Tabitha

... as pillow.

Piper strikes again...

This morning, Matt was sitting next to me on the couch, looking at stuff on his usual threads and all of the sudden, he goes, "OH!!!!!!" - scaring the crap out of me.

"Guess what your idiot cat did to me last night! I was at the other computer, playing video games and all of the sudden, out of nowhere, Piper comes barreling into the room, takes a flying leap, and lands on my back, claws out and just stays there! He scared the crap out of me AND he wouldn't get off!"

I should probably clarify that Matt likes to pick him up and Piper climbs onto his shoulders and just sits there, looking around. Matt will sometimes lean forward to give him a platform and then he'll just climb further out onto his back, and again, just sit there. I think Piper likes how tall it makes him feel. So, it's not like this is completely unpremeditated on Piper's be-half, but never has he been so bold as to be like, "Now! I want to be tall NOW!!!!!!!!".

Huh?

Matt drove me to the doctor this afternoon and as we maneuvered our way on snowy I-95, we chatted randomly. Side note: by maneuver, I mean avoid all the pig-headed SUV owners out there who think that just because they're bigger and have 4-wheel drive, that it's necessary to drive like they would if it was a sunny regular day, haphazardly knocking people out of the way. Matt's Legacy has all-wheel drive, too, but he also possesses common sense. This is clearly something that they surgically remove from your brain once you sign the papers for your gas-guzzler.

Speaking of surgery, we were chatting about human abnormalities and at one point, he added, "And she had 17 toes."

Me? "That's too many. No wait, that's too few...No. Wait."

Shut up.

The household critters...

Sooo, there are these funny little creatures that live in our house with us. I know, I know, "Your cat is so funny and unique and nobody has a cat like you and blah blah blah and I'm so allergic and I hate them and they scratch and wah wah wah." They keep me entertained, and since it's my space, here's a story:
Piper (my formerly girl kitten who turned out to be a boy cat. patience.) loves bottle caps. He hears the hiss and stands right next to you waiting patiently until he can go bat-shit crazy with it.
He bats them around, willy nilly, flying through the living room/kitchen/dining room/bedroom, sometimes with Tabitha on his heels. What usually happens is that after 20 minutes of noisiness, the bottle cap gets lodged under a rug.
Then he does that stupid thing that cats do where they try to reach for something by using the backside of their paws. Logic would say, use the part with the claws. They can stick to stuff! But, alas: Cats? Not so smart. So he'll sort of push his body around the top of the rug in circles, with his front paws feeling around in front of him and his bottle cap? Never shall he meet again (until the next hiss, of course).

So, I wake up this morning and go into to the living room where Matt is starting his day. He asks, "Hey, did you happen to pull out one of the baskets from the coffee table and put everything that was in it on the floor?"
"No."
"Huh. Piper was being a loud idiot last night with a bottle cap and I finally took it away from him. I put it in one of the baskets so that he couldn't get it. He waited until I went to sleep and then he pulled out the basket! He removed everything! And is now playing with said cap."
Hmmm, maybe not so dumb, eh?
Here's a crappy phone picture taken a couple of minutes ago. Piper is the one trying to get god-knows-what from under the couch and Tabitha is supervising.

I'll post better pictures of them from my real camera when I'm feeling less lazy. One of these day I'll get around to transferring the 5 billion pictures I have of them sleeping. You're on the edge of your seat. I can feel it.

Spider Monkey Kisses

Check out Primates in the Things I Love column for more of these fabulous animals and their cousins.

"Bubble bubble bubble, bubble bubble bubble."

My brother just sent me this link and it is HIlarious!!!!!! I think that I might have to visit it every day. So funny.

Teeny Tiny Monkeys!

And here's some monkey for today!

Click on the pic to read the National Geographic story about these little critters...

Getting My Nerd On

So, it's been a good four years since I actually spent time on this blog. A blip in 2006 and then nada. There are times when I try to come back and nothing comes out.

When I last posted though, I was immersed in Dave Barry's blog; it being a daily visit.

Last night at the Palace Theatre in Stamford, I went to see Dave Barry talk. My whole family went and it was a big night for me, on a personal, totally nerding out, level. He did not disappoint. Being the Dave Barry-o-phile that I am, I recognized a good 80% of his material. Sometimes, I said the punch lines along with him (quietly, of course. I'm not THAT rude, am clearly that crazy though).

After the show, I burst out of the theatre and was the 3rd person in line to meet him. I'd brought a copy of Dave Barrys Greatest Hits along with me, circa 1988, the copy I'd read hundreds of times. My mom questioned me at dinner why I didn't go out and buy a hard copy of the book to have him sign if it was my favorite. "No, Mom. It's this copy that's important to me." She doesn't get these things. So, I shook his hand, so excited. And as he was signing the book, I mentioned that I'd been an "Alert Reader" once, a big moment for me. He shook my hand again in response. Bigger moment. So that was that. A chapter comes full circle. On to the next thing...