A huge gray fierce bumblekitty jumps on your nightstand!
> ignore bumblekitty
The bumblekitty hits!
The back of your neck tickles.
> ignore bumblekitty
The bumblekitty hits!
Your ear tickles.
> pat bumblekitty
The bumblekitty hits!
Your ear tickles.
> get up
> check internet
They're rioting in Africa
(You know the rest)
> write blog post
A little gray mouse-loving doggy jumps on your desk!
The doggy hits!
You can't reach your mouse.
Yeah, that's pretty much how things are starting out. Now that Huckleberry is off the mousepad, Top Hat is back and pawing at me, when she's not at the recycle bin playing paper-shredder. And here's a pygmy mountain lion (Southmoon) to squeak mournfully and give me reproachful looks unless I turn around, reach down, and give her a belly rub.
Sometime around 0130, Huckleberry declared Playtime.
He was very persistent about it.
After half an hour of that, I decided I might as well crawl out of bed for a while. Not sure that was a good idea, really.
Oh, well. Looks like global financial markets are perking back up a bit. Speaking of which:
I noticed a headline yesterday to the effect that Soros hadn't shorted the Pound this time. Really? So he was so wrapped up in the globalist ruling-class bubble that he truly believed that Brexit was inconceivable?
Funny how the overlords in their shiny palaces never quite get the message that the undifferentiated plebs resent having their lives micromanaged from afar by people they don't know and didn't vote for.
And, closer to home, that (and of course Identity Politics) is how you get things like the Traditionalist Worker Party. Look at the front page of their web site, and their platform seems almost reasonable in the current political context. (Mostly wrong, but reasonable.) Dig a little deeper, and you get to the part where America is for White People, and I'm not White, and they want me to wear these parentheses, just so they know who We are, mind; there's no mention of putting me on the train to Happy Fun Camp. Yet.
Enough randomness. Back to sleep. Maybe. (Playful fuzzballs aside, I think my metabolism has shifted recently, and maybe I'm burning some fat and liberating stored caffeine. Yes, I know caffeine isn't traditionally considered fat-soluble, so it's probably something else. It's 0248, you expect me to make sense?)
Not so much that the cats are acting itchy, as that I keep finding spots of flea poop on various smooth horizontal surfaces where the cats have been.
So, off to the store for a box of Advantage II for large cats (over 9 pounds), this being what I'd bought a few months ago - not cheap, but it works and has a much better reputation than the cheap products with regard to, e.g., not killing pets. Then...
Well, I figure I can keep the mess to a minimum by applying the stuff outdoors. So I open a path to the patio, and Huckleberry and Southmoon scamper out, with Top Hat ambling along later.
Open the first tube. Huckleberry is handy. Left hand under the chin, tube applied to back of neck, squeeze, squeeze (the tube, not the neck). Suddenly he notices that I've Put Something On Him, and runs to the garage.
Southmoon, meanwhile, has wandered into the sideyard. Chase her out of there, as far as the back of the house. Fetch the second tube. She figures Something Is Up, and Why Is Huckleberry Acting Like That? She goes into frightened wild animal mode, becomes very elusive, and runs into the garage, with its many places of concealment.
Top Hat is just inside the garage, and not particularly on alert, so I grab her (a bit awkward, regardless, since she's generally averse to being restrained in any way) and apply the poison.
Southmoon is still being evasive, so I go find Piggy and give her a half dose.
A couple of hours later, Southmoon has calmed down enough to be relaxing (more or less) up top of the cat tree, so I sneakily apply her dose; when she notices that I've put something on her neck, she freaks out again.
Now it's getting to be evening, and it seems they've all forgiven me, despite having oddly-styled hackles for the moment.
And they should be less bothered by fleas the next month or so.
Jumping in and out of boxes, playing with the wrapping paper, and generally being in the way: that's overgrown kittens for ya.
Huckleberry doesn't want to wait until tomorrow to open his presents. He thinks they look like cat toys and smell like catnip, and he wants to get at them now.
