~ the evolution of dreams ~
July 19, 2005,8:21 p.m.
more quotes
"mrw."
"mRW."
"MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW."
"mrwp."
~ posted by pipsqueak @ 8:21 PFT (pipsqueak feeding time)
"mRW."
"MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW."
"mrwp."
~ posted by pipsqueak @ 8:21 PFT (pipsqueak feeding time)
Labels: the reign of pipsqueak
July 8, 2005,9:48 p.m.
cuz my blog leaves you wanting more
or so my friend in boston tells me, the much-adored and dearly-missed molly-o. of late i have been remiss with my email correspondence, and out of guiltiness i am starting to slowly catch up. my excuses have been an eye infection, which makes it difficult to look at a computer screen for longer than 50 seconds without my eyes burning and my sight blurring. this has not been pleasant for work, which requires me to use a computer for the majority of the day, at a desk, where there is no natural light.
tony has burned me a beautiful copy of mischa maisky's cello suites by bach. they are some of my favourite pieces of music, and i find them the most soothing to listen to when i want moments of calm. he just put on the cd while preparing to make popcorn (we make it in a pot, with olive oil, and then add a bit of butter and sea salt afterwards. needless to say, after he did this the first time, i was unabashedly addicted. i request it as often as i possibly can :)
we are looking after pipsqueak, which imentioned in an earlier post. he is being mischevous and a bit more wonderful than before, which is good and bad - good in that he is quieter, more used to us and his surroundings, and bad in that this is going to make it more difficult to give him back to his original owner. some pictures of the itzzy bitzzy little monster, in which he realizes he has an extremely promising modelling career ahead of him:
He is a darling, and absolutely impossible. Aren't the most wonderful creatures in your life exactly that?!
tony has burned me a beautiful copy of mischa maisky's cello suites by bach. they are some of my favourite pieces of music, and i find them the most soothing to listen to when i want moments of calm. he just put on the cd while preparing to make popcorn (we make it in a pot, with olive oil, and then add a bit of butter and sea salt afterwards. needless to say, after he did this the first time, i was unabashedly addicted. i request it as often as i possibly can :)
we are looking after pipsqueak, which imentioned in an earlier post. he is being mischevous and a bit more wonderful than before, which is good and bad - good in that he is quieter, more used to us and his surroundings, and bad in that this is going to make it more difficult to give him back to his original owner. some pictures of the itzzy bitzzy little monster, in which he realizes he has an extremely promising modelling career ahead of him:
He is a darling, and absolutely impossible. Aren't the most wonderful creatures in your life exactly that?!
Labels: the reign of pipsqueak
June 16, 2005,10:39 a.m.
springs
last night i walked into the living room and found tony playing with pipsqueak. except tony was making a spring, attached to a piece of twine, jump into the air, and pipsqueak was LEAPING INTO THE AIR TO CATCH IT. and when that kitten leapt, HE LEAPT THE HEIGHT OF TONY. he almost reached tony's neck.
this cat might be pretty ridiculous, and difficult, but he is also an amazing acrobat.
this cat might be pretty ridiculous, and difficult, but he is also an amazing acrobat.
Labels: the reign of pipsqueak
June 15, 2005,10:26 a.m.
this is for c
ah, so you see, here i am again. at the brilliant suggestion of my friend c, (yet again, the friend who suggested i begin this blog in the first place), she has said (at my complaints of boredom) that i should quit reading all the entries in other blogs - such as liberry.blogspot.com - and actually WRITE in mine.
not much has happened lately. i have a job. tony and i are taking care of a friend's cat (more stories about that soon.) the apartment is working out well - quiet, good view, thank GOD for the air conditioning. this past week has been HOT.
the cat.
the cat's name is pipsqueak. please note, this isn't my cat. i didn't name him. i would have chosen something a bit more meaty, i think. i also think that animals' personalities are in some way shape or form determined by their names. and so pipsqueak lives up to his name by being nothing other than a pipsqueak. he actively tries to annoy tony and i by defying our rules (no jumping on counters. no clawing the couch. no meowing at 2 AM, 2:30 AM, 3 AM, 4 AM, 5 AM, and 6 AM ad nauseum). we have a spray bottle that pipsqueak's real owner uses to indicate when pipsqueak's behaviour is undesirable. problem is, the spray bottle doesn't work.
saying no sort of works. clapping ones hands sort of works. but tony and i are working people, and our little apartment is more of a pipsqueak palace than the home of tony and sappho. so who is to say that pipsqueak doesn't leap from counter to counter to couch to coffee table to kitchen table to counter and back again without once touching the floor when tony and sappho are gone from 8:30 - 6:00 every day?
we have attempted to protect the couch by covering it with old comforters. unfortunately we haven't had time to tie the comforters in place yet so pipsqueak has discovered that there is a wonderful hiding spot between the comforter and the couch, by the floor. problem 1: he claws the couch when he hides there. problem 2: he recently discovered that the COMFORTER ISN'T ACTUALLY ATTACHED TO THE COUCH, i.e. he can jump up under the comforter and land on the couch, WHAT FUN. so in order to deter him i told him no, and pulled the comforter up farther, at which pipsqueak mewed in sad protest and sat at the base of the couch with his head stuck under the edge of the comforter and his ass on the floor, much like an ostrich on a beach (except his head was stuck up, not down.) it was then that he jumped up under the comforter onto the couch.
growl.
i am going to see if calling him buddha will change his personality or not.
not much has happened lately. i have a job. tony and i are taking care of a friend's cat (more stories about that soon.) the apartment is working out well - quiet, good view, thank GOD for the air conditioning. this past week has been HOT.
the cat.
the cat's name is pipsqueak. please note, this isn't my cat. i didn't name him. i would have chosen something a bit more meaty, i think. i also think that animals' personalities are in some way shape or form determined by their names. and so pipsqueak lives up to his name by being nothing other than a pipsqueak. he actively tries to annoy tony and i by defying our rules (no jumping on counters. no clawing the couch. no meowing at 2 AM, 2:30 AM, 3 AM, 4 AM, 5 AM, and 6 AM ad nauseum). we have a spray bottle that pipsqueak's real owner uses to indicate when pipsqueak's behaviour is undesirable. problem is, the spray bottle doesn't work.
saying no sort of works. clapping ones hands sort of works. but tony and i are working people, and our little apartment is more of a pipsqueak palace than the home of tony and sappho. so who is to say that pipsqueak doesn't leap from counter to counter to couch to coffee table to kitchen table to counter and back again without once touching the floor when tony and sappho are gone from 8:30 - 6:00 every day?
we have attempted to protect the couch by covering it with old comforters. unfortunately we haven't had time to tie the comforters in place yet so pipsqueak has discovered that there is a wonderful hiding spot between the comforter and the couch, by the floor. problem 1: he claws the couch when he hides there. problem 2: he recently discovered that the COMFORTER ISN'T ACTUALLY ATTACHED TO THE COUCH, i.e. he can jump up under the comforter and land on the couch, WHAT FUN. so in order to deter him i told him no, and pulled the comforter up farther, at which pipsqueak mewed in sad protest and sat at the base of the couch with his head stuck under the edge of the comforter and his ass on the floor, much like an ostrich on a beach (except his head was stuck up, not down.) it was then that he jumped up under the comforter onto the couch.
growl.
i am going to see if calling him buddha will change his personality or not.
Labels: the reign of pipsqueak