Corner of Bourbon & Division

Cleaning lady is here. No sleeping while the vacuum is running. When she's done downstairs I fully intend to go to bed.

Night shift destroys my brain. I keep thinking of things I ought to do, and exactly ten seconds later I've forgotten what it was I was thinking. I remember thinking of something important to do, just not what it was.

La la la la la... Oh look, a bird!

It turns out that if you stand bodily in front of a police officer and wave a pink collection tin at them, they suddenly go all sheepish and put money in the tin.

Win. :D

You know what I would really miss in a post-apocalyptic SHTF scenario? Modern pharmaceuticals. Specifically painkillers.

Good morning, humans.

Gretzky here. Normally Mama would be posting, but she's still asleep, for reasons I haven't been able to fathom. When I tried waking her earlier she mumbled some sort of curse at me and the rest of my companions for keeping her up all night by randomly knocking things off her night table. I'm sure I have no idea what she's talking about. For one thing, I don't at all understand this mania she has of sleeping all night when she could be up and patting me.

I've been reading some of her past entries (I don't usually bother, but since I have control over the computer today, I thought: Why not?), and it appears you have been grossly misled: the move has not gone well at all. I will have you know that this place is completely different from the last one, and that it smells wrong. I am quite sure Other Cats have been here before us. It has taken over a week of painstaking work to get it to smell even remotely normal. Routines have been viciously dismantled for the past two weeks, too, and of course my other companions aren't making this any easier on me by constantly talking about it. I keep trying to tell them that it's no use talking to Mama about this sort of thing: she just pretends she doesn't understand what we're saying, and does her own thing.

There are large new white things in the place since Friday, and one of them makes noise. Mama hasn't touched the other one yet, but I have a feeling that it, too, will end up making noise I don't like. The other, smaller white thing makes noise too, but I don't find it so bad: mostly it takes up valuable windowsill space, which I am less than happy about. That reminds me: the one good thing about this place is that there are extra-deep windowsills in the basement to sit on. Mama has said something about sewing together something that we can sit on. It's about time she started thinking of us!

On a more positive note, Mama has been around more for the past two weeks, so there have been pats and cuddles. That's always nice. Still, she went off into the People Closet for two whole days this weekend, and she's been bringing people over. Just last week there was a veritable invasion, the likes of which haven't been seen around this place since 2006. Mama locked us up in the bathroom in the old place, so I didn't get to see the people much, but it was very inconvenient. Then once the people left, we all got moved into this place. Then, almost every day last week that older woman came in who always moves things around and fills the place with weird smells. Mama seems to like her company for some reason, but I for one don't enjoy the interruption. Then on Friday there was a younger woman who stopped by for a little while, but she didn't so much as offer a scritch behind the ears, no matter how hard I hinted!

All in all, dear humans, it has been a very trying two weeks. I think I may go take another nap now.

"Food for five years, a thousand gallons of gas, air filtration, water filtration, geiger counter, bomb shelter... Underground goddamned monsters!
--Burt Gummer, Tremors

Recent events have prompted me to think that perhaps I need to start channelling Burt Gummer more.

That is all.

I appear to have lost mine entirely.

I *so* need to start an asphalt company called "Good Intentions."

curtana has asked people to post their favourite gaming stories. I've got several, but there's one that stands out more than the others. It's not very much fun for non-gamers to hear about gaming stories, but I think there are enough gamers on my list to make this reasonably relevant.

I may post more gaming stories as the mood strikes.

( The Tale of Capitàn Sangre! )