I can't win
Sep. 3rd, 2008 01:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeThe cats continue to be insane.
Pan-Pan started yowling horribly from the basement. Given that the last time I moved he got so freaked out that he managed to wedge himself irretrievably behind the washing machine, I thought he'd gotten stuck. No such thing. He was fine. I was perplexed. No amount of patting or snuggling could get him to shut the hell up.
I thought he might be lonely. I tried to coax him up the stairs. Nope. The stairs were the enemy all of a sudden. I tried to carry him up, and he freaked out and took a chunk of flesh out of my finger.
It took me a few minutes to figure out what was different than the last time he'd been upstairs: I had turned on the air conditioner in order to be cooler while packing tonight.
*headdesk*
"OHMYGOD! The air conditioner is trying to KILL MEEEEEE!"
He stayed downstairs until he was desperate for the litter box, and now he's cowering behind the toilet. I think I will take pity on him now and switch the thing off.
I have unpacked 14 boxes. Now, to bed.
Pan-Pan started yowling horribly from the basement. Given that the last time I moved he got so freaked out that he managed to wedge himself irretrievably behind the washing machine, I thought he'd gotten stuck. No such thing. He was fine. I was perplexed. No amount of patting or snuggling could get him to shut the hell up.
I thought he might be lonely. I tried to coax him up the stairs. Nope. The stairs were the enemy all of a sudden. I tried to carry him up, and he freaked out and took a chunk of flesh out of my finger.
It took me a few minutes to figure out what was different than the last time he'd been upstairs: I had turned on the air conditioner in order to be cooler while packing tonight.
*headdesk*
"OHMYGOD! The air conditioner is trying to KILL MEEEEEE!"
He stayed downstairs until he was desperate for the litter box, and now he's cowering behind the toilet. I think I will take pity on him now and switch the thing off.
I have unpacked 14 boxes. Now, to bed.
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Date: 2008-09-03 05:37 am (UTC)No, I don't think it did. o_O
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Date: 2008-09-03 05:58 am (UTC)I blame the lateness of the hour, the unpacking, and the beer. ;)
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Date: 2008-09-03 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-03 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-03 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-03 01:51 pm (UTC)Ha ha, my kitty did that several years ago when I moved. Wedged himself behind the dryer in the laundry room at the new place.
When I finally managed to get him out, he was covered with paint ... the people who had sold us the house had just painted the laundry room before we moved in. Mr. Kitty had wedged himself between the dryer and the freshly painted wall.
Fortunately the paint hadn't dried, and I was able to wipe it off of him.
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Date: 2008-09-04 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-04 01:52 pm (UTC)Pan-Pan Marx
Date: 2008-09-09 12:53 am (UTC)He really does look like Groucho...
Queen Dog was afraid of soda cans, but that was an abuse issue.
Ace is, blessedly, not afraid of thunder. What is he afraid of?
— the dark. No, I'm not kidding. Inside or outside.
— the dew. No, I'm not kidding. He fears the dew upon his shining silver toes.