I'm home sick (really sick) today, curled in bed with my iBook and a purring kitten to comfort me.
I've not said much about Nemo lately, and that's a shame. In just a few weeks, he's become the heart of this house. He's the instigator. He's the lover. He's the one bringing us together as a family. Except Toto. Toto hates him, and she's not shy about saying so. Her ire has become so uncontrollable that we lock her away at night and let Simon and Nemo have the rest of the house to themselves.
What's so great about Nemo?
He purrs on contact, and continues to purr until given a reason to stop. He sleeps with us of his own accord. He plays. He plays with Simon: though Simon is about five times his size, Nemo launches himself at the big lug and takes him down. Simon loves it. Simon has never been happier. He no longer demands to be let outside, no longer disappears to the neighbor's house for hours at a time. He wants to be inside playing with Nemo. Nemo is happy to oblige.
Nemo doesn't like his food; he likes Simon's special urinary-tract infection prevention food. Simon doesn't like his food; he likes Nemo's special kitten growth formula food. They've got some special deal worked out whereby they wait until I am not watching and then they eat each other's food, even though their dishes are at opposite ends of the house. I try to police them, but I can't. Nemo prefers certain human food to cat food, though. He especially likes Trader Joe's chocolate-covered red licorice. And toes. Nemo likes toes. He uses his sharp little teeth and needle-like claws to get at our toes in the middle of the night.
He's a rascal.
I have three great ideas for weblog entries—Johnny Cash, scientific pantheism, foldedspace cast of characters—but I didn't get to any of them last night because Kris and I somehow squeezed in another three episodes of Six Feet Under.
We were only going to watch one episode, but after it was over Kris said, "I'd rather watch another episode of this than watch the queer thing," (meaning Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) and so we watched a second episode. Then we were going to bed, but after the second episode was over Kris said, "It's hard to wait for the next one," so we didn't. This show is like a drug.
"Nobody's ever who they seem to be." — Parker
"Nobody interesting." — Claire
Now it's time for me to go sit in the bathroom trying to decide whether or not I'm going to vomit again. Whee!
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — Autumn Comes In which signs of autumn abound.
2004 — A Bit of a Puff I've been smoking my pipe lately.
I hope you feel better. Being sick sucks.
We are having problems with our cat food too. Porter and Gir are more interested in the kitten food. While Gaz, our kitten, does not want to eat the kitten food. Both Porter and Gir have put on weight since we got the two new cats, and I must blame that on the kitten food because they are getting more exercise then before.