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A Long, Long Night (and morning)
Sebastian hasn't been good about going to bed at night, lately. Last night was worse than usual:
"I need a cuppy." "No, I want MILK!" "I need to go to the potty." "I NEED to go to the potty!" "I'm hungry." "I want macaroni and ch- no, I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." "I WANT A PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH!"
I took him to the potty, got him a cup of water, and finally we thought we'd gotten him quieted down. He lay on the bed with Teri while I went into the den to check my email.
Half an hour later the door opened. It was Sebastian, in a cheerful mood. Mamma was asleep. Full of smiles, Sebastian decided to try on my tricorn hat - he called it a pirate hat. It looked incredibly cute on him, and almost fit him (it's a little too tight for me). By the time I managed to get him to sleep it was 10:30.
I had other things to worry about (see the previous post about the flood in the basement, which I just found out is okay). I took care of the trash, fed the cats, cleaned up a bit, and made it to bed by 11:30pm.
I didn't sleep well at all. And at 3:30am, our old cat Sam came upstairs and started howling for food. I threw a pillow at him, and he went back downstairs.
I hadn't managed to get back to sleep by 4:17am, when Sam came back upstairs and started howling again. Then he went into Sebastian's room and started howling, knowing that if he woke up Sebastian Teri and I would get up and (presumably) dish out the cat food. I got up and went downstairs, Sam followed eagerly, anticipating food. But instead I picked him up, put him in our mud room (an antechamber to the back porch, about five foot square), closed the door, and went back upstairs to bed.
I woke up late (no surprise), went downstairs, let Sam out, fed him and Baby (our other cat), and got myself ready for work. Drove to the Franklin/Dean College commuter rail stop, only to find that there wasn't a single goddamned space free, and that there were several cars parked illegally. I was going to be pretty &@#@ing late. So I drove over to Franklin/Forge Park (I'd missed my train), parked, and sat down for a long, long wait. I was really pissed off. It was a really bad beginning to the day.
Five minutes later, at about 7:15am, a guy backed into a parking space three cars down from me. As he backed in there was a loud crash and colored glass went flying. The guy stopped, got out, looked at his car, and cursed. He was an older man, perhaps in his 50's, with dark graying hair. He pulled forward, moved to the space on the other side of the car he'd hit, and went to the train. I watched carefully, and he didn't leave a note.
Here's the info:
The car that was hit was a black Volkswagen, not a Beetle, MA license plate 877 WRL. It was parked in space #245. The car that hit it was a white four-door Honda, MA plate 3797 VJ. I walked by and took a casual look, but didn't see any damage - it was very confusing. Perhaps the black car wasn't hit at all, but something was definitely hit - maybe a lamp post? I wonder if I should call the police.
Anyway, I still had a long wait ahead of me. And I'd rushed out of the house in such a hurry that I hadn't picked up a book (which almost never happens). So I strolled over to the station. I picked up the Metro, a free paper, but I can normally read that cover-to-cover in about eight minutes. Fortunately there was a lot of religious literature in that station, including - halleluiah! - a stand of Jack Chick comics! Like many freethinkers, I find Chick hysterically funny. I was a little worried that one of the old guys sitting in the station might be a proselytizer, so I casually grabbed one each of the four comics that were there and headed back to the car to read them.
I'd grabbed them so quickly that I hadn't even read the titles. You can imagine my amazement when one of them turned out to be none other than "Dark Dungeons!"
Yep, the classic Jack Chick comic about the evils of D&D. As I read it a million possibilities for parody came to my mind, but of course it has already been parodied a few times, which have been collected here.
And that turned my day around. So all's well that ends well!
"I need a cuppy." "No, I want MILK!" "I need to go to the potty." "I NEED to go to the potty!" "I'm hungry." "I want macaroni and ch- no, I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." "I WANT A PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH!"
I took him to the potty, got him a cup of water, and finally we thought we'd gotten him quieted down. He lay on the bed with Teri while I went into the den to check my email.
