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So, I have complained to [personal profile] sudaki on several occasions about how my stupid cat Ping is too stupid to understand how to bury his poop, which means that when he poops in the middle of the night, he goes through a 10-20 minute ritual of pawing at the litter box, sniffing his poop, pawing some more, moving around the mat in front of the litter box, sniffing, pawing -- and then finally giving up and leaving the poop unburied.

Lately he's been taking to pawing at any dirty laundry I leave on the floor as well, shuffling it towards the front of the litter box.

Today when I got up, I discovered a pair of my underwear in the litter box, almost but not quite covering his goddamn poop.

Gross.

Hilarious, but gross.

I guess I'm going to have to stop leaving my dirty laundry on the floor.
kutsuwamushi: (Default)
I am alive. Kind of.

I decided to spend the entire winter break with my family and friends in my hometown. It was hectic and overwhelming and Life Stuff happened. Then as soon as I got back, I was thrown headfirst into two major research projects and miscellaneous assignments because none of my professors this semester believe in easing you into it.

And I started playing Sims again, which means... well.

A cat picture, which I'm too lazy to resize. )
kutsuwamushi: (korra)
I haven't been feeling well. I need to find a new doctor here, but I hate the entire process. It takes up so much time, money, and energy--and all to sit down with someone who says "I dunno." I don't mean to be judgmental towards my doctors, because I've had some great ones, but the human body is such a complicated mess that I'm surprised so many things that can go wrong follow actual patterns in the first place. It's not their fault that sometimes they don't.

Anyway. This is what my evenings have mostly been like lately:

Mushi: I don't feel well, so I'm going to lie down.
Bu: HI I SEE YOU ARE LYING DOWN
Mushi: Hi, Bu. Good kitty.
Bu: HI HI HI LOVE ME HI HI HI
Mushi: ... yes, Bu, I love you.
Bu: I RUB MY FACE ON YOUR FACE
Mushi: Bu, stop that. I'm a little allergic to cats, you're not helping.
Bu: I USE YOUR FACE AS A PILLOW
Mushi: ... mmph.
Bu: PURR PURR NICE PILLOW
Mushi: *suffocated*

It's hard to say no, even though I suspect this is a cunning plot to kill me and turn me into meat now that she senses my weakness.
kutsuwamushi: (adorabuhls)
On Saturday, my stepdad found an abandoned kitten in the barn. He and my mom brought it back to the house and fed it while my mom fretted about what to do.

It seems like she's decided to keep it.

It was starving when they found it but it's already putting on a little weight. The vet says it's fine, except for the normal kitten parasites it's now being treated for.

It's about six weeks old, male, and black. And it's apparently the friendliest little thing, despite whatever happened to it before it found its way to their barn. It follows my mom around and meows at her and climbs up on her and everything.

Anyway, it needs a name. Anyone have suggestions?

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