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Sayyyy…is there anything in the toilet before Schroedinger peers into it?

Here he is all growed up, but apparently he hasn’t had the snip yet. He’s a beautiful lad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tabby with big black stripes like that.

Me, I got a buttload of stuff going on. Just handed in my notice (ohhhhh, I’m going to be so scrooooood if my visa doesn’t come through). My last doctor’s appointment this afternoon, so of course I forgot to take my BP meds.

He looks a bit like Bengal/American Shorthair type. What a cutie. 🙂

HOLY FARGING SHIFT! I just handed in my notice.

It’s sinking in.

JESUS HERBERT WALKER CHRIST! I just handed in my notice.

Oh. Oh. Oh, I’m going to cough up another furball.

TWENTY FIVE YEARS I’ve been sitting in this cubicle (or one just like it) AND I JUST HANDED IN MY NOTICE.

All those years of cinderella-esque drudgery in the same place and the second you break your bonds, THE CATS START APPEARING IN COLOR!

It’s like a fairytale! Or that one movie where everything’s black and white like a 50s sitcom and some “colored” people show up and heavy-handed metaphors about racism are slathered on like mayonnaise on a european’s french fries!

Congrats, Weaz!

You wear badges there. Wait til you turn it in on Lastday. You’ll feel nekkid.

You just turned in your notice AND YOU FORGOT YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE MEDS!

Hooray for xanax!!! Cats are the devil….

25 years in 1 job?!? Wow, I think the average in my profession is like 5. It makes it a lot easier to hand in the notice. I literally chuckled at the person that hired me when he described the inducements for being there 17 years. What makes it especially easy is when you watch good people getting laid off over slack-jawed yokels because middle management is too lazy to employ anything resembling judgment. The only thing I ever felt a little guilty about was my co-workers that were left behind.

P.S. That’s not my website, I just find it entertaining.

I recycled the pity stoat into a terror stoat:

And with that, I’m off to my doctor appointment.

Why do I imagine that stoat sounding exactly like Peter Lorre?

Big grats, Weasel. I’m sure you’ll do famously in your new digs and profession as a Weasel of Leisure. 🙂

She’ll be a Weisure.

(I never knew that Xanax look like butt cheeks)

She’ll be a Weisure.

Or an easel. 😉

lol 🙂

Dear Ms. Weasle:

In honor of you handing in your notice:

“I always dreamed of walking out.
Punch that guy right in the mouth,
but I never had the guts.
Now I know I got the stuff.
There’s no mistaking it now…

I’m out of the business
Out of the business —
Into rock and roll.

All right, ’bout time,
stuffed shirts where the sun don’t shine,
Late nights, long days,
I don’t need the white collar race.
Who wants a gray flannel suit?
I’ll throw in a tie,
or some Italian boots? It’s all right in style.
I’ve had it up to here, with three button whores.
I don’t regret that I’m
Walking out the door. “

From the I Am A Repository Of Useless Information file:

President Theodore Roosevelt had a pet badger named Josiah.

Oh, and check out ‘Gizmo’ :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WofFb_eOxxA

Nothing in the Temple of Swirling waters, he just likes to see the water go round and round. God help me (and my water bill) if he ever learns to flush it himself. 🙂

I just saw the phrase “affirmative action figures” over on David Thompson’s site, and I’m wondering if they come with swivel-action kung-fu grip.

Because at the very least, I’d expect Jesse Jackson to be able to defeat Hooded Cobra Commander. Maybe not Destro.

Okay, is terror weasel supposed to look out of focus and shaky or should I finally get some glasses?

Oh, and scubafreak, your cat boy has quite the handsome coat.

It must be in the tabby genes, Scubafreak. Damien was fascinated with the swirly waters, too. When he was little enough, he’d run ’round and ’round on the toilet seat chasing them. As he got older, he’d watch me pull the handle, then watch the water, then watch me pull the handle, then watch the water. Yeah. He was going to figure that one out, eventually.

Yes, PnB. Terror weasel is shaky. And guess what? My blood pressure is WAY up! I was just going to the doc to get a three-month supply to tide me over, but he won’t now. He gave me something else, and he wants a check-back in a week. And if it’s not down, he wants me to go to a doc in the UK on an emergency basis, which I’m not even sure is possible.

Oh. And my local pharmacy didn’t have this pill, so they sent me to their branch across town. Which had a forty-five minute wait time. Screw that…it’ll wait until tomorrow.

