We cleaned up Bellana’s room over the weekend and removed most of Miss Patches’ favorite hiding spots.
Her new favorite spot is Harry’s beanbag chair. Anyone in her position would do the same, obviously.

We cleaned up Bellana’s room over the weekend and removed most of Miss Patches’ favorite hiding spots.
Her new favorite spot is Harry’s beanbag chair. Anyone in her position would do the same, obviously.

To celebrate Ms Patches’ 11th adoptaversary we bought her a swanky present. A shiny new litter box. Her first litter box was a fully enclosed box. A few months ago we wanted to move her from the back door entrance way to the old bathroom but her litter box wouldn’t fit. We bought a new one that wasn’t an enclosed box, just your normal every day standard cat box. Today we realized that after all that time in the closed up box she had… well… apparently… taught herself to piss sideways. In the old box she would pee on the inside walls. In the replacement box she would still try to pee on the inside walls except there were no inside walls. She was standing inside the litter box and somehow missing. Not all the time, but some of the time.
So we bought her a new enclosed box and moved it back to the back door entrance way. We’re sorry kitty. We’re sorry for moving you in the first place and we’re sorry for moving you back. She’s one confused cat today. Again, sorry kitty. She can take solace in the fact that I cleaned up the mess in the old bathroom so she won’t have to do it herself. You’ve got that going for you, Missy.
Okay, that’s enough cat biology talk for today (assuming she actually uses the new litter box and doesn’t start shitting in the shower again like she did that one time).
Now we can concentrate on the important stuff. Stuff like Jen making breakfast for dinner tonight, and a certain Boston based baseball team’s playoff game.
11 years ago yesterday, I wrote this:
We own a cat.
Her name at the shelter was Panache. We might try to change that. She’s black with white feet, much like Floyd was.
They told Jen to pick a room and let her out there. We chose our bedroom. She dove right under the bed and wouldn’t come out. We took turns sitting with her. She’d poke her head out now and then. While we were eating dinner she came out to say hello.
Progress is being made.
Happy belated cat adoption day to the fifth member of our family, Miss Patches, formerly known as Panache, also known as Cat, also also known as Kitty, also also also known as about two dozen other names.
In honor of today’s Apple Event, I took two desk pics of Patches in portrait mode, using the 1x lens.
Happy M1 MacBook Pros day*!


*Based on rumors. The event might still be going on but I haven’t checked in. Hopefully there will be new MacBook Pros. Covid-Christmas II is coming, after all.
If there is a downside to watching the Great British Bake Off it is that the chances of eating cake go up massively after the cake week episode. Like, massively.
If you can call that a downside, of course.
Also, cat:

The Red Sox beat the Astros in game two, 9-5. They were up 9-0 early and kept letting Houston creep back, but they ran out of time. Game three is Monday night in Boston.
Now that the game is over we’ve moved on to the Bruins game. The opening game of the season is tied at one after two periods.
Just for completeness sake, UMass Lowell’s men’s ice hockey opening weekend was postponed because the other team had a Covid-19 outbreak.
And in closing, check out my cat.

Friday. 8:42am. I’m on my work computer but not connected to the VPN or punched in yet. I got about 6.5 hours of sleep last night. The cat did try to steal my spot every time I rolled over or got up to go to the bathroom or whatever. She also tried to sit on Jen’s head once.
I’m going to be shorthanded at work today. At least for part of the day. Here’s hoping the customers take it easy on us. The customers… the universe… existence… you know.
I haven’t done any exercise yet. Doesn’t look like that is going to become a habit just yet.
Okay, I guess I will punch into work now. Hope you all have a good day. Talk to you later.
I’m still awake. I shouldn’t be, but I am. Patches keeps trying to steal my side of the bed. This means war, feline.
The Dodgers and the Giants are tied at one a piece after six innings. I’m not watching, but it looks like it’s a good game. Let’s just hope the Red Sox win in a blow out tomorrow. I don’t want any stress.
I keep bitching about this, but there are a bunch of NHL teams that have played two games already and the Bruins don’t play at all until Saturday, two days from now. The Seattle Kraken have played two games and they didn’t even exist before this season. Why? I want hockey, damn it!

Look at her… taking up my space. Bed hog cat.