NoKey was tired as well, so we decided not to undertake the trip to Tiel (over an hour and a half in the train, followed by a long night of party I just didn't feel up to). We managed to get a hold of Josianne to cancel, and I still feel very sorry for not going to her party, but I don't think I could have been much fun anyway.
Sunday was okay, some Colonists of Catan, and a lot of sleep.
Today I had to go fix something at the bank. I have an account for which I needed to sign some agreement so I could work with the money, but in stead of being able to sign myself, the bank thought my parents had to sign for it. That, while I am of age. So, miss Steketee, our nice bank employee, helped me out there. The account was still of the old system and not coupled with my other accounts and it didn't seem to know I was of age. She changed all that.
I came home to finish the blue kirtle I was working on. The weirdest thing, on Esmeralda it looks horrid, and on me it looks good. The shoulder seams are strange on the dressdoll, but not on me. of course, I'm a real woman (with hips to carry a laundry basket, three children, and a dog). Esmeralda might have the size of me, but she just doesn't stretch and flex the way I do. (speaking of which: *ow.*)
I then continued to look at the scrap pieces of fabric I still had lying around. Lying around they were indeed, as well as scrap. The 130 cm x 150 cm I had left were on the floor, and apparantly one of the cats thought it necessary to pee on them. Seeing that Lisa has been raised as a cute little kitten and according to NoKey has never ever peed outside the litterbox, I had no other alternative then to pick up Dusty, put her with the nose on the facts and rub it on. (i.e. her nose has been rubbed in the pee) After that it was time for her punishment: 30 seconds of cold shower in the kitchen. She hardly struggled at first but after I let her go, ran to the dressing room and sat there meowing miserably.
She deserved every second of that punishment, of course, and I told her so.
I like to know the "why" of things. Why does my cat pee on my backpack (earlier this week) and my cloth? Is she jealous? Is she upset that we went away for a couple of hours? I just like the more stubborn cats who go "fuck you, I'm not gonna sit in your lap", but Dusty puzzles me. One moment she pees on my stuff, the next she is very cuddly and wants to be petted.
I had to throw the cloth away. It was enough to make a short-sleeved tunic from, but I can't wash it hot enough that you won't smell it anymore. Or rather: I'm not going to take the risk.
Damned cat.
steelweaver dropping in early while we were still busy. I planted Steelweaver behind my computer with the promise of tea coming up and concluded my business with Luc, and then made ready for the arrival of sna who had finally found the time to come sew. I put NoKey's sewing machine on the drawing table, and made the promised tea. After making a little something for Josianne's birthday, no Malor in sight still. Just as I was ranting on IRC to NoKey about this, he rang the doorbell. Rushed, and about to leave again, he explained the troubles with his brother and his car and such. We managed to cheer him up, though. My mood to sew was gone though, and I did manage to work some on my boots, but without much elan. I love how Malor and I can sometimes be in one mind about something and can supplement the other so well at times. "Oh, the angst."
Saturday I was even less energetic as the night before, and NoKey was tired as well, so we decided not to undertake the trip to Tiel (over an hour and a half in the train, followed by a long night of party I just didn't feel up to). We managed to get a hold of Josianne to cancel, and I still feel very sorry for not going to her party, but I don't think I could have been much fun anyway.
Sunday was okay, some Colonists of Catan, and a lot of sleep.
Today I had to go fix something at the bank. I have an account for which I needed to sign some agreement so I could work with the money, but in stead of being able to sign myself, the bank thought my parents had to sign for it. That, while I am of age. So, miss Steketee, our nice bank employee, helped me out there. The account was still of the old system and not coupled with my other accounts and it didn't seem to know I was of age. She changed all that.
I came home to finish the blue kirtle I was working on. The weirdest thing, on Esmeralda it looks horrid, and on me it looks good. The shoulder seams are strange on the dressdoll, but not on me. of course, I'm a real woman (with hips to carry a laundry basket, three children, and a dog). Esmeralda might have the size of me, but she just doesn't stretch and flex the way I do. (speaking of which: *ow.*)
I then continued to look at the scrap pieces of fabric I still had lying around. Lying around they were indeed, as well as scrap. The 130 cm x 150 cm I had left were on the floor, and apparantly one of the cats thought it necessary to pee on them. Seeing that Lisa has been raised as a cute little kitten and according to NoKey has never ever peed outside the litterbox, I had no other alternative then to pick up Dusty, put her with the nose on the facts and rub it on. (i.e. her nose has been rubbed in the pee) After that it was time for her punishment: 30 seconds of cold shower in the kitchen. She hardly struggled at first but after I let her go, ran to the dressing room and sat there meowing miserably.
She deserved every second of that punishment, of course, and I told her so.
I like to know the "why" of things. Why does my cat pee on my backpack (earlier this week) and my cloth? Is she jealous? Is she upset that we went away for a couple of hours? I just like the more stubborn cats who go "fuck you, I'm not gonna sit in your lap", but Dusty puzzles me. One moment she pees on my stuff, the next she is very cuddly and wants to be petted.
I had to throw the cloth away. It was enough to make a short-sleeved tunic from, but I can't wash it hot enough that you won't smell it anymore. Or rather: I'm not going to take the risk.
Damned cat.
