Everyone's Experiencing Something But Me (Recovered from LiveJournal)It's been another strange day in the Sarasota compound. Started off the day earlier than usual, as Autumn had a pre-temp position interview at 10, which was the same time I had to be at work. So I, being the wonderful gentleman that I am, volunteered to step in to work a little early. I got there, and Joe and Mark were already hard at work. We've been having trouble with the DVD writer for the last couple weeks, and today was pretty much set aside for trying to figure it out. It was nearly 2 before we decided enough was enough and threw up our arms in a combination of disgust, surprise and utter, utter defeat.
We grudgingly called the woman who had brought the job to us, to let her know we wouldn't be able to finish the job after all, and she said "that's ok.. I don't really need it until christmas anyway." Which, I guess made our day. It was a pretty useless day all around at the office, as none of us seemed to be in the right mindset to get things done. Mark needed to ask the mailman something, and I remembered about it but he forgot... yet I said nothing. No idea why.
So I got home, after sending autumn a link to this page: http://www.drqshadow.com/dance/, and found the kitty to be ignoring his new scratching post in favor of my brown leather recliner, as well as an Autumn in "one of her moods." I tried my best to make her smile, but she just seemed to get annoyed. So that was a wonderful experience for me.
We decided Barry, the cat, was too stinky and needed a bath. So, into the tub he went, and he was none too happy about it. You know all those tv commercials they show you, where washing a cat / dog is such a fun, happy family experience and it's something everyone should do once or twice? Yeah, well, they're full of shit. Poor Barry's heart was pounding so fast I thought it might explode, and he clawed the hell out of whatever limb was within reach. Once we got him out, he shook one paw at a time, repeatedly, in what was one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen an animal do. We used up a couple towels on him as well, and when he was still damp, we broke out the hair dryer.
Christ, I think this cat thought that was the dark angel of war or something, because he swiped at it, threw his head back to reveal his fangs, and tried everything up to and including a dead sprint up the wall to get away. Luckily, I was the one holding him... wait, I guess that wasn't so lucky after all.
Afterwards, he was pissed at us for a good length of time before he realized we were his best source of warmth. Now he's resting easily on my lap. All seems to be forgiven. But he keeps farting... perhaps this is his own special brand of payback.
So, in conclusion, Autumn's sad and doesn't want love, Barry's angry with us (and with good reason), Mark's surprisingly unproductive, Joe's as busy as ever, and I'm stuck in the middle with little or no emotions of my own.
Oh, and the police were outside when I got home. No idea why. They just seemed to be hanging out, talking with one another. That difficult feat required 3 cars. I must've missed something; maybe the alligator ate somebody.