Hey, Petco actually had a catnip rat, and a few other somewhat size-appropriate toys, so I didn't have to look for cat toys in the dog department! (The label proclaimed it to be a "giant" rat, but it's really only the size of a small rat.)
Next year, I gotta start the cat-gift shopping on line, to see what toys for big fuzzy critters might be found. Breed-specific toys for Maine Coons? For bobcats? Pygmy mountain lions?
I'm still toying with the idea of getting some quail retriever training dummies and a launcher.
Uh-oh. Southmoon just discovered the catnip residue on my hands.
They'd been flea-ridden of late, and refusing to eat their yummy flea-poison-capsule-contents-dusted-over-treats, so it seemed time to try something else.
Local PetMegaMart had what seemed a Deal on a 6-month supply of back-of-the-neck flea stuff for a cat of at least 5 pounds, which could be a 1-month supply for four cats* plus two doses left for next month.
Applying the stuff, out on the patio, turned out to be a two-person endeavor, mainly because the youngsters think patio time is play time. Play time aside, they're not altogether enthusiastic about the stuff.
They've been trying to wash the backs of their necks. The resulting effect is of hackles** not so much raised as moussed.
* One a little over 5 pounds, probably, and the others 15 pounds or so each.
Dunno about travel; in past years, there's been parking in a large garage within walking distance of the fairgrounds. This year, nothing about that in the getting-there information; apparently those of us coming from the south are supposed to park at Oracle and take the shuttle bus, which seems rather less than convenient, especially if I buy anything large before departure time.
Anyway, gotta print some info, and some business cards.
Info should be easy: send to laser printer. Complication: Huckleberry the Arcturan Megakitten hears the laser printer spooling up and jumps on it, causing jams and scattering of already-printed pages.
Business cards should be easy, modulo feeding the paper: I have a PDF formatted to match the laser-perf cardstock which I also have. Just have to configure the new-ish office-type inkjet printer for letter-size paper (it's usually stocked with 11x17)... which means some significant futzing around in the "clear" area of the table, which all too often is full of cat.
Well, Top Hat had vacated the spot in front of the printer a while ago, so I just had to contend with a curious Huckleberry and Southmoon, both wanting to help. Oh, and dragging the printer far enough out of its nook to change the magenta ink cartridge.
But... it seems that the office-type printer, while it handles 11x17 plain paper admirably, doesn't speak card stock: it consistently declares a jam, whether I use the cassette or the rear feed slot.
A little more bashing at that (and some searching of the Intarwebs), and if it doesn't start cooperating I'll just have to drag in the cheap&cheesy little inkjet to print the cards.
Update: Gave up, for now, on getting the big printer to handle thick paper (apparently the menu option for thick paper doesn't do what it says on the tin). Ergo:
Out to the living room. Fetch the cheap little printer. Note that it doesn't have a power cord attached. Find the power connector: a dainty 2-pin type. Look for the cord. Eventually find, if not the, then at least a cord that'll do.
Plug USB cable into workstation front-panel port (driver is already installed from when the printer was new, an emergency purchase when the old 11x17 inkjet died). Doesn't seem to work. Kernel messages indicate a failure to enumerate. Maybe it doesn't get along with the USB3 port? Try a different one: also failure to enumerate. Wha'? OK, plug it into the hub where other things tend to be connected: now it works, and it feeds the card stock, and... most of the way through a page, it comes un-enumerated.
Guess the USB interface has some serious bobbles. Oh, well: I got two almost-full sheets of cards printed, so I have enough to fill my pocket for a day at the fairgrounds.
Joy had left her hot-air hair-curling thingamajig plugged in, in the bedroom.
Huckleberry had turned it on, leading to panic.
I think Top Hat had also been there, and fled in the opposite direction.
Anyway: wide awake now. Outdoors: rain. This morning, once it gets light: I'm on setup crew for an outdoors wedding. Forecast: not terribly informative, but it looks like we won't get rained on too much.
At least I won't be standing around on a blazing hot afternoon wearing a sport coat and slacks hastily acquired at Goodwill (i.e.: polyester).