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Wednesday, 4 February 2004

Tales of the Urban Burbs #4

Topic: Yidaho
I left the mobile phone charger back East in 1.67 Kilometre End. I have just about enough saltpetre left in it to listen to one more message before Friday. Better be choosy about whose message I play, eh? Sleep deprivation and constantly forgetting what I went to the shop for takes up most of my time right now. It doesn't help that I've never seen what my street looks like in daylight - just a tad disorienting, that.
My friends all know I'm crap with phones of any description - why do they all get tetchy if I don't hear their messages instantly? Instant availability of communication doesn't instantly obligate you to reply. Jings, if it's that important, train a pigeon.

So intermittent bursts of telephonic power allowed me to arrange for Tybalt to come stay with the mad ritalin deprived cats this weekend.
I'm flying to Belfast at some ungodly hour in the morning on Saturday, to meet most of the people in the first category of my blogroll for a jar. (It's totally coincidental that we all have blogs, honest, we're just lazy copycats. So I can give you the inside dirt on Tess, Vic, Yidaho, Nikki, Edna and Dee, because I'll be the only one sober. Hah! Dee doesn't have one yet, because she's too cool and uber-geek for it, but I can't see it holding out for much longer - she's every bit as attention- seeking as the rest of us.)
It's going to be somewhat anomalous, the idea of Tybalt's presence in my new Temporary Tybaltless Abode, with or without me being there; I almost decided against it -- but I suppose it's a measure of how incredibly the right thing this move was for me that I can even consider it. It'll prove I didn't steal all the teaspoons, too, no doubt.

Creeped by the silence, I bought a #35 DVD player from Savacentre. You can imagine how good the picture is. I realised why it was so cheap soon enough - you have to buy all the leads separately, adding on at least another tenner. By the time I got it sorted and settled down to watch Swimming With Sharks, it was midnight, further adding to my lost sleep tally. The director's commentary is comedy gold, though - ignore all the best shots, ignore the storyline, the detail, the cliff hangers, the carefully framed shots - just focus on how all your actors hated you, called you a stupid witless bastard, and constantly walked off set telling you they'd had it with your shit. "Of course it was very, deeply wrong of me to suggest to Kevin Spacey that a suit on a hanger could have acted the part better than he, and I had to do much apologising to persuade him to come back to act the final scene."

I think I forgot to attend the lesbian book club. I've never been to a book club of any orientation - was put off by tales of Duch's book club, where they actually take minutes. Dashtarnit. I read Brave New World for nothing.

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Updated: Thursday, 5 February 2004 6:21 PM GMT
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Thursday, 5 February 2004 - 8:06 PM GMT

Name: Kat
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The place looks different - a change to go with your move? Sounds like from this entry and the last you're in pretty good shape. Moving always sucks but it is NEW. I like NEW.

You're a brave soul to have ex staying in your new abode with the kitties, however.

Thursday, 5 February 2004 - 9:37 PM GMT

Name: Cyn
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Yes, good that you are sounding a bit cheerier, V.

In re: your cats. perhaps you've heard this advice before, but I heard it too late for our kitty, so here it is.

Moving is a horribly traumatic experience for cats (I know--belabouring the obvious) and the chance of them attempting to escape their new abode in the first few months increases dramatically. This apparently happens quite often--though you've already noticed how bizarre your cats are behaving.

We moved here in the dead of winter four years ago, bringing kitty with us. Keke's front paws were declawed and she'd always been an indoor cat. She was quite nervous about the outside and in the eight years since we found her as a stray, she'd never gone beyond the porch outside.

On a unseasonably warm day in March, we left the sliding glass door open with the screen door locked whilst we went out for several hours.

Upon our return, Keke was nowhere to be found. Later that night we realized that she had somehow made a huge tear in the screen and escaped through it.
We've not seen her again.

Later, I read in numerous cat behaviour articles that this happens with great frequency. Wish we known before.

So be sure to hammer home to the dear ex that she must not let your cats near the door(s) when entering/exiting.

(On a another note entirely, I can't use my spellcheck with your new set-up--prepare for typos in the extreme.)

Friday, 6 February 2004 - 9:25 AM GMT

Name: laura
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Stop pretending you shop at the Savacentre. We all know your a Lidl girl at heart.

seriously, i hope theodore makes it to 2005 without falling to peices, given that he was probably stitched back together a few weeks back by the cross eyed seventeen year old i spotted stacking shelves down ailse 5!

Snob? Moi?

And I'm glad I read this post. I saw the DVD you're talking about and was going to buy it tomorrow when i walk over to purchase a hangover cure.

enjoy belfast

Friday, 6 February 2004 - 1:40 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Oh christ, I'm really glad you mentioned that, because now that I'm on a ground floor, I was going to reintroduce them to the wild next week. Perhaps I'll wait a bit longer.
I have noticed that if they get out, things like rain and otehr cats scare tehm to the extent that they may be quite near you, but too scared to come when you call.

Actually, thinking about it, I'm not that sure I shut the window this morning....

Friday, 6 February 2004 - 1:41 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Cross eyed? That was probably my old stalker!

Friday, 6 February 2004 - 1:42 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Yeah, I'm still not entirely sure about it, but she's there as an honoured guest, rather than as a nemesis, and I think that's a footing the relationship would do well to return to. Nobody you're not sleeping with needs to put up with @#%$!.

Friday, 6 February 2004 - 2:19 PM GMT

Name: laura
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just to add my final feline advice, you need to leave it about 2 weeks before you let the kitties out. This is so they accept the flat as their base/territory. once they have done that, they will always come back to it.

if you sprinkle catnip randomly around the place, they will start to associate the flat with the feeling of pleasure they get from it, helping them to accept the new place and to see it as there territory.

Catnip works more on some cats than others.

Before you ask, i love cats and have had them all my life. I am an "outed" cat geek. Currently i am catless but as soon as i have made my flat inhabitable, i will be getting two kittens.


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