And for the 56th time....
May. 30th, 2003 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aceofkittensMy lack of updating of late has more to do with LJ than with myself. I've actually tried to update several times this week, and the bugger's been down. A sign from on high? Or, a fiendish plot to keep my life's little mysteries mysterious? You be the judge, gentle readers!
I took a ton of photos of my beloved herons last weekend. Watch this space for the address of the photos once I post them. I don't know why I am so enamored of the ducks and the herons, but all my out of town visitors really enjoy going to see them (or at least pretend). Although the duck gang-bang was fairly disturbing!
This time, we also saw a rat crawling around near the canals. It seemed like a domestic rat to me. I wonder if I could go back to rescue it. The ducks seemed afraid of it.
The dog downstairs is still barking and howling all the live long day. I think that the landlord has asked my neighbor to please get rid of it. I feel really bad for the poor beast. It's not its fault that it's alone and scared all day. At the same time, listening to it bark and cry is really hard. I hope it doesn't have to go to the pound.
For those of you who don't know, my mom recently had her house remodeled, during which time, she lived in the garage with the cats. Well, the cats, who were already crazy, got even crazier. At first, they didn't want to go into the garage. Now that the remodeling is over and done with and my mom has moved back upstairs, they don't want to go with her. They sit there, yowling to try and go back down and otherwise acting out. They want to live in the garage.
It's gotten so bad that my mom called a pet psychiatrist. The woman told her that she needs to "respect the cats' decision to stay downstairs" and not to try and "force her will onto theirs." My take on it: after a few hours locked in the bathroom, I bet they'll stop crying.
This is also my approach to parenting, which is why it's a good thing I don't plan on breeding.
That is all. Another fun filled weekend of drunken debauchery awaits... someone else.
I took a ton of photos of my beloved herons last weekend. Watch this space for the address of the photos once I post them. I don't know why I am so enamored of the ducks and the herons, but all my out of town visitors really enjoy going to see them (or at least pretend). Although the duck gang-bang was fairly disturbing!
This time, we also saw a rat crawling around near the canals. It seemed like a domestic rat to me. I wonder if I could go back to rescue it. The ducks seemed afraid of it.
The dog downstairs is still barking and howling all the live long day. I think that the landlord has asked my neighbor to please get rid of it. I feel really bad for the poor beast. It's not its fault that it's alone and scared all day. At the same time, listening to it bark and cry is really hard. I hope it doesn't have to go to the pound.
For those of you who don't know, my mom recently had her house remodeled, during which time, she lived in the garage with the cats. Well, the cats, who were already crazy, got even crazier. At first, they didn't want to go into the garage. Now that the remodeling is over and done with and my mom has moved back upstairs, they don't want to go with her. They sit there, yowling to try and go back down and otherwise acting out. They want to live in the garage.
It's gotten so bad that my mom called a pet psychiatrist. The woman told her that she needs to "respect the cats' decision to stay downstairs" and not to try and "force her will onto theirs." My take on it: after a few hours locked in the bathroom, I bet they'll stop crying.
This is also my approach to parenting, which is why it's a good thing I don't plan on breeding.
That is all. Another fun filled weekend of drunken debauchery awaits... someone else.
