A proper update

[sihayadesigns]

First of all, blessed Ostara, happy spring, etc etc etc. It's warm. I've had the back door open all week. FRESH AIR. This is good. I can't wait until I have a free weekend, because I want to go hiking BADLY.

This weekend, I will be at Art of the Belly down in Ocean City. I'm performing with Transcendence on Saturday, maybe doing a workshop, but mostly socializing and watching other people perform. Which is nice! I really like Transcendence's set, though. It's straight ATS, and there are 8 of us performing improv. And our music is pretty awesome.

I can't believe it's after 5 already. I have so much left to do. Busting out the update last night wiped me out-- I have been in the studio past 2am many times this week, and I'm getting tapped out. I did get to sleep in a little today, and by that I mean I got up at 10 after being up late answering emails and doing update-related promo. Got up and had Verve rehearsal. I also had workmen in fixing the bathroom ceiling, which will be a multi-day effort. I still have to photograph a commission for a client, do a load of dance laundry, paint my nails, and dye my hair.

Monday: the day of NOTHING. I am going to lounge around in my PJs, nothing more. FORREALS. I am tired.

But other than that, it's mostly business as usual. The kitties are fine, but Olive has been driving me a bit bonkers. She's been SO needy this week, always wanting to be the center of my attention. She follows me around, mouthing off, constantly. She does not understand that momma can not pet her AND work a fire-breathing torch at the same time. Today, I put her up on the couch while Flissy and I were dancing. I said "look kid, I have to pay attention to something else for a little bit. Deal with it." She showed me who was boss, because within 30 seconds, she had managed to drag herself over to my computer, shut off the music, temporarily delete my playlist, and completely frak up my screen resolution. She's a little spoiled brat monster. I mean, she's a cat. I can't possibly imagine what having a toddler must be like.

I also have a theory about Nox. Last year, a friend of mine told me he looks a lot like a Burmese, except that he's gigantic. He's incredibly social, very vocal, he will play fetch until your arm falls off, and otherwise hits all of the Burmese personality traits right down the line, plus he definitely has some Oriental blood, judging by his face and shape. I don't remember what exactly led me to the wiki page on Bombays, but one look at it, and I was like "HOLY CRAP, that's Nox." Bombays were created when someone mated a Burmese with a black American shorthair. They are almost always jet black, and called "the parlor panther" for their size (we have always called Nox our house panther). They are super muscular cats, which Nox is, although he easily outweighs the breed standard weight because he's so freaking long. I wonder if we could have him genetically tested someday-- I seriously doubt that he's anything approaching pureblooded, considering we got him at a shelter, or even an intentional Bombay... he might have been the accidental product of a regular old kitty and a Burmese. But the overlap between Bombay and Nox has me seeeeeriously thinking that's what he is, more or less.

There's other stuffs to talk about, but I am out of time. Later!

Comments

[unmutual.livejournal.com]

Nox and Floyd could be long-lost brothers. They look so much alike - except Floyd is a lot smaller :)

[amazonmink.livejournal.com]

I'm house sitting for my aunt, and the cats have been demanding my attention, to the point where Bob has decided that I am not to shower alone, and he must make sure I don't disappear in the water portal by sitting on the edge of the tub and mewling.

[sihaya09.livejournal.com]

Nox TOTALLY does that. "HERRRRRRROW? AAAAO? HERRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?"

[atriel.livejournal.com]

I don't see why you couldn't have Nox tested. We had Watson tested and found out that he is mostly a German Shepard. The pound told us he was a beagle mix. The DNA test told us that there was no beagle at all but a good bit of terrier. So ...
I did a quick Google search and found this: Cat DNA Testing
Never mind, I went back and read it and isn't to type the cat, it's for potential genetic disorders.

[tamnonlinear.livejournal.com]

Since foster cats Red and Scuse are currently occupying my craft room, I tried to do some crafting in there with them. Sewing is almost manageable- they bat at the fabric, but will sit quietly enough in my lap, once I find a good distance at which I can fit a large cat and still operate the sewing machine. Other crafting is more difficult; Scuse thinks everything is a toy and just wants to play with it, while Red quickly figured out I was paying attention to the tools, rather than him, and started trying to carry them off to drop in other places in the room. I was fairly impressed (also, annoyed) when he managed to take my pliers out of my lap and started to drag them away.

[jaysons-lady.livejournal.com]

Well, toddlers would try to dance with you. Might step on your feet, but most likely try to copy what you are doing.

I won't lie though, they can totally mess with your computer. Unencumbered keyboard time is a rarity for me these days. They can be all happy playing something on the floor and I'm on the computer, but the second I start to type anything they have to be all up in my bidness.

On the other hand, they don't usually poop/pee on your stuff when they get mad at you either. And it's a lot easier to put stuff out of toddler reach than cat reach.

I can only type right now b/c little bit is konked out on the couch. :) He wore himself out playing outside today.