Half an hour later the door opened. It was Sebastian, in a cheerful mood. Mamma was asleep. Full of smiles, Sebastian decided to try on my tricorn hat - he called it a pirate hat. It looked incredibly cute on him, and almost fit him (it's a little too tight for me). By the time I managed to get him to sleep it was 10:30.
I had other things to worry about (see the previous post about the flood in the basement, which I just found out is okay). I took care of the trash, fed the cats, cleaned up a bit, and made it to bed by 11:30pm.
I didn't sleep well at all. And at 3:30am, our old cat Sam came upstairs and started howling for food. I threw a pillow at him, and he went back downstairs.
I hadn't managed to get back to sleep by 4:17am, when Sam came back upstairs and started howling again. Then he went into Sebastian's room and started howling, knowing that if he woke up Sebastian Teri and I would get up and (presumably) dish out the cat food. I got up and went downstairs, Sam followed eagerly, anticipating food. But instead I picked him up, put him in our mud room (an antechamber to the back porch, about five foot square), closed the door, and went back upstairs to bed.
I woke up late (no surprise), went downstairs, let Sam out, fed him and Baby (our other cat), and got myself ready for work. Drove to the Franklin/Dean College commuter rail stop, only to find that there wasn't a single goddamned space free, and that there were several cars parked illegally. I was going to be pretty &@#@ing late. So I drove over to Franklin/Forge Park (I'd missed my train), parked, and sat down for a long, long wait. I was really pissed off. It was a really bad beginning to the day.
Five minutes later, at about 7:15am, a guy backed into a parking space three cars down from me. As he backed in there was a loud crash and colored glass went flying. The guy stopped, got out, looked at his car, and cursed. He was an older man, perhaps in his 50's, with dark graying hair. He pulled forward, moved to the space on the other side of the car he'd hit, and went to the train. I watched carefully, and he didn't leave a note.
Here's the info:
The car that was hit was a black Volkswagen, not a Beetle, MA license plate 877 WRL. It was parked in space #245. The car that hit it was a white four-door Honda, MA plate 3797 VJ. I walked by and took a casual look, but didn't see any damage - it was very confusing. Perhaps the black car wasn't hit at all, but something was definitely hit - maybe a lamp post? I wonder if I should call the police.
Anyway, I still had a long wait ahead of me. And I'd rushed out of the house in such a hurry that I hadn't picked up a book (which almost never happens). So I strolled over to the station. I picked up the Metro, a free paper, but I can normally read that cover-to-cover in about eight minutes. Fortunately there was a lot of religious literature in that station, including - halleluiah! - a stand of Jack Chick comics! Like many freethinkers, I find Chick hysterically funny. I was a little worried that one of the old guys sitting in the station might be a proselytizer, so I casually grabbed one each of the four comics that were there and headed back to the car to read them.
I'd grabbed them so quickly that I hadn't even read the titles. You can imagine my amazement when one of them turned out to be none other than "Dark Dungeons!"
Yep, the classic Jack Chick comic about the evils of D&D. As I read it a million possibilities for parody came to my mind, but of course it has already been parodied a few times, which have been collected here.
And that turned my day around. So all's well that ends well!
Good link
Okay, that's enough!
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Gwen often rushes around at night. I have no problems with that, but sometimes she wants a little affection and starts walking over my prone form when I'm asleep. When she does this, I will usually spend a little time petting her, but if she tries to keep me awake I usually either put her out of the bedroom or walk out of the bedroom and wait for her to follow me. I then close the door.
I feel bad when she starts crying right outside, which sometimes happens, but I have found that if I never do this I will often have problems getting enough sleep.
Of course, you're in a different situation. You have a wife and child and your cat isn't deaf.
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It's actually quite intelligent, if you think about it. Cats have excellent memories, and even if it's not a matter of Sam "thinking" about how to force us to wake up and give him food (and he may well be thinking), the alternative - that he remembers what has worked in the past and is repeating it - is almost equally impressive.