So the cookie crumbles
Posted by: Liz | From: May 18, 2006
The great thing about having a physical representation of a reality show contestant on hand, is that when they are BOOTED you can kind of smash the cookie in glee. I wish I was kidding, because then that would be a more healthy indication of my investment in reality show villains, but...I totally smashed the cookie. And I liked it. Not since Stacy R. was kicked of Apprentice has there been more living room cheering than there was last night when Jade was bitch-slapped back to her version of reality. Ahh.
From what I can gather on the mommy blogs, Max is very much like a furry little baby who wakes up at the crack of dawn. A furry baby who isn't restrained in a crib, however, and who is free to yowl and claw and jump RIGHT ON YOUR STOMACH when he feels it is time you woke up. Yesterday, he knocked a metal sifter from the dish rack onto the kitchen floor at 6:00 a.m., then ran right into the bedroom to stare at my face to see if THAT had woken me up. I've started just shoving him off the bed when he comes to ask if it's time to get up yet, and he tends to take that as a hint that, no. But this morning he managed to sink a claw into that soft part of my upper arm, and like an Everest climber holding on for dear life with his ice pick, Max fought the whole way to the floor. Which, let me tell you, is a particularly unpleasant way to begin your day. I also picked this day to wear a sleeveless shirt, so my oddly placed puncture wound is like a fun guessing game for everyone.
Liz, I lovah you. I am not tha mean, you are tha sleeping too much.
My cat looks almost the same, and incidentally, she is nearly impossible to capture photographically. I think it's to do with her glossy, glossy seal's fur, and demon essence.
Every morning. Starting at around 5:30. Any time I peep my eye the tiniest mm she's chirping, cheeping, and stamping. But the joke's on her, because sometimes I go back to sleep just to spite her. Or is it?
Posted by: rebecca at May 18, 2006 03:49 PM
Oh, boy cats. Being horrible is part of their charm. When Pete is caught doing something bad, he immediately drops to the floor and rolls on his back, which is totally cute, and so I pick him up and kiss him. I am pretty sure this method of discipline is not working.
Posted by: Sally at May 18, 2006 04:37 PM
But Jade's babbling after she was eliminated? And the snapping? Reality show comedy at its finest.
Real Cat, too, likes to wake me up at around 4 AM sometimes by finding paper to shred, no doubt something important. But usually his morning belly hopping, licking, and nuzzling is too cute to bear.
Posted by: Real Girl at May 18, 2006 04:43 PM
We attended a little ANTM viewing party last night and the cheering reverberated through the streets when Jade was booted.
The rapping/incoherent poetry slam! And the snapping as she walking out! Too awesome.
p.s. did you notice that Joanie was wearing the same earrings as Tyra during the last judging ceremony? It was then that I knew that she would not win.
Posted by: Vaguely Urban at May 18, 2006 05:27 PM
Oh man, early-hours kitty crazytime. Once when Leroy was running frantically all over the house at like 4 am, he decided to leap on my bed, stop, dig in and change direction ON MY BARE BACK. Those were some fun foot-long WELTS.
Posted by: abby at May 19, 2006 09:33 AM
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Liz, there really isn't a problem when you talk to your cat, but there is a problem when the cat starts talking back. :-)
Posted by: Connie at May 18, 2006 03:36 PM