Maybe they won’t try to shoot me anymore

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

I had a pretty good number of trick-or-treaters come by tonight, so with any luck there will be good will in the community towards me since I provided them/their children with candy.

It’s a good thing I bought some yesterday, the first group of 10 or so were knocking on my door before 6, with no sign that I might happen to have anything to give them. After that I turned my porch light on and got some smaller groups. And then one final group around 8 after I’d turned my light off again. So, really, it looks like porch lights have no bearing on if someone will check on if I have anything to give them.

Nothing good is easy

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

Good: Apartment complex people finally getting around to having someone come in to exterminate the apartments.

Not So Good: Having a new cat who needs to be out of the apartment while they do it.

Initially, someone from work was going to let Radar stay over at her apartment for the day. However, after letting her husband, who works at home, know this yesterday evening, that plan fell through. Leaving me a bit frantic. After a lot of searching, I managed to find a vet who had an opening today, and was open early enough to drop him off in the morning, and late enough to pick him up at the end of the day (I had a fairly late meeting today, and probably couldn’t have gone home anyways due to the exterminating). So, he got some shots and a check-up.

Good News: He’s healthy and well behaved. And now vaccinated.

Now preparing for the exterminating was a bit tiring. Nothing could be in cabinets, or closets, or on carpet, or near walls, and everything had to be covered with a sheet. Now, that doesn’t really leave many places things could possibly be and still have some way of moving around inside the apartment. I guess I managed pretty well though, since they did come in and do something according to the thing hanging on my doorknob, and I don’t have any nasty notes about being sued for non-compliance, or whatever the notice from the apartment people said. Still, 3 hours of moving essentially everything in my aparment around over the last two days makes for some tiredness. Or would if I wasn’t going to bed early, and thing waking up around 5:30 since 7-7.5 hours is all I can sleep under ordinary circumstances.

Good news: I seem to have been mostly forgiven for putting Radar in a carrier and taking him to the vet. He’s been friendly and content since everything got put back where is should be and he got fed.

Except that he feels that maybe he should get the couch now and I should lay on the floor.

Oh what a weekend

Radar wrote this at around evening time:

Stairs Cat is watching you surf Radar’s Flickr

Saturday dawned pretty normally, wake up with the other cats at Missey’s, get something to eat, then get bundled up to head over to Petsmart for the afternoon to see the people “ooo” and “ah” over the kittens. That guy from last week is there again, and there is a lot of goings on and then he leaves with a big piece of furniture. While he’s gone I’m moved into a plastic box, where I wait, and wait. Finally he come back and there are some more goings on about him bleeding or something. Poor guy, he has a scratch; I’ve been sitting in a box for the last 20 minutes.

So, then he just takes me out of the store and we ride around in a car for a while before getting to some strange smelling place. I do what anyone would do in that situation and go lay in the bathroom sink. It’s dark, it’s semi-enclosed, it’s a nice place. That guy keeps coming up to talk at me and scratch my head, which I’m not complaining about. Sometimes he drags me out and takes me back downstairs to show me the food and water and litter box. Yes, very nice, I know where they are, now just leave me in the sink, ok?

Around dark, I thought maybe I should see what else is up here, so I went over to the next room, and well, what do you know, there is a nice bed over there. So much for that cold smelly sink. I could stretch out, it was soft, really quite nice. Still, I was getting kind of hungry, so I went downstairs for a while and got some food and hung out on the nice piece of furniture next to the window.

That guy tried to leave me alone downstairs while he went up to lay on the bed, but I figured it out and went up too and found a secluded area of the closet for the night.

Today, I pretty much just rested over on the bed. It was a pretty stressful day yesterday, so I deserved a break. It got kind of hot towards afternoon though, so I had to move downstairs and try to nap on the rug while that guy was watching Firefly or something and making various professions of love for someone named Kaylee.

Tonight I think I’ll try to get the bed and make him sleep in the closet.

Roommate

Scott wrote this in the late afternoon:

After a bit of goading over the last few weeks by a coworker, I decided to go check out some cats up for adoption at a Petsmart in Irvine. Lots of adorable and energetic kittens, but most of them can’t go to a home they will be alone in since they have always had lots of playmates. Perhaps a little too protective, but it’s not up to me.

One guy who is available is Radar. He’s pretty big, at around 12 pounds. I got to spend some time sitting in a room with him on my lap, and for a while, hiding under a shelf. For the most part he seemed pretty accepting of me. One thing you’ll notice in the pictures of him is that they seem to cut off around the tail region. Possibly because he doesn’t have a tail. Continuing my trend of taking in the broken ones.

Well, assuming I pass the various inquiries with the rental people, and my vet, and pass the home inspection. It’s tempting to just get a net and catch one of the strays wandering around every morning when I’m going to my car.

Waiting

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

Right now it seems like everything is some distance away, so I’m always waiting.

Waiting for the end of a project, so I can rest a little, and actually look at the data, and when it doesn’t end, but is extended so that every morning when I go in, there is a new day of work that I didn’t know about when I went home, thinking I was finally done, and that pushing through it all was worth while.

Waiting for my anual review to go through so that I get that first raise I’ve ever gotten through staying at a job instead of changing jobs. It did finally happen yesterday, retroactive to the actual date of June 11. So, I’ll be getting a nice, taxed into non-existance, “bonus” for the back pay sometime soon. Hmm…4 months…$3000 raise, so…yep, that would be the camera I bought alright.

Waiting for Liz. Things are essentially on hold until she knows about her law school future and where she’ll be. It’s not that I can’t manage to wait a year, staying single for a year is perhaps the easiest thing that could be asked of me. Even if it actually hasn’t been asked of me. This narative structure really needs an “It’s just that” to balance that “It’s not that” but, it dont’ know what “it” is. Something is lacking.