sending the ma~~ ChiKat

~ma for ChiKat.

My cats don't really sleep with me, Maddie climbs on my shoulder and foots and purrs and then will jump off. But lately I've been waking up with Dean lying near my leg.

They are weird cats too. Both their bowls were 1/2 full and yet they were doing the "poor me I'm starving and neglected" routine. I accidentally kicked over one bowl when I was in the kitchen and before I could clean it up they are both their hoovering up the kibble off the floor like it's some forbidden human food.

Aaargh aargh aargh stabbity stabbity stabbity.

I generally love my co-workers, so I am not a fan of the "cow-orker" term...but I think I have a cow-orker. He's not in my department, but I do have to work with him. And he appears to be completely incapable of following simple directions, given that his boss and I have told him repeatedly that I need to approve certain, specific things and he keeps approving them without running them by me, which just creates a mess that I have to clean up after. GAH.

Thats high on the list of Things I Would Do If I Had Mad Cash.

My dream is to have enough money to call a PBS station during pledge week and ask "How much would it take for you to shut up?"

My animals have generally not kept me away, except for the period when The Feral Kid was playing bowling with pecans down a long hallway. Thwack. Skitter skitter. Thwack. Skitter skitter. Thud. The last was when she misjudged the end of the hall. Mr Peabody occasionally barks me awake at about 5 a.m., usually so he can go outside and drink from the outside water bowl, which has exactly the same water in it as the inside water bowl, unless it has extra added squirrel spit in it.

That sucks PC.

Remember my tale of my back up who has to sit at my desk and told me I smelled of cat box. I bought a travel size of Febreeze and sprayed the chair down. I was cleaning out my drawer and noticed the bottle was almost empty and at one of my breaks I had to go back in to my area and I saw her spraying the chair down heavily.

As if it still reeks and I still reek. She was out on business last week and I asked the person who was covering the desk and sitting in the chair if it smelled. She said no.

So I've decided that if I see her not sitting at my chair or covering it with plastic again I'm going to tell her that she and I need to have a meeting with my boss to discuss the situation and figure out how to resolve the problem. Because obviously it's an on going problem and it needs to be resolved.

Either that or she can buy her own Febreeze. I sniffed the chair and I swear all I could smell was Febreeze.

See, I'd prefer cat piss. I'm allergic to Febreeze.

She is seriously asking for a smiting.

Swap chairs and see if she still says so. In fact, swap with her chair.

Dude, no kidding. I suppose no one has suggested to her that perhaps it's her cheapass perfume that reeks of cat piss?

Or let her do her freaky weird stuff and have the audacity to not take her seriously. THAT would really chap her ass.

cheapass perfume that reeks of cat piss?

SO likely the case. I think I've smelled that perfume.