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Set fire to the cooker tonight.
I knew the grease and yuk under the rings was building up, but it took the gentle *whoomph* of crud igniting under the frying pan to get my ass into gear. I stayed calm, turned the ring off (god I hate electric cookers), damped a tea towel, chucked that over the ring.
Without letting go of the frying pan or dropping the sausages. So I did all the damage control with my left hand... pretty impressive, nu?
Slay was impressed, but considering the last time I did it I almost had to call the fire brigade I think he was just pleased that there were no hysterics this time. And he got his dinner in time.
By the time he'd responded to my call of "cooker's on fire, love," it was out and I was merrily finishing the sausages off. He did open the back door to let all the smoke out, though.
Good job the smoke alarm is fucked or it would have seriously disturbed his evening. ;)
In other news, Spike has spent all day hanging around the garden but hasn't come in. Yesterday he slept through until 3pm, then came and said thanks, had a fuss and a cuddle, and off he went. Still very much not neutered, I notice....
As for Biffno, I think I'm going to give up. I hate what I'm doing, I think it's dull, lifeless, and very much unengaging. Plus I'm feeling that I might have pushed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rdyfrde too hard - guilt is a marvellous demotivator. So maybe next year.
I knew the grease and yuk under the rings was building up, but it took the gentle *whoomph* of crud igniting under the frying pan to get my ass into gear. I stayed calm, turned the ring off (god I hate electric cookers), damped a tea towel, chucked that over the ring.
Without letting go of the frying pan or dropping the sausages. So I did all the damage control with my left hand... pretty impressive, nu?
Slay was impressed, but considering the last time I did it I almost had to call the fire brigade I think he was just pleased that there were no hysterics this time. And he got his dinner in time.
By the time he'd responded to my call of "cooker's on fire, love," it was out and I was merrily finishing the sausages off. He did open the back door to let all the smoke out, though.
Good job the smoke alarm is fucked or it would have seriously disturbed his evening. ;)
In other news, Spike has spent all day hanging around the garden but hasn't come in. Yesterday he slept through until 3pm, then came and said thanks, had a fuss and a cuddle, and off he went. Still very much not neutered, I notice....
As for Biffno, I think I'm going to give up. I hate what I'm doing, I think it's dull, lifeless, and very much unengaging. Plus I'm feeling that I might have pushed
rdyfrde too hard - guilt is a marvellous demotivator. So maybe next year.
Spike redux!
Mar. 12th, 2007 06:17 amSpike's back.
Slay woke me up this morning - six am, yawn - with much sporfling. Which is unusual; normally he doesn't snort and giggle and sporfle like a small child until at least ten.
He pointed to the drumkit, still snickering.
See, some friends of ours gave us a white, shaggy rug about four years ago. I ask you, white. In this house? So it was rolled up unusued until we moved the drumkit downstairs, at which point we discovered it was the perfect size to site the kit on, and of course would be saved from becoming a filthy mess on 0.005 seconds.
Tucked under the side of the bass drum, on his side and blissfully asleep, was Spike.
What had so amused Slay was that if he hadn't moved his head he would never have seen him! White cat, white rug - talk about your protective camouflage!
he's still there. All the four others are mooching about without a care in the world - Jack wandered up, licked him on the head and wandered off again - so as long as the residents aren't bothered and he doesn't wee on anything, he can stick around.
We are such suckers....
Slay woke me up this morning - six am, yawn - with much sporfling. Which is unusual; normally he doesn't snort and giggle and sporfle like a small child until at least ten.
He pointed to the drumkit, still snickering.
See, some friends of ours gave us a white, shaggy rug about four years ago. I ask you, white. In this house? So it was rolled up unusued until we moved the drumkit downstairs, at which point we discovered it was the perfect size to site the kit on, and of course would be saved from becoming a filthy mess on 0.005 seconds.
Tucked under the side of the bass drum, on his side and blissfully asleep, was Spike.
What had so amused Slay was that if he hadn't moved his head he would never have seen him! White cat, white rug - talk about your protective camouflage!
he's still there. All the four others are mooching about without a care in the world - Jack wandered up, licked him on the head and wandered off again - so as long as the residents aren't bothered and he doesn't wee on anything, he can stick around.
We are such suckers....
Of cats and vampires.
Feb. 12th, 2007 09:05 pmLong time no post, huh?
We appear to now have 4.5 cats.
How does one obtain 0.5 of a cat?
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Cats and vampires. The trick is definitely not to invite them in.
We appear to now have 4.5 cats.
How does one obtain 0.5 of a cat?
( Read more... )
Cats and vampires. The trick is definitely not to invite them in.
