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OK, Remi, we are SO not friends anymore. 3 am is not the time to be friends. I could have dealt with perhaps a few minutes of any of the things you did, but not all of them for an hour and a half-- purring on my face, powerkneading the backs of my knees-- with claws, walking up and down my body repeatedly, knocking things off my side table (Ok I lied, I can NEVER deal with that shit. Fuck with my glasses and DIE, bitch), futzing with the dishes in the sink, burying the food bowls, dragging rugs across the kitchen floor... Yeah, Remi took a little flying lesson, out the kitchen door, at 4 am.
Then Chita woke up, hearing the door go, and sauntered slowly downstairs to check things out. When instead of everyone getting up like she expected, it turned out that the house was dark and quiet and boring, and Remi was outside scratching my car tires (I am not making that part up) and clinking around, Chita began to ask questions. Noisily. "Meee?" What the hell is going on?
She wasn't as noisy as when she's trying to be obnoxious, but she was really confused.
Fuck it, it's 4:30 and I'm up. I don't have to be at work until noon, since the shop opens late on Sundays. Maybe I'll have time to take a nap before I have to go in?
Or I'll develop a taste for brains and just stagger around moaning a lot.
[eta] That was pretty funny. Neighbor lady (not the old batty one, the one on the other side) came home at 5 am from her night out on the town, and Chita was lying in her driveway back by the garage. I was watching her, and Chita didn't react to the car pulling in (a good 20 feet down the driveway, but in a straight line), or the woman getting out and walking up the driveway, but when she hit the power locks and the car beeped and flashed its lights, Chita leapt up and rocketed back over the fence into our yard. Such a brave cat.
Then Chita woke up, hearing the door go, and sauntered slowly downstairs to check things out. When instead of everyone getting up like she expected, it turned out that the house was dark and quiet and boring, and Remi was outside scratching my car tires (I am not making that part up) and clinking around, Chita began to ask questions. Noisily. "Meee?" What the hell is going on?
She wasn't as noisy as when she's trying to be obnoxious, but she was really confused.
Fuck it, it's 4:30 and I'm up. I don't have to be at work until noon, since the shop opens late on Sundays. Maybe I'll have time to take a nap before I have to go in?
Or I'll develop a taste for brains and just stagger around moaning a lot.
[eta] That was pretty funny. Neighbor lady (not the old batty one, the one on the other side) came home at 5 am from her night out on the town, and Chita was lying in her driveway back by the garage. I was watching her, and Chita didn't react to the car pulling in (a good 20 feet down the driveway, but in a straight line), or the woman getting out and walking up the driveway, but when she hit the power locks and the car beeped and flashed its lights, Chita leapt up and rocketed back over the fence into our yard. Such a brave cat.