How bad is it out there? I heard on the radio my local liquor store has gone belly up. Prices up to 60% off. Of course, I can’t buy much of anything…there’s a real limit to how much booze you can bring into the UK.

Well, don’t despair, Weez. That isn’t the last store (liquor or otherwise) that’ll be going out of business.

“TWENTY FIVE YEARS I’ve been sitting in this cubicle (or one just like it) AND I JUST HANDED IN MY NOTICE.”

Twenty-five years..? Wow. Look on the bright side – your leaving do will be awesome…

Hahaha…no it won’t, JuliaM. My boss wrote me back to say he’ll be out of town between now and then, except for Monday and Friday and…we’ll have to go out for drinks or something.

OH! And can I escape it even when I try? No, I cannot. I don’t talk politics with my doctor. He’s an older Jewish guy, so I assume reflexive liberal, but apparently not. First thing he said to me was, “well, you’re getting out of the country just in time.”

And the second thing?

“If only he hadn’t picked Sarah Palin.”

“If only he hadn’t picked Sarah Palin.”

I hope he is a competent doctor…cause he doesn’t know from fecal waste about politics…

When I hear someone say:
“If only he hadn’t picked Sarah Palin.”

I think to myself:
“Yeah…if only! Then he could have lost by 17%.”

I guess your doctor’s in that 20 percent.

So, 25 years and then in a couple weeks – biff you’re out the door. That’s gonna be so weird. Funny, I think if I handed in my notice now it would be my boss who would probably freak out the most.

Technically, I gave him my notice eleven years ago. I’m just really, really slow…

Well, not being able to focus on terror weasel is making me dizzy, so I’ll stop looking at her.

Try relaxing between now and your next appointment. Putting in your notice and worrying about the Visa thing is bound to spike something.

Long distance shout out to Schroedinger:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49jKeGyUCJE

Do not click if you get songs stuck in your noggin. This one is the gray-death-tape of catchy.

HT: MCPO at The Hostages

Fine looking cat, that! 🙂

Schroedinger is so very handsome.
He reminds me of my Cato Fong, named after the faithful manservant in the Pink Panther movies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNxueIpxAmE

Pupster – you need to ask Stoatie for the accompanying pic, with his head DEEP into the temple of swirling waters. It would go right along with that clip. 🙂

UB – Yup, he’s great to have around. Unfortunately, trying to sleep in the same bed as him is a recipie for punted kitty. If he wasn’t trying to slurp on my ear, he was trying to push my legs out of the way so he could have a new warm spot, trying to lay across the top of my head, or hooking my calfs with his claws and shaking them as if to say “hey, dad, you took my picture! am I going to be famous? Huh dad? am I going to be famous?”

not a great way to get some sleep……. LOL

You sleep…kitty slumbers at your feet, which you shift in silent dreams…which are then interrupted by CAT CLAWS IN YOUR TOES BECAUSE YOUR FEET MOVED OH BOY OH BOY IT’STIMETOPLAYIT’STIMETOPLAYIT’STIMETOPLAYIT’STIMETOPLAY!!

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccck!

Charlotte, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned many times, was thoroughly feral when I trapped her as a kitten. She was about three months old. We called her the “alleged cat” for months, because food would disappear from her bowl, poops would appear in the litterbox, but otherwise…she was a hell of a good hider. Probably her most important survival skill, poor little thing.

The exception was at night. When I was lying down (she couldn’t bear the sight of me standing or walking for years) and it was dark, she lost her fear. She demonstrated this by running up and down my body most of the night. And my relationship with her was so tenuous, I had to let her do it.

Oh, right. By special request:

Ah lumme some cat toes.

I took in a stray about 2 years ago now that had to have been part Siamese – he was crazy monkey face-hugger cat. And he loved the flushing so much, he got peed on a couple of times from getting in between my husband and the bowl waiting anxiously for the water to swirl. 😛

Oh, yeah. I’ve had siameseses. They ARE some kind of crazy, talky, gravel-voiced monkey-cats.

I had a pair of lilac-point siamese when I was a kid that used to ride the train of my mother’s nightgown down the stairs to breakfast in the morning.

I love the xanax pic – especially since I have broken down and made an appointment to get me some – my job is making me crazy.

For a second I thought Damien was back….

Cat’s aren’t good. Cat’s are pure evil. Adorable, fuzzy-wuzzy evil