Fanty hides from the camera. She hides when people move around. So if I move around, or someone else does, to get the camera, BOING!
But the other thing about Fanty is that she longs to be petted. She shoves her head into my hand. she is a violent attack snuggler.
So when Arthur came in (at my behest) to take her picture, I coaxed her out from under the bed with promise of petting, and then I did one of her favorite things: Grabbed the scruff of her neck:
I had an old photo editor that worked perfectly fine and was in no way inferior to upgrades I use at work. But it was incompatible with Vista. So fuckity fuck. I installed an upgrade and now I’m back in business.
And look what I found laying around in my hall:
I was totally up early to put up cat pics, and the batteries in my camera died, so I couldn’t download the pics.
With Arthur out of school, I can sleep with Mingo. What’s that, you say?
When Arthur was in high school, he got up at 5:30 in the morning. Which is to say, his incredibly loud alarm went off at 5:30, and then the second alarm clock went off at 6. Now, Arthur’s bedroom is down a long hall from my bedroom, and if I sleep with my door even slightly ajar, his alarms wake me up.
Me, not him, mind. But it’s fairly unpleasant, especially since I don’t need to get up until 7 or 7:30.
Mingo loves to sleep with me, and so I started letting him sleep in the room with me. But if I close the door, he scratches to get out way early. Usually when Arthur gets up, so he can follow Arthur around the house.
And weekends are no good because (a) Arthur will forget to turn his alarm off (in fact, his alarm is going off every morning while he’s away at Starwood, but not until 8, so I can live with it, and no I can’t figure out how to turn it off myself thanks for asking), and (b) if the cat sleeps with me on the weekends, he gets used to it and wants to sleep with me during the week. Which means that instead of waking me in the middle of the night to let him out, he’s waking me in the middle of the night trying to get in.
Oy.
But he’s fab to sleep with. He cuddles up and holds still with your arms around him. He’s like a breathing teddy cat. And if I brush him regularly, he’s all soft and snuggy.
So now that Arthur’s alarm is not an issue, I sleep with the door open, and Mingo sleeps with me. Yum.
So, in case you haven’t noticed, there’s been no catblogging lately. It’s Bill Gates’s fault.
I really do hate Vista. Fuck Vista. I had no choice but to get it, because I couldn’t find a good new computer with XP on it, and my old computer died, and you get the picture.
But my photo editor doesn’t have working filters on Vista. Everything else works; I can open, mask, crop, resample, all those photo-y things. But I can’t sharpen, brighten, or any of those things, so I can’t take crappy cat pictures and turn them into awesomely adorable cat pictures.
So I should focus on solving this problem. Instead I just grunt and growl and move on to some other task.
So, fyi, cats still cute.
Mingo in Mommy’s lap, awaiting scritch
I lost my camera. Then found it. Then lost it. And found it again early this morning.
Normally I do the photo stuff on Thursday nights, so finding it this morning didn’t really help.
To refresh your memory, here is a rerun of a cute picture of my cute cats.
He’s standing on my alarm clock.
Look, I wake up without an alarm, unless I’m getting up extra-early, and here’s a lovely reason why: He stands on my alarm clock. There’s like, buttons there.
I am not sure how we started picking Mingo up in strange ways. Like this. But he loved it. Loved it. And begged for it. And actually, still begs for it. But it seemed really weird and creepy so we asked the vet and she said don’t do it. So we don’t.
But it makes for a wild photo.
I usually do the catblogging Thursday night so it’ll show up here Friday morning. I forgot. Sorry. It’s been kind of a week.
Until I get that USB port fixed, I’m not uploading new photos. Rest assured, they’re still pretty cute.
