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It occurs to me that I get way too punchy when I'm sick. I always thought I'd get punchy -- maybe even funny -- when I'm drinking, but I don't.

As proud as I am of my FlyLady babysteps, I have to admit I never made it out of a robe today. I went to bed after a couple rounds of nasal spray and nose-blowing with hardly any sinus pain but a headache in the frontal lobe and woke up with evil sinuses, a pounding headache and a stiff neck. I'm still trying to get my stomach to settle enough to pop a ketoprofen (pain reliever) and a 12-hour Sudafed, but I treated myself to a bowl of ice cream after the last round of puking. Vogon wants to try the TENS unit on my median nerve at P6 (an acupuncture point located on the wrist near where you take someone's pulse) since that's where over-the-counter acupressure bands sold for nausea relief work.

Biko has the most incredible purr. It's almost silent, so Vogon thought for the longest time that she simply didn't purr, but if you turn your ear towards her when you expect her to be purring, you can hear a very quiet purr, almost fluttery. She takes good care of me, too -- I've woken up to the kitty breathalyser a few times, though I'm snuggly with her anytime as long as I'm not sick and trying to sleep. She sits next to me when I'm puking and sometimes pats my legs with her tail, like a feline equivalent of holding my hair back. (I put it up when I'm sick anyway, so there's no actual need for that.) And now that I'm not puking but still feeling bad, she's been sitting on my lap and occasionally looking up at me like she's checking on how I am. When I got up to use the bathroom and empty Laurel's potty (she sat on hers when I went into the bathroom), Biko hopped up in front of my keyboard until I sat down, then she stepped down and made herself comfortable.

Laurel is a really funny kid sometimes. This morning I stayed in bed after she woke up (bad mommy, I know) and when I came out into the kitchen, she was standing on the kitchen stepstool getting into a bag of pretzels that were hers, just out of her reach. She had a triangular brown stain on her shirt (classic drool pattern *g*) that she said "I'm sorry! I did it on purpose!" when I asked her what it was, but I didn't identify it until a few hours later as cinnamon. While she was standing close enough for me to smell it, she said "I want to go to the airport!" I asked her why and she replied, "I want to sit on the chairs." She's currently running around like GIR with the decimated remains of a plastic lei that Vogon brought home with him. Now she's yelling along to a Sesame Street DVD which is, thankfully, only thirty minutes of the red demon.

Occasionally, there are things on Salon.com I actually want to read other than World O' Crap, which I'm temporarily not reading the LJ syndicated feed of because I'm sick of hearing about the election. Mostly Anne Lamott, because she's funny and snarky and a bit of a hypochondriac (like me, only she's witty about it). A quote lil_sass posted the other day reminded me of just how much I love her books and it makes me want to buy everyone copies of her books. Seriously, go read Bird By Bird and Operating Instructions. If you don't mind the religious theme, read Traveling Mercies too. Anyway, through November 2nd, Salon is running a 2 for 1 membership offer. I don't have a credit card at the moment but I have PayPal and would be willing to pay someone $17.50 (half the cost of a single membership) if they purchase a year of Salon Premium and hook me up with the gift membership.

Vogon came in early. As he came out of the shower, Laurel was singing along to the Oinker Sisters' "This Little Piggy" both out of sync and tune. Vogon said "Don't quit your day job," and she replied "Sorry!".


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Oct. 22nd, 2004 02:13 pm (UTC)
Remember Sammy-cat? She'd purr so softly that it was just barely audible, and if you stroked her throat softly, you could feel her purring..
Oct. 24th, 2004 07:00 am (UTC)
Samantha was the name of the first and very dearest cat that has ever owned me (they own us, you know, we never own them). She was a Russian Blue and had a very similar personality to my Biko Mira, even though Biko is a Siamese (tortie point). I'm curious about what breed your Sammy was.
Oct. 24th, 2004 10:08 am (UTC)
I don't know what breed she was ... a she owned a family friend until he moved into an appartment that didn't allow pets. I'll see if I can dig up a picture of her. I don't remember much except that she was black and white ...
Oct. 24th, 2004 10:34 am (UTC)
I only have hazy memories of her compared to Teegrr, but Laurel asks about him about the time. *g* Her purr sounds wonderful.
Oct. 22nd, 2004 07:38 pm (UTC)
CT purrs like that. He also rarely meows. One time he did and I thought I'd hurt him or something, but I guess in the mornings, he actually says good morning to everyone, and then basically is silent the rest of the day. The other cat on the other hand never shuts up and purrs incredibly loudly.
Oct. 24th, 2004 07:16 am (UTC)
Most cats have a language all their own. They have distinct words that they use and a very specific way of communicating with other people (2 legged people as well as the 4 legged kind). If you observe carefully you can learn their language (and, I assume you already know all this).

But, cats usually don't say anything if they don't have anything to say, kind of like smart humans (a group among which I cannot count myself, in all honesty LOL).

Something to try with CT... When you come home, as soon as you walk through the door go over and very specifically greet him with obvious intent. I'll bet he responds quite well to that (most cats are very proper -- I learned most of my better manners from them). Biko Mira is quiet most of the time, but when she wants something she addresses me as a peer. Cats rarely do that with humans, I think.

Oh, and apparently at least some cats really like it when you attempt to speak to them in their own language. This sounds crazy, but Biko seems to really like it when I use her words for things. She has a specific sound-symbol for food/water, a specific sound-symbol for "outside", and a specific sound-symbol for "litter box" (as well as about 400-500 other words she uses).

Linguists, untie!
Oct. 24th, 2004 10:42 am (UTC)
I'm still amused that you named him after a character in Infinite Jest. If you ever name a cat Hal Incandenza, I will swoon. Out of curiosity, what's the other cat's name?

Biko greets me in the morning, along with what I think is 'good night' about twenty minutes after we go to bed -- she'll be in another room and meow loudly, I'll reply, she'll meow back, then come into the bedroom most of the time. She usually only meows at me for a few reasons (food/water, outside, and litter box as Vogon mentioned, as well as 'pet me', 'keep petting me' and 'save me from your demon child'), but she makes really cute noises when I'm scratching her tummy or she's lying on my lap like a baby, which she periodically does when I'm sitting at the computer.
Oct. 24th, 2004 05:21 pm (UTC)
Actually, we've had CT for long before I read IJ. (Although, hm, IJ was 1996... I _think_ we've had him longer than that, but I don't quite recall.) "CT" stands for "Crooked Tail", since he was originally an abandoned cat that we took in. So, we'd just refer to him as That Crooked-Tail Cat, since his previous owner slammed his tail into the door a few times because he thought it was Funny. Dude's an ass, and I would like to kick him in the crotch if I ever got the chance.

And the other one is "Henry O'Brien", although everyone just calls him "Baby".
Oct. 25th, 2004 01:03 pm (UTC)
I'm going to close my eyes, sing la-la-las and pretend you named your cat after Charles Tavis because I like that better.

I would loan my stompy boots to the cause of kicking people who abuse animals.

How do you get "Baby" from Henry O'Brien? Then again, I have no idea how Vogon got most of the nicknames for Biko for her, except that it's funny to call her 'stinkerbelle'. (:
Oct. 25th, 2004 06:12 pm (UTC)
Well, "Baby" comes from the fact that he likes to be held upside-down like you would a baby. You know, on his back.
Oct. 23rd, 2004 09:51 pm (UTC)
Glad I could be of service. ;)
Oct. 25th, 2004 11:35 am (UTC)
So am I. You have a knack for reminding me of all sorts of fun things that might otherwise fall out of my head.
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