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This video has been around for a while, but it still amuses me. Obviously this means that I need to share it with you all.

Obviously.

So, please enjoy the silly dancing kitty.

…an Unidentified Feline Object, that is.

This evening we had a nice breeze coming in through the back screen door. I was sitting at the kitchen table working on the laptop, minding my own business and occasionally annoying one of my cats hanging out near the door. I heard the Jingle Cat go by outside and ignored it, as Jingle Cat is a scaredy cat that is not interested in skritches. Then, when I got up to make some tea I glanced out through the screen door and saw an unfamiliar unknown and generally unidentified cat. For the purposes of this post I shall henceforth refer to him as “Charlie” as he has one of those Charlie Chaplin mustaches.

Charlie was sitting calmly outside watching me. Of course, my cats weren’t too happy about this interloper.

What was I to do? I had to go outside to pet the strange animal. (Hey. It beats running with scissors.)

It turns out that Charlie is quite friendly, so I spent a little while outside talking to him. And then I went inside. Charlie waited a minute, then decided to try climbing the screen and hissing at my babies. I went for the spray bottle, which Charlie obviously recognized. So, he went off to chew on my weeds. This he is welcome to do.

So, there you are. A close encounter with a UFO.

We are doing a few upgrades on the server. You may have noticed the periodic downtime. So, this is me testing the Wordpress ugrade.

Isn’t that a cute picture of Frisbee?

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I have a cat named Merry. I tend to call her Mer-Mer, or the Mer. She is small, black, and cute. Merry, however, comes with rules of conduct.

Rules of the Mer:

* Do not attempt to pet Merry unless she is 1) on the couch or 2) on the bed. Then, you may pet her if you live in the house. Strangers may not touch the Mer. Actually, strangers will not even see the Mer. (My sister is the noted exception to the non-resident rule.) Residents may pet the Mer, but only for a very short time. Too much petting will result in the Mer up and leaving.

* Do not attempt to pick up the Mer. The results vary from the wiggly Mer escaping to various and sundry puncture marks. If you have managed to actually subdue a picked up Merry, do not then make a loud noise, or you will have a nice long scratch to go with your puncture scars.

* Do not attempt to feed the Mer anything that is not kibble. Merry disdains all manner of cat yummies, up to, and including, tuna. The Mer laughs at treats and completely ignores wet food.

* Do not expect the Mer to meow, unless it is in annoyance. Then she is more likely to hiss and growl.

* Do not be tempted by the furry Mer belly. It is a trap.

The third rule is how I know that there is a podcat living in my house. Very occasionally, Mer-Mer will act completely out of character. She might meow a little, or let you pet her a bit longer than normal. But the other day something completely unprecedented occurred.

Merry drank milk.

She has never even been interested in milk before, much less anything that is non-kibble in nature. Better yet, I was in the right place to take a grainy picture of the event, as is right and proper for a sighting of this kind. I have seen the podcat. Currently she doesn’t seem bent on world domination, unless her plans are hidden under the bed somewhere.

I’ll keep an eye on her though. Just in case.

Before you play this video, be sure that you are NOT drinking or eating.

Seriously.

Sister mine, put down your breakfast.

Ready? Okay. You can start now.

Looky what I made using Mosaic Maker! That was fun.

My cat-sib Emma says, “Rub my belly at your own risk.”

Today we received our new washing machine which replaces the 8.5 year old leaky one that only ran on the delicate cycle. I’ve quite peeved about the expenditure, coming as it does directly on the heels of the new server, but isn’t it always the way things go?

Now, well you may ask: why didn’t the washer arrive on Monday instead of Tuesday? Because it was MLK day, and thus a holiday?

Nope. The washer did not arrive on Monday, boys and girls, because someone stole the delivery truck. Seriously. I was awakened at 8:30am on my day off by the poor woman from Sears who wanted to let me know that my machine would arrive a day late…because their truck had been stolen.

Egad.

In other news, my work blog has received kudos from my co-workers. Yay! I really wish that I had more time to spend on it. I’m trying to mix up my books to film T13s over there with other ones on random topics. As Friday is the birthday of one Robert Burns, I mean to make this week’s list on the topic of Scottish Monarchs. I looked in the library for some reference material, then suddenly it occurred to me that I have better references for this at home. Sometimes my Scotland obsession can come in handy, it would seem. I’ve already dug out two books that I can use. So there.

What else?

Hmm…my eyes have been really dry lately. Enough that I went out and bought some eye drops, knowing full well that I have the Fastest Blink in The West(tm). Don’t believe me? Just ask my eye doctor. She tried to do that glaucoma test last time I was in to have an eye exam, and she never did manage to test my left eye. That wee puff of air had nary a chance to actually reach my eye. As you might imagine, the eye drop thing has only been marginally successful so far.

Koshvader hasn’t been feeling well. Poor fellow. I hope that he gets better soon.

I still occasionally see Spock out of the corner of my eye.

Well, it is now 1:42am so I’ll cease this current ramble and think about sleeping. Night all.

So in the interest of keeping y’all amused and/or updated, here is another post. It’s currently 9:34pm and I’m upstairs on my bed getting some writing/blogging done. Helping me to occupy the bed are two cats you may find familiar. Frisbee is currently keeping my left knee warm. Sam is busy laying claim to the other half of the bed. A few days ago, though, all of us were downstairs. Here are some pictures from that casual evening in the front room. Have a good night!

Am I not gorgeous? I demand skritches!

No photographs, please.

I need some sleep. You may leave my presence now.

I am the model of a perfect cat. Yes indeed.

Bored, now.

I was just sitting here on my bed, with the three male cats, and I hit play on the video below. All three looked up at me, startled. They wanted to know where the cat was. Amusingly enough, when I actually told them that it was only on the computer, they settled back down.

My cats understand me. Be afraid.

Anyway, here is the video that got them all riled up. It features a cat that is busy talking to the world at large while eating. Yes. It is yet more kitty cuteness. Enjoy!

Oh. Hello.

A couple of minutes ago, I popped up to my bedroom to grab something and immediately left again to find my camera. Well, wouldn’t you? Behold the cuteness!

You know, it’s much warmer like this.

That’s Sam (short for Samwise) in front and Frisbee in the back. They’re on my huge red, fuzzy bathrobe that is lying on my bed. It makes for a nice background, so I’m glad I left it there.

Did you want something? We were napping.

I’m thinking that Sam and Frisbee will miss each other when Fris finally goes to Hawaii. In the meantime, they are way too cute.

This is the Crazy Celtic Cat-Mum signing off. As you were.