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[kiya]

I seem to have a new work routine; for much of the day I do the usual puttering about and multitasking. Sometime between two and four in the morning I come upstairs, get in bed with the laptop, and do some serious dedicated writing (and multitasking because I can't do just one thing for too long without my head exploding).

Trying to hash out a schedule for my trip to Cali. Ngargh. Progress may have been made.

Got up this morning to discover shreds of clear purple plastic all over the front hall. One does wonder how the boys got the catnip mousie off the fridge. How they got it out of the wrapping staralshain put it in is fairly clear. Spent the day with drugged-out cats, who alternated between vigorous wrestling matches and sprawling around going, "Dude. Have you ever, like, looked at your paws?"

Section 94: 355 words. Done.
Section 95: 354 words. Not done.

Desperately want kitty snuggles, yes.

. . . as opposed to cats who dunk their paws in the cup of water that lives by the bed and then splash me. As a regular habit. That means you, Lennon.

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[cheshyre]

Once Boopsie seriously OD'd on catnip. The canister fell over, spilling a small pile on the rug, and I said 'let her have what she wants, I'll clean up the rest later.'
I had to drive a friend home that evening, and when I came back, the catnip was gone and she had found the precise mathematical center of the bed and was not budging.

[yehoshua.livejournal.com]

"Dude. Have you ever, like, looked at your paws?"

"They call 'em fingers, but I've never seen 'em fing.... oh wait, there they go."

[nex0s.livejournal.com]

Buster doesn't seem to get into catnip too much. i think he finds it a bit overwhelming. a couple of sniffs and then he backs away slowly and settles into a reserved and little bundle -- well, as little as he gets anyway :)

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[jenett]

My cat story for the morning involves being reminded to give the cat more food (we have one of those free-feeder things, and fill it up once a week or so).

So, I go, open the bottom cupboard where the food lives, refill the container, put the food back in, close the cupboard. Husband goes off to work.

Few minutes later, here this *bump* *bump* *bump* sound that sounds remarkably like one of the cupboard doors being opened slightly, but falling back closed again.

I peer towards the kitchen, go "Huh" and (because I have a headache and am out of it) don't actually investigate yet.

I hear the noise again, peer around, and realise there is a lack of cat. Slightly odd, given that I'm actually home and it's daytime.

Go, open cupboard. There is a rather puzzled and slightly disorientated cat inside, who gets gently shooed out of the cupboard.

[tendyl.livejournal.com]

My baby's done this. It was hysterical at midnight and I'm trying to figure out what that noise is and how she got there and....oh cats so funny

[larksdream]

sprawling around going, "Dude. Have you ever, like, looked at your paws?"

*giggles helplessly*