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Ah, the joys of writing an essay in the wee hours. Reminds me of the time [ramblingoldmanmode] when I discovered that I had a 50 point essay explicating Shelley's Ozymandius of Egypt due that day, and wrote it during another class in about 50 minutes before it was due and giving a presentation on it immediately afterwards. [/ramblingoldmanmode]

Well, that was odd. Especially since I'm not old, and that was only two weeks ago. What's your essay on?
 

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It's getting really late there, isn't it randomling?

Hopefully you've gotten a good chunk done.

As for me, reading an article about an Irish music festival coming up at the end of january.

And chasing the cat out of the clean laundry.

She's a bad cat.
 
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Ao the Overkitty said:
And chasing the cat out of the clean laundry.
She's a bad cat.

That doesn't sound like too bad a cat. Just one who's trying to get warm in a hurry. Just don't tell me it was a dark load and a white cat. It wasn't, right? Right?
 

Nope. Dark load, dark cat (see my avatar). But it's not even warm anymore. It's just clean laundry. The weird part is, if I leave the laundry in the living room, she'll sit in it. if I put it in the bedroom, she won't.

Weird cat.
 

Well, her bed's in the bedroom, isn't it? Why would she need one there? The living room is a perfectly good place for an auxillary bed, and I'm sure that she's confused as to why you give her this opportunity and then get mad when she exploits it. Sounds like th logical cat thing to do.
 

Of course, this is the same cat that, as a kitten in our old place, learned that our bedroom door didn't latch so, if she bashed her head against it enough, it would open.

But, in our current place, the door actually latches, but she didn't learn that.

We joke that she scrambled her noggen.

Oh. she also finds the printer absolutely fascinating. If I turn the printer on, she's immediately over there next to it on the shelf, waiting to see what it will do.
 

Ah, the joys of cats. I haven't had one for years now, but my fondest memory of my cat Charlie was his habit of charging down the hall at lightning speed in order to leap and stick to my carpeted wall. Good times.
 




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