Umm… I’m not sure why I gave up on The Writing. The Boy moved last weekend and that led to stressful week for me.
Also, when I went to the used bookstore? It was gone. Empty shopspace. I’m sort of not ok with this and would rather not discuss it any further.
Also, you may notice that despite your suggestions, I am not reading The Poisonwood Bible. No, I am being Willful and reading one of the other THREE Barbara Kingsolver books on my shelf. Also, this one fits in my purse.
Over the weekend I brought the Geoffrey over to visit the Boy’s cat and hopefully get them acclimated for living together. Yeah.
The Boy’s cat is a tiny little unassuming white thing named Optimus Prime (don’t ask. also, don’t let boys name pets.) who will occassionally sit beside you when he wants for companionship. Geoffrey, on the other hand, is 14 pounds of in-your-face feline, wanting attention at all times.
Everyone natually assumed that Geoffrey would intimidate OP, leaving him to skulk around the edges of the rooms and our affection.
Naturally, we were dead wrong.
OP did everything in his power to intimidate Geoffrey. Most of his power seemed to be in his dirty looks, which he dispensed quite liberally. I’m not sure, though, that G really noticed this as much as he was simply concerned about being plopped down in a new place.
Not to worry, whenever G walked by, OP made his presence known.. through nasty little swipes at G when his back was turned.
My way is not very sportsman-like.
No, Fezzik, and neither is OP’s. At one point we caught him molesting Geoffrey while he was trying to use the litter box!
However, after about 36 hours, Geoffrey was sprawled in the window sill and OP was sitting nicely on the couch. They seemed to have reached a truce, albeit only right before Geoffrey and I had to return to our own home for the week. This clears up one of my larger worries about the impending move, though, so that’s a relief.
sorry about the missing store.
glad the kitties got along. it took a long time before Jasmin would tolerate Darwin when he moved in with us. Now they are friends - although I’m a little concerned with her obssession with his ass - she’s always nipping & licking it, much to his chagrin.
(a cat named after a Transformer? that’s just crazy! funny, but crazy.)
also - a book that fits in the bag is always the right book
thanks a lot. now i’ve gone on a wild amazon.com binge and ordered three of kingsolver’s books and might order more. if i end up penniless and destitute, i blame you
I’m sorry to hear the bookstore up and vanished! I hate it when things like that happen.
Good news on the kitty front, though.
Poisonwood Bible is her best! Not to be missed.
[...] The cat is reaching new and interesting levels of Crazy these days. He knows there is change in the air–between the half-hearted packing, my attitude on life, and the weekend trip to his own personal meet-the-Napolean-complex hell, how could he not? His response has been a rigid insistence on daily routine. Rigid. [...]