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: 2008-09-04 